Hair Like Moonlight
Luna said that Ginny reminded her of a blazing sun, passionate and intense. She said that her red hair reflected her personality, and she loved to run her fingers through the long, thick hair that fell over Ginny's shoulders. Her fierce loyalty and courage strengthened the image for Luna, and she often felt she was burning in her gaze.
Luna was like the moon. Her sparkling silver-grey eyes echoed the its phases, as sometimes she had a waning, faraway look in her eyes, thinking of new creatures to be discovered. When her eyes were full, round and staring, Ginny felt she was being pulled like the tide towards her.
Ginny had established a ritual when they moved into their cottage together. Every night, before they went to bed, Ginny would sit on the arm of the sofa behind Luna and brush her long blonde hair. It slid through the brush like streams of moonlight and settled down her back in straight, pale ribbons. She sprayed it with a translucent spray she liked to make herself, and it softened and tamed the thick hair, making it shine and illuminate her pale features.
Luna had learned to crave this part of her day, to feel like she was a piece of art being sculpted and perfected by Ginny's nimble hands. She kept up a constant commentary whilst Ginny worked her magic, and when it was over, she would ask Ginny how she looked.
'Beautiful. You look beautiful,' Ginny would always answer. Luna didn't need to look in a mirror as she judged her appearance by Ginny's smile.
Lying in their bed, Luna's hair always fanned out around them; moonlight trying to reach the sun.
Whenever Ginny pictured Luna, her hair was the first thing she thought of. Hair like moonlight.
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