gentiluna week 2018

Hello all! This blog is for Gentiana week, which will be occurring from February 18-24th. 

I have posted the rules and prompts, so please check those out if you are interested! There’s a twitter for the week, as well. All of these links can be found on the blog!

title (and prompt): firsts

rating: g

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Crowded, stifling. The atmosphere of the party pushes down on Luna like a trash compactor. It’s not like this is her first time at one of her family’s holiday parties, so she’s not sure why it bothers her so much.

Well, no, she rather does know why.

This is the first time she has felt the weight of the expectations on her shoulders, as princess Lunafreya. The expectations her family has, with regard to Luna’s… marital status. She’s a bachelorette in her prime, with both a doting mother and an overprotective brother who very much want to see her in a happy relationship. Only, their way of choosing a… suitor… is vastly different from Luna.

That’s the core of the issue, really. She’s standing in a corner trying to make herself small so she doesn’t have to converse or even interact in any capacity with the party guests. Any sign of such behavior would be instantly caught by her mother and her brother, both of which would unwittingly misinterpret and then try to set Luna up. That’s not what she wants. At all.

That, and, well, she already has someone she’s interested in. Though, in their defense, Luna hadn’t told anyone about her feelings.

day three of gentiluna week: “Is that all?”

title (and prompt): domesticity

rating: g

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It takes a great effort for Luna to pry herself from sleep’s embrace. The warmth and comfort of her bed seems more preferable than getting up, even with the sun entering the window at an angle that directs its rays right onto her face. It isn’t until she stretches luxuriously and realizes that she is alone in bed that she finally opens her eyes and sits up, searching the room for her missing partner.

“Not here…” she murmurs, pouting slightly. For all of a few seconds, she’s genuinely annoyed that Gentiana had gotten up and presumably left before her. Then it registers that the sun is up already and- “Astrals, how long did I sleep…?”

Disgruntled and now a bit disoriented, Luna stretches once more, rubs her eyes, and reluctantly extricates herself from her blankets. Free from the thick comforter, the cold air of her and Gentiana’s shared residence sends goosebumps along her skin. She shivers and starts to reach for the usual perch of her favorite jacket - only to find it missing, as well. She frowns at the empty space for a long moment as if that will somehow make it appear. When it becomes apparent her gaze will do nothing, she sighs and instead opts for Gentiana’s jacket, tugging the article closely around her.

title (and prompt): let it snow

rating: g

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Gentiana gazes up at the gray sky and finds herself thinking the weather is uncharacteristic of Tenebraean winters. She makes to mention so to her companion, but before she can even get a word out, Luna unceremoniously sneezes, face frozen in a half grimace. Gentiana’s mouth hangs open for a few seconds, after which she bursts into a small fit of giggles, earning a pout from Luna.

“What, no ‘bless you?’” Luna sniffles, obliged when Gentiana procures a travel pack of Kleenex from her bag.

“There is no need,” Gentiana smiles, and when Luna’s brows furrow, she clarifies, “You are already blessed, precious girl.”

Despite rolling her eyes, Luna blushes at that, the color noticeable even with the already rosy tint of her cheeks from outdoor exposure.

title (and prompt): “is that all?”

rating: g

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Throughout the day, Gentiana has watched the way Lunafreya’s eyes dart toward her. They’ve been busy ever since the morning, tending to royal duties. Gentiana had not planned to stay, had only stopped by earlier to check in with the Oracle. There was something in Luna’s expression that stuck with her, though, and so she decided to linger, accompanying Lunafreya as she went through her tasks.

Now, the pair are finally alone, blessed with a reprieve once Luna had finished having dinner with her brother. Gentiana is keen in her observation, noting each sign of the Oracle withholding something. The square of her shoulders, the tap of her foot, the glances when she thinks Gentiana isn’t looking, the way she licks her lips, clearing her throat more than necessary.

Lunafreya, by nature, has difficulty expressing her desires. In part, she had never learned how, though there is also a part of her that does not believe herself deserving of them. Or, sometimes, she simply can’t even put together what it is she’s feeling.

title (and prompt): youth

rating: g

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“Gentiana, thank the Astrals you’ve come.” Sylva doesn’t hesitate to approach the Gods’ messenger upon noticing her presence. Her expression is stiff with concern, the sound of it seeping into her words as she addresses Gentiana. “We require your aid. Lunafreya has gone missing.”

Of all the things that could have been wrong, that is not what Gentiana would have expected. Her brows raise somewhat in surprise, but she remains neutral, never lifting her eyelids nor reacting in any other way upon hearing the queen’s plight. “Missing?” she repeats, the single word commanding more information be given.

“Yes,” Sylva answers, sighing elegantly. “She was supposed to meet with a tutor this afternoon but never showed. I’m deeply worried… I fear that she may have ventured into the city. If such were the case, she would most certainly be lost and frightened…”

Tentatively nodding, Gentiana tilts her head to one side. “So the Oracle has taken to wandering?”

day one of gentiluna week: “I’ll protect you”

title (and prompt): dawn rating: g

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Whether due to her own propensity or her upbringing as the Oracle, Luna had always found herself an early waker, often rising before even the sun. She had never found it inconvenient, having more time in the day, and more than not she rather enjoyed the feeling of being awake before the rest of the world.

“It holds such a… a feeling of contentment,” she tells Gentiana as her partner hands her a mug of coffee. “As though, for the briefest moment, the world exists only for you and the sun.”

“It is understandable,” Gentiana smiles softly, taking her place beside Luna on the balcony, arms braced against the railing with her own mug of coffee gripped in her hands. “While some prefer the solitude of nightfall and the anonymity of darkness, there is a certain solace in the return of sunlight.”

Luna smiles back at her before turning her gaze to the brightening horizon, eyes glowing with the warm hues of the morning sky. “Yes. Solace.”