Name: Staying

Summary: ❝The monster in your head, won't surface again. Be still my child, wash away the sin. And I as future king, walk off the edge. Hold me by my name, hold me till the end.❞

Luna Grant wasn't a warrior or a hero; she was just a kid at the wrong place at the wrong time.

After the disaster, she'd tried to survive at her ballet studio – the only place she ever really felt safe – but was quickly evacuated by a group of kids who lived at the Natural History Museum and was taken to safety.

There, she met the quiet and book centred Chris Marker and the pair made a connection that nobody could explain, nor attempt to break apart.

Only this world is never kind to kids who don't fight for what they want.

Pairing: Chris Marker/OC

Rating: T – for mild bad language, some violence, mild blood and gore, mentions and depictions of death – RATING MAY GO UP.

Genre: Romance/Tragedy

Disclaimer: I own nothing used, except for the idea for this story and my OCs. This story is purely for entertainment purposes only.

Story song: Staying by Koda.

Author's note: Chris needs more love so imma give him his own fanfic with a lil bae. This is probably going to be pretty short since my patience is short. Like Monster, this story isn't going to feature Adelaide or Dorothy so sorry to disappoint. I haven't decided on a face claim this time; couldn't find one that I liked or suited Luna so there isn't one this time.

This will be really short - basically two or three chapters, just to pass the time for now. Hope you enjoy!

But without babbling on too long, on with the story.

Staying; Koda

Homesick; Dua Lipa

The Scientist; Coldplay

Gone; Bebe Rexha

Medicine; Daughter

Nothing Compares 2 You; Sinéad O'Connor

Into The New World (Ballad Version); Girls' Generation

Summertime Sadness; Lana Del Rey

Dauðalogn; Sigur Rós

Unsteady; X Ambassadors

Cynics vs Dreamers; Zella Day

The Power of Love; Frankie Goes to Hollywood

Talking to the Moon; Bruno Mars

Downtown; Allie X

Varúð; Sigur Rós

Saturn; Sleeping at Last

Above and Below; The Bravery

Some Die Young; Laleh

Not About Angels; Birdy

Immortal; Marina and the Diamonds

Mr. Sandman; SYML

Dynasty; MIIA

Hurts Like Hell; Fleurie

The Night We Met; Lord Huron

November Rain; Guns N' Roses

"Take me to the place where the aromatic fragrance

threatens to envelop our obelisks glorifying death;

to the place where the seraphim of old long to steal your breath

only to resurrect you again,

because they adore your shell-shocked epiphany.

The twinkle of wisteria eyes that say star-struck goodbyes to winters long overdue.

Take me to some place new, yet still lingers with the scent of timeless truths.

Can you whisper epigrams in my ears yet still retain your sunflower youth?

And can such a place even exist

where I am me and you are you.

Is this dream of ours only a selfish wish?

Where our heart's desires

will never transpire,

but only take cues from Lazarus,

coming into our own like lilac lust.

I am told there is a beautiful gate

that leads to this tomb of ancient bloom.

Will you let me nourish this timid trust

and receive this skeleton key that dreams of wearing skin -

and if not now, of this would-be genesis ... when?

Please don't tease with someday soon,

but let these tumblers unhinge like zealous zephyr.

I know it will be all that you asked.

I know it will be, for my soul spoke so earnestly: give it a chance.

So won't you carve upon this granite heart

that longs for the easy rain of your embrace.

Etch upon these alabaster walls with love's italic hand,

the seven lettered splendor known unabashedly as FREEDOM.

Let it be the only thing

the angels care to dream,

when imagining eternity.

Let none atone

the only thing

set in stone."

~ A Tomb of Ancient Bloom by Timothy Hicks.