A/N: Ah yet another drabble brought to you by random Kuneko challenge 2010, a game intended only to be played in the wee hours of the morning. This time the couple is more valley based, which I'm used to, though it took quite the interesting turn. Thus dear readers (or just people who have actually been reading my various works) be prepared to be dazzled, entertained, stunned by my very first, and probably only for a little while, piece of femslash! I hope this little return to the writing world of HM would prove to be as interesting for others as it was for me.
This was one of those moments where Lumina questioned just how exactly she ever thought Rock was even REMOTELY appealing.
Sure, she was a ditz, and sure she loved to drink whenever Griffin would turn his back and of course she had a lot of guy problems and yeah, she could and would talk your ear off if you even casually turned your head toward her, but damn it if Lumina, with all of her cultural upbringing, couldn't admit that she was one of the most beautiful creatures she had ever seen.
Lumina had been taught growing up that beauty could be expressed in a variety of forms, with certain types being more overt than others. Thus, despite being rather sheltered and directed solely towards music, Lumina found herself staring at a tad too long and a tad too long at Muffy a tad too often. The blonds' very presence could inspire a dozen compositions of both the pop and classical variety within minutes, sending Lumina itching for a notepad and dying to set fingers on cool ebony so that she might relief the creative pressure. The rich girl had never truly realized just how much of a musician she was until Muffy took a hold of her existence.
Caught up in the whirlwind that peer pressure and hormones tended to cause in high school years, Lumi found that as time went by, she was drawn less and less to the blond beach boy who spent his days dreaming and more toward the females who spent their days tending to the village. She did admit it had been awkward at first, looking at the woman who she had grown up around with a renewed interest, eyes turned now toward features she had never before considered.
She had only truly 'discovered' her Goddess sometime after that, during a rather innocent trip to the bar that had turned into an impromptu lesson on how leggings and red dresses made for a great bar top/stage performance of Doctor Jones. Nowadays she found herself heading to the bar at least three to four times a week, though she had found a way to improve her friendship with the blond to the point where the backroom was always open for a little bit of girl talk.
"You know sweetie, I never thought that kind of checkered color scheme could manage to be pulled off, but y'all always manage to look so stunning whenever you wear it."
Ah her typical southern belle kind of attitude, regardless of what she's saying her voice always manages to find a way to soothe my ears, like Mozart after a thunderstorm.
"Anyways enough with the fashion," I watched her brush her golden locks back and lean forward toward me earnestly, her blue eyes ablaze. "Did you hear about Daryl and Flora? Everyon-" Her eyes widened suddenly and I could just barely catch the strains of some song off the radio floating in from the bar. "I love this song! Sorry girl, though gossip is one of my loves, nothing is greater than this, I just I want to…no I need to dance!"
Suddenly twirling in place, my golden curled fantasy began to move her legs to the beat. I couldn't help but smile at her antics; despite misgivings and her kind of scatterbrained nature she was captivating. Well that's artists for you, for them a muse can come in any form. And Muffy was most definitely my muse.