#p;back

@rkluna

luna has been on her mind more than rachel would readily admit, especially on the bad note that they (continuously) leave things. but now, she knows why luna has hated her for so long, and how poorly she handled leaving in the first place. (had she been thinking rationally, and didn’t feel like her brain would ooze out of her ears, there would have been more tact, and less lost years of closeness that they used to have.)

rachel still knows where to find luna during independent study, and probably still knows so many of her habits that it drives her mad to know that she can’t spend them with her. she misses luna- the kind of miss that encourages a yearning from the depths of her heart and sometimes causes her more ache than anything else. 

so she knocks, and then she steps in, back against the door but ready to leave quickly if the situation called for it. she doesn’t meet luna’s eyes readily, but instead looks at her shoes. she’s tired of the hate between them, and just wants things to go back to (or maybe close to) the way that they used to be. luna used to be a ride or die kind of friend, her clubbing buddy, and once, back then, they both felt responsible for the girls of sphere, a burden bared together and not apart like this. 

it’d been a week since he’d moved back and he’d been putting this off - he was nervous, if he was being honest with himself. they’d talked since he’d moved away, but not enough to stop that gnawing in his chest. he missed that warmth that spread through him like a trickling stream of honey smoothing through his veins and heating him from the inside out; that familiar feeling he always got when looking at her. god, it’d be embarrassing if anyone were to go through his phone and see all the pictures he’d kept from the times they’d spent together. he’d stopped counting the times he’d scrolled through his phone gallery and beamed at the pictures they’d taken together - even the blurry ones from that one crazy party.

he’d spent the week settling into his apartment, sorting things out and getting his job back. he’d missed being a prince, it was where he belonged, until he made his way into the spotlight of course. but now that everything was settled and he was back to the life he loved he needed to find the person who he’d wished to see since the day he’d left. it felt like someone had taken a shotgun and blown a hole through him when he’d been ripped from his comfortable, enjoyable life among friends and loved ones. of course being with the family that needed him was a priority but it wasn’t the only part of his life that he cared about.

so now he stood outside the building he was so familiar with from all the times he’d visited before. he remembered the last time he’d been there, the scent of pancakes and syrup, the music that got them dancing. he smiled as he remembered the feeling of her small figure held close as they laughed and danced - he missed it, yet he was scared that things wouldn’t be the same, that they would have changed for the worse.

all he could do was wait. hearing of the contract she’d received, giving her that stepping stone to dream he knew they both craved, he knew she’d be in training, or just finishing it. it prompted the mental reminder to ask her timetable, and memorise it. but for now he was happy to wait in the dark, hoodie hugged tight around him to keep out the chill of the night air. his excitement, and anxiousness kept him warm, as he shifted his weight from one foot to another restlessly.