Truly Beautiful
Written for the Pairing God Challenge and Butterflygirly99's Fabulous Quote Contest
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Prompt: "Why do beautiful songs make you sad?", "Because they aren't true", "Never?", "Nothing is beautiful and true." - Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
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"Will you dance with me?" Neville stood in front of the small figure, pulling at the neckline of his suit.
She looked up at him, her ears surprisingly bare except for a pair of small sliver hoops. Around her pale, slender neck was an old silver key. She had hung up the butterbeer necklace after the war and exchanged it with this, a key to the Lovegood house.
"To anything but a slow song." She replied quietly, fingering the hem of her yellow sundress that moved gently against her legs in the wind.
"Why not?" he asked, confused.
"They make me sad," she said simply, looking down at the grass.
"Why do beautiful songs make you sad?" He asked, trying not to stare at the way the lights coming from the tent reflected off of her pale hair, or the way her long eyelashes fluttered downwards, the way only her eyelashes could flutter.
"Because they aren't true." She stated matter-of-factly, looking up at him again.
"Never?" his heart broke for the girl in front of him, one who stared at things with a cool, clear mind, her brain not considering the possibility of emotion, and especially not love.
"Nothing is beautiful and true,"
"Except for you," the words escaped his mouth, and his eyes widened in surprise, the heated feeling that had lingered around his ears while they were talking spreading up his neck and to his cheeks.
Luna looked up at him, and suddenly, her ice blue eyes were fragile, almost as if they were beginning to crack open slightly. To let him in, after all the years of trying.
It was in that moment, when a slow, quiet song started to play in the background, the moment when he engulfed one of her tiny, pale hands with his large one, when he asked and she followed… it was in those tiny, precious moments that he knew everything would be alright.
And to him, it was both true and beautiful, and nothing in between.
A/N – Thanks for taking the time to read, and I hope you'll review!