**Written for the Fanfiction Scavenger Hunt Competition: One of my OTP's**
Mask
She keeps a mask on for everyone. They think that she didn't suffer down there in the dungeon.
But she did.
And I know she did.
Because she lets me in, and she lets me see underneath the facade. She lets me see her scars and she lets me mend them. My precious Luna. So gentle, yet hardened by the memories of her imprisonment, but with every touch of my lips and every gentle caress of my hand I heal something, and I know that with my love she'll recover from this, stronger than before, because she's already healed me.