#muse; luna

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Continued with @monachopsicalwhimsy from (x)

Luna beams when Max agrees to her request so easily, flouncing over and into his outstretched arms. She settles herself into his lap with that bright, excited grin of hers that could light up a room.

“Mmm…We could go to a club? Or a burlesque show! Or a drag show? Orrrr… I dunno, I wanna have drinks and kiss you until my lips hurt…” She grips his chin in one hand and presses a kiss to the tip of his nose, then his lips. “I’ve missed you.”

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open to anyone!! plot: your muse is a reporter/journalist/newsperson or someone pretending to be in that kind of position, trying to get information be it for a light-hearted ad in the paper or to find out something more sinister or the secrets of this seemingly supernatural circus. Luna agreed to an interview without hesitation & now you’ve got all of her attention as well as some privacy.

“I’m so glad you caught me like this. It’s very rare I ever have a block of free time.” How they knew she was off for the afternoon was beyond Luna. Usually she kept herself well hidden beneath the hustle and bustle of the busy circus, careful not to catch eyes of anyone who might recognize her. Of course, the how was little concern to her. She was just happy to get the attention.

“So what’s this all about, then? Who’re you working for?”

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Like this post for a starter from Luna

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O P E N

to; m/f/nb plot; Luna and your muse had a messy breakup and have reunited for the first time since. Things aren’t going well. 

“You called me a freak.” It was a horrible word, one that made Luna’s skin crawl. It had been the nail in the proverbial coffin of their relationship, the final straw that told her she was done. Yet, despite all of that, there they stood, face to face for the first time in god knows how long. Her heart ached, it yearned for them but more than that, it yearned for answers. What had gone so wrong that their parting words were so harsh? She’d said her own harsh things, of course she had, but that one word from the other’s lips and... well, it had stayed with her, “Freak isn’t a word you just... say. You can’t not mean it when you say it because it takes thought. There has to be something there you thought was horrible in the first place so don’t you dare try and tell me you didn’t mean it.”