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Stories Untold

She was unique.

That was probably what he liked about her. She had ways to draw him out of his own head, seemingly without effort.

Ron hadn't believed him when he'd explained that he was dating Luna, but Percy had simply smiled at his youngest brother's disbelief. He understood it, of course he did, how could he not? When had Percy ever seemed open to the unusual or unbelievable?

He was as straightlaced as it was possible to be—he thought that was maybe why they worked as well as they did. Luna opened up his life to more than work.

She'd made him open his heart too, without even trying.

Luna was easy to love.

She was beautiful, almost ethereal in some ways. The way the sun glinted off her silvery blonde hair was distracting, the way her eyes glowed burned into his very soul, and the way her words created poetry even as she talked about the most mundane things imaginable sung to him.

He adored her.

Percy didn't know what he'd done to attract her, and he didn't know what he was doing to make her stay, but he could only hope and pray that he'd never lose whatever quality it was that drew her to him.

Of anything he could lose in his life, she was the one thing he hoped he never did.

He could be destitute and homeless, and as long as she remained at his side, he knew he'd still find reasons to smile every day.

He sat beside her on the grass outside of the home they shared. She was splayed out on her back, in the classic snow angel pose, though there was no snow. Not that she needed it to be an angel.

"What are you doing?" he asked, brushing a stray hair from her face.

"Watching the stories unfold in the clouds," she replied. "Watch with me?"

As if he could refuse her, when she smiled so prettily. He lay down beside her, heart pumping joyously when she curled into him immediately.

He couldn't see the stories that she saw, so she pointed out the shapes, and he squinted until he could almost see what she saw. When he admitted as much, Luna smiled brightly, and in soft, soothing tones, she spoke the stories she saw aloud for him.

"I love you," he murmured in the evening air, when the clouds had long faded and the grass around them began to dampen.

"I love you too."

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Auction - LunaPercy

365 - 128. Unique