#luna01

[julianpistris]

Luna;

Where: Santorini Mansion | The Fight When: Literally Fighting.

“You’re a fucking dead man-” Finally the night had started. For majority of the evening, Julian had found himself bored by small talk. There was only so much wine he could drink, only so much civility that he could give the general public before he wanted to go jump into the port. He hadn’t been far from the first swing, eyes watching as the first of one of his men connected with the face of the enemy. Someone might as well had blown a starting gun, Vittori descending on Ivory and vice versa. A grin on his face, he found himself face to face with a familiar face: one of the bouncers at the Luxure. “Mate, long time no see-” With a brisk movement, knuckles busted the stranger's chest.

It wasn’t long until the ballroom turned into a scene from green street hooligans, instigators like Julian all too happy to take part. One lucky bastard had gotten a hand on him, the Pistris commissioner busted lip on display when he felt an arm try tugging him away. “Fuck of-” The words were caught dead on his tongue. None other than Luna Vargas was pulling Julian from the fray. “This is one hell of a party, darling” 

@lunavargas​

[teddylowe]

mateo made a face as his sister drew closer, it was a face of relief and stress all at the very same time. ever since what had happened, he felt people were trying to get too close. and while he’d been trusting to everyone in the past, now was just... still, it was wrong of him to take his anger out onto his sister so he just grunted and kicked at the ground. ‘not you too, luna. don’t tell me i’ve got to be more careful. it wasn’t me, it couldn’t have been me. think seb or santi or you would let me get anywhere without knowing?’

@navaretteluna

[vomolupoarchive]

&. @lunaxshaw

      His apartment had already been settled into with everything he’d brought from Rome, but it hardly felt like home. The kitchen was absolutely bare, save for the set of knives he’d packed in his suitcase in sacrifice of a few pairs of jeans ---those were easier to replace than his tools, and less expensive. He’d spent half a fortune on the things, and wasn’t about to leave them behind for any length of time. A few other key pieces were being mailed, but there was no telling when they would arrive, and he’d gone out shopping to pick up everything he’d need. Yet again, another small fortune was spent on supplies, from a new set of pots and pans to all of the pantry essentials. He’d had it boxed up, rather than bagged, or else the weight of it all would have broken through the plastic before he could have had the chance to get it from the store to his car. 

      As it was, he had tried to juggle a box too many, and one of them toppled from its place in his arms onto the sidewalk, its contents spilled. Jars of spices and herbs rolled down the cement, and he placed the other box down to begin recovering his lost treasure. His relief not to be seen came all too soon, when he heard footsteps approaching from behind. Still, he kept to his work and hoped they’d move along and mind their damn business.

[alexander-evanss]

Closed Starter: @luna-liu​ 

Where: the library​

“Luna,” Alex spoke, setting down the book he was reading to look up a her, a small grin tugged at his lips as the other walked up to the counter with her own books. “I was beginning to worry I wouldn’t see you at all this week.” He huffed out a small laugh as he pushed himself out of his seat to meet her. Luna was one of the few people on the island Alex might consider a friend. Despite having lived on the island for the past few months, he hadn’t allowed himself to get too close to anyone. But he saw Luna in the library often, and he always enjoyed speaking with her.

[noctiurn-blog]

@futureprayers

this place might of been pretty, if there weren’t people counting on him back home. it’s hard to enjoy the snow with the weight of their star sitting upon his shoulders; with the weight of the ring in his jacket pocket; the weight of the engine blade in his hands — unable to be dismissed back into the arsenal.

there’s a thought, not-so-fleeting, that maybe his ancestors have decided enough is enough and merely stripped him of the caelum magic. wouldn’t that be the cherry on top?

a bark breaks the serene picture the winter landscape was trying to paint. the dog that rushes up to him is familiar — umbra. even in the cold weather, he’s panting and wearing what might very well be a smile.

" Hey, boy.. " noctis knelt in front of umbra with the ghost of a smile and provided him with some overdue scratches behind the ear. " Been a while since I've seen you. “ the messenger barks and wags his tail, tapping his paws excitedly in the snow. “ What’re you doing.. “ but before he could finish his sentence,  umbra turns and trots off towards someone else. noctis’ eyes follow the dog, trailing up and up until he sees just who he’s with.

" Luna.. " his voice, barely above a whisper, cracks under some unseen pressure.