Ginny x Luna - "Why are you hiding under my table?"
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Could sunset be put in a bottle?
Would it be beautiful if it was in a bottle?
Does constraining things make them lose their meanings?
Luna thought. It’s what she does. She thinks, but never particularly about one thing. She thinks about everything.
She slowly crawled under the table.
Am I constrained here, she thought, or am I free because it is where I want to be? Are boxes prisons, or can you be a star and be in prison as well.
“Why are you hiding under my table?”
Luna saw Ginevra’s red hair falling, almost touching the ground. Her face was on a horizontal line, and she was bending to see Luna better.
Luna smiled. As Ginny loved to see her, she loved to see Ginny.
She liked that Ginny tried to look at her, to see her.
Luna thinks because she sees. She sees the flames and lights, she sees the darkness and shadows. She sees how everything moves together, at the same time, towards the same direction -yet never going to the same place.
“To see you better, of course,” Luna said and Ginny smiled.
“Would I see you better if I’d join you?” Ginny asked, her lips strained, her teeth showing, corners of her eyes crinkling, her voice is full of light.
“You always see me better,” Luna said. She watched as Ginny slid from her chair, her robes opening up a little to show her milky legs and the small freckles adorning it like sparkles, and sat next to Luna. Their arms touching, and the smell of their bodies entwining.
Everything goes to the same place because everything reaches to Ginny. And she is the place only Luna will reach.
“Good,” Ginny said. “I don’t want anyone else to see you better.”