(a/n this is a lovely prompt, and i could've taken it so many ways--hope you enjoy :] thank you )
She’s always been too quick to chase dreams so she has a hard time slowing to a stop before ending up in nightmares.
After the war, she senses more and more wrackspurts (her spectrespecs are lost somewhere, but she knows they’re there), and supposes that they’re after her un-fuzzied brain. She writes a letter to her father imploring him to take care, though the siphons are still in working order.
Luna panics sometimes, a feeling she kept well-tamed before. She falls into the usual traps, but ends up thrashing before it’s too late; she is ensared. Neville takes her hand, and the sudden warmth startles her out of her thoughts. So it is repeatedly.
He takes to cultivating dirigible Plums, finding that they grow particularly well when situated near the Mimbulus Mimbletonia (something to do with the natural fertilization of the Plums with Stinksap).
Luna wakes up suddenly one night struggling for breath and waving off wrackspurts and he catches her hands, peering at the clear air around her through makeshift spectrespecs. Neville never ceased to remind her of sunshine, especially as the tight tendrils and tension retreat, warded off by warmth and light.
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timeasmymeasure
Luna/Neville; Symbiosis
Date: 2010-11-24 08:30 pm (UTC)She’s always been too quick to chase dreams so she has a hard time slowing to a stop before ending up in nightmares.
After the war, she senses more and more wrackspurts (her spectrespecs are lost somewhere, but she knows they’re there), and supposes that they’re after her un-fuzzied brain. She writes a letter to her father imploring him to take care, though the siphons are still in working order.
Luna panics sometimes, a feeling she kept well-tamed before. She falls into the usual traps, but ends up thrashing before it’s too late; she is ensared. Neville takes her hand, and the sudden warmth startles her out of her thoughts. So it is repeatedly.
He takes to cultivating dirigible Plums, finding that they grow particularly well when situated near the Mimbulus Mimbletonia (something to do with the natural fertilization of the Plums with Stinksap).
Luna wakes up suddenly one night struggling for breath and waving off wrackspurts and he catches her hands, peering at the clear air around her through makeshift spectrespecs. Neville never ceased to remind her of sunshine, especially as the tight tendrils and tension retreat, warded off by warmth and light.