𝑳𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏

⠀⠀ Universe! Endless!” ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ A grin. “You are more than welcome.” She pauses, lips pursuing. “Beautiful name. Roman mythology says that ‘Lunaʼ is the divine personification of the moon itself. Fascinating!” A beat. “Do you like astrology?” ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ Her gaze drifts over them, noting their attire. “Brilliant outfit!” A hand is extended. “Sorry! Calista! Nice to meet you.” ⠀⠀

Don’t mind him drinking a few beers.

⠀ “ people are such bores. “ ⠀

⠀ lightly shrugs her shoulders. “ someone has to make our town interesting. “ ⠀

⠀⠀ His brow lifts, intrigued. Arms casually fold across his torso, weight shifting. “... Not for a hybrid extinction I hope?” The air stills, tone threaded with a note of seriousness. “Whatʼre you workinʼ on?” ⠀⠀

⠀ ⠀ cautiously takes the needle with narrowed eyes before simply dropping it into the nearest trash can. “ there's no thrill taking it from someone who isn't begging for their life. “ ⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀ voice drops, low, mildly amused, “or some witchy potions?” ⠀⠀

days i feel like a human being， while other days i feel more like a sound. i touch the world not as myself but as an echo of who i was. can you hear me yet? can you read me?