moonlight

Maybe I'm hiding behind metaphor // Maybe my heart needs to break to be sure // One day I'll wear it all on my sleeve // The insignificant with the sacred unique

🙤 · ┈┈┈┈┈┈ · ꕥ · ┈┈┈┈┈┈ · 🙦 LYMANTRIA LUNA KHAN 

Nicknames: Ly, but only to a select group of people Birthday: Feb. 17, 1996 Magic status: Gifted, an illusionist who is out and pretty public about her magic Nationality: Never really lived in one place for long, but her passport says Hungarian  Ethnicity: Romani  Accent: Eastern European  Height: 5’7  Build: Slender, with soft curves Complexion: Medium-toned skin Eye color: a warm dark brown  Hair color/length/style: a dark brown, almost black; soft waves, very thick; comes nearly to her elbows; she has long, thick bangs; her hair is usually down and she will wear scarves or flowers in it  Tattoos/piercings/daily jewelry: almost always has long dangling earrings; wears necklaces and bracelets a lot; has a tattoo of a dragonfly on her torso; tattoo of meg’s initials on her ring finger uwu 

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Occupation: light technician at Pixie’s  What would you find if you Googled them?: You make find her name on an old announcement for the performing troupe she was in as a kid, if you ding really deep; nothing recent, though  What natives would know about them: she’s worked at Pixie’s for a few years, and the Court before that, usually in the background so unless you’re a regular, you probably wouldn’t recognize her Social Media: littlemoth (instagram); no twitter  Other: married to Megara Creon <3; sporadically hangs out with Berlioz Bonfamille

Lymantria Khan && Megara Creon

sitting on her back porch, Lymantria thinks about how far she’s come...

feat @itsbeenareal--slice

frostskader​:

thelostillusionist​:

Peri loved Pride, she loved planning it, she loved being part of it. And at the top of it. She loved when everyone at Pixie’s got into it. Ly helping with the lights as she ran and helped come up with pieces of the final event.

“Been stocked up for months. Gotta get it while its at a low price and not jacked up for Pride.” Peri teased. but she had bought lots of glitter and mini canons for all the employees again. They had enjoyed it last year too.

“I was hoping we could do something fun and different with rainbow lights but I don’t know what yet.”

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“That could be fun,” mused Lymantria. “Maybe we could cast some sort of rainbow across the whole room? Or on the floor? Or maybe alternate — it might be fun to build it up towards the middle of the night and then with a particularly energetic song have it maybe arch over the room.”

It would take a bit of tinkering to work, but Lymantria could certainly bolster it with her magic.

ugly-anastasia​:

“Oh, I totally agree! I love the bees. You get me!” Annie said enthusiastically. “I could totally see, like, some cute little flower boxes for your windows. Or maybe you could save the bees in your backyard, you know?” She tilted her head and gave a little giggle, typing something into her phone. “Great. Well, I’ll send someone over next week. I might be harder to reach, ‘cause my due date’s coming up, but I will try my very best. Don’t even worry about a thing, ‘kay?”

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Lymantria blinked. She felt like this woman had not really listened to what she said. She wanted to talk about native plants and how it was good to foster biodiversity, but the woman kept talking and suddenly, Lymantria was reminded of how very pregnant she was.

Oh, that could be it. She was probably just worried about her child and that’s why she was not listening.

So, Lymantria nodded.

“Okay,” she said. “I will not worry. I am sure your people can handle this.”

After all, flowers could be replanted.

While Lymantria did not usually like crows, she did like this time of year: Pride Month. 

It was something she did not even realize was a thing when she was growing up, and it was only when she came to Swynlake that she realized how important it really was. Her first year, she’d quietly stayed on the outskirts of a few of the events, too nervous to participate. But slowly, she’d grown more confident and put herself out there more — and now, she helped Peri to run the final big event of the month.

And it was pretty exciting.

“Are we all stocked up on the glitter?” she teased, walking into Peri’s office. She knew that Peri absolutely had enough glitter to load up into the cannon.

ugly-anastasia​:

Annie cringed. This part was always so awkward. Some people just did not even know! It was kind of sad, really, but someone had to break the news to them. It was like explaining to a girl that the reason she didn’t make ADPi was because she didn’t even know how bad her own roots were (well, probably other reasons, too, but that was the most fixable). 

Anyway, Lymantria’s lawn was just like Brittany M.’s shitty dye job. It just needed a little workshopping.

“Well– it’s just, you know, when you don’t take care of your lawn, it affects the value of everyone’s property. It makes the whole neighborhood look kind of… you know.” Annie gestured vaguely for Lymantria to fill in the blank. “Don’t worry, though, we’ll take care of it. I know you probably have a busy schedule.”

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Lymantria blinked. She tilted her head. She blinked again, as Annie talked. She didn’t really know anything about the property value of the area, and to be honest, she didn’t even really care to. But if it was something affecting other people… well, Lymantria did feel bad if that was the case.

ugly-anastasia​:

Annie couldn’t quite get a read on Lymantria’s expression. She seemed… surprised that so many people were involved. Maybe a little intimidated? Well, she was certainly shy, there was no doubt about that. But that didn’t mean she didn’t want friends. Didn’t everybody want that?

“Well, then, you’re in luck. It’s a great group of people. Just you wait,” Annie said, flashing an encouraging smile. “In the meantime, I’d really love some people over to help you out with your lawn. What does your schedule look like this week? You don’t have to be home, but it’s probably better if you are.”

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“My lawn?” Lymantria repeated. She vaguely remembered Annie mentioning something like that early on in the conversation, but she hadn’t realized that had been an offer. But Lymantria tilted her head, a mite puzzled. “What does… it need help with?” 

You see, Lymantria rather liked her lawn. It had wildflowers that attracted all sorts of wonderful insects. The back garden was more overgrown than the front, but she was still quite fond of both of them. 

exsgttibbs​:

Tibbs smiled softly, glad at least that Lymantria had those things to remember her father by. Fond memories that she could hold onto, even through the sadness. Tibbs wasn’t sure he really had anything like that from his own father, who had been more of an authoritian figure in the household than an actual dad. He had taught his son a lot, certainly, but Tibbs could count on one hand the number of times they had shared anything meaningful.

Which was exactly what he didn’t want to happen with himself and his daughter. He looked at Tabitha now as she looked back at Lymantria, hoping that he was doing the right thing with her. They didn’t get to spend much time with each other, but he did the best he could with the time he had, or so he thought. Trying to make the most of it, to make sure he was present, things that his father had never really done for him.

“I think it’s cool,” Tibby grinned. “Way better than my name.”

She cast a disaparaging look up to her father, who shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t look at me, I didn’t choose it.”

“We’re gonna come out again tomorrow and try to look for planets,” Tibby said, turning back to Lymantria. “If you wanna join us.”

“You’d be more than welcome.” Tibbs added.

Lymantria thought of her father now.

Actually, that was perhaps inaccurate. She was thinking of her father, yes, but she was also thinking of herself as a little girl. She’d idolized her father. To her, he could do nothing wrong. (That made his death all the more painful, and her own fallout from it hit even harder). She remembered when he told stories and she had no doubt that they were true. 

“I would like that very much,” said Lymantria. She smiled, her lips pressed together. “If I am not imposing, of course.”

And she thought now, not of her father, or of herself as a little girl, but of a little girl she did not know. One perhaps she might know in the future. A girl who was more so the vague concept of a girl, one with Meg’s sharp green eyes, who might one day stare up at the stars with Lymantria.

The thought of that made her blush. She was glad it was dark and no one could see.

ugly-anastasia​:

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Annie thought Lymantria was asking because she was worried she would be the only member. And Annie certainly did not want her to think that! SSHIIT was a team effort, and Lymantria would be in good company if she joined! Still, Annie decided to exaggerate, just a little bit. To really sell it.

“Oh, almost everyone in the neighborhood! It’s a great way to meet people and make friends,” Annie promised. She assumed that was what Lymantria wanted– what everyone wanted!

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Lymantria’s eyes widened, but otherwise her face did not move. While she had slowly eased her way into saying hello to neighbors, she still did not talk to many of them except for Dr. Tibbs and his daughter. She talked to them a fair bit, sometimes popping over for tea or chatting when they were both out in their gardens at the same time. Sometimes they’d both get back in the wee hours of the morning after an overnight shift and wordlessly wave to each other and then walk down the street in tandem.