"Why me?" He groans, "She'll only come down when she wants to. Why not you?"
"Because." Elle says, "Firstly, you have magic. Secondly, I have a feeling you know her better than I do, and thirdly, you can climb up there. I don't actually even know how she gets up there."
"Fine,"
"Don't trust him. He's secretly happy to go. He's just being stubborn." Thor laughed.
Elle smiled, "And I already knew that. Stubborn brat."
"I can hear you."
"That's why we're talking!" He yelled back.
Happy? He wouldn't call himself happy. Things were probably going to be awkward anyway.
They hadn't seen for months, and she knew him as her friend's cousin. What was he going to say? Ha. What could he say?
Luna, who indeed was sitting on the roof, stared at the setting sun with frustration. Something was amiss. Even like this, she could sense it. She just didn't know what it was.
"There you are." The voice scared her, and as per usual, made her jump in shock, a habit she hated.
A pair of strong hands encircled her waist, bringing her a strange sense of fondness and familiarity, tinged with a mix of melancholy and deja vu. "Be careful," the voice warned, "You might fall one day when you least expect it." Yet there seems to be a greater meaning behind that sentence than just falling off a roof, which made it weirder.
"T...Thank you." She stared into the chocolate brown eyes behind her, realizing this was Elle's cousin she spoke of. "Sorry. It's a habit." That I absolutely despise, she wanted to add.
Almost as if reading her mind, he said,"But it's an amusing habit." Her face heated up immediately, whether from embarrassment or a more personal reason she didn't know. There was just something about this guy she couldn't put a finger on.
"Um...uh do I know you?" Even Luna cringed on hearing her voice saying this, of course, he didn't know her, him being Elle's cousin, a guy she never met before. He looked shocked though, so maybe her institution was right?
"No, you don't. Why would you?" He replied almost immediately, keeping a poker face.
She drew back, maybe she was wrong after all. "Ah, you just seemed a bit familiar, so...?"
"I get it."He smirked, "Let me guess. Your brain's fried."
"Ha." She jutted her chin out, "Then yours must be rotten."
"You're still really childish, you know that?" His eyes glinted slightly with amusement.
"Still?" Luna's eyes reflected her confusion.
"F...from what I heard from Elle, I meant."
"Oh. Ok. Well, what else did she say about me?" She asked.
"She said," He considered this thoughtfully,"that you also could be reckless, stubborn and impatient."
"What?"
"...But that's only because you care. You were also the best person she knew. You are smart, amazing, skilled, witty, hilarious and caring when you choose to be. You don't ever give up, can laugh things off, but you stand up for what's right and looks don't matter to you. You are forgiving, light-hearted, selfless and beautiful in every way imaginable, both inside and outside." He almost continued but stopped in time,"That's what she said."
"Oh. Wow." Her bottom lip trembled slightly,"I never knew. That's definitely not something she says often, barely, in fact. I didn't think she would say anything like that at all."
"You've gotten sentimental too, now?" Loki noted,"That wasn't there before."
"People have hidden sides; not everyone is just an open book, Mr...?"
"Eliron." He immediately felt like bashing himself up, regretting not asking Elle about some regular Midgardian names before coming to talk to Luna. He bet she felt like mocking him so badly.
Instead, she huffed a small laugh,"Interesting name. It's refreshing, I guess. I'll call you Ron then."
'What does it mean?"
"Well, it's actually the short form of Ronald. And the meaning might go to your head so I'm not telling you. You can search it up on your phone."
"Phone?" His confusion was quickly changed to regret.
Luckily, Luna did not catch up,"You don't know what's a phone?" She asked in disbelief. "Someone's had a terrible childhood, it seems."
She pulled her own out from her own pocket,"It's this. Surely you've used it a bit."
"I have seen objects with similar screens..." He admitted.
"So you can use it?"
"I guess." He shrugged,"They should be around the same."
"Pffft." She snickered,"Face it, you can't use it, can you?"
"Whatever."
"You're an interesting person."
"So are you."
"Is that just a friendly way of saying I'm weird?"
"Yes."
"You're weirder."
"You're just jealous."
Luna shot him a look of mock surprise,"Me? Jealous of how weird you are? Why I'd never have guessed."
"Time to change the subject."
"Sure, sure."
"Did you ever give up on anything?"
"Well, I still do. I mean, what Elle told you was not entirely true." She looked wistful,"I do give up. Like now."
"What do you mean?"
"I can't write anymore with my hand, can't see properly, and sometimes I lose my balance just like that. I can't do things like running, jumping or do stuff freely like I used to. I couldn't even remember my name when I woke in a hospital room, or why I got there."
"But that's...not that bad. It'll get better over time, won't it." He asked.
"No, it won't. It won't. I still can't see properly after six months, and the doctor says it won't ever. Neither will my physical abilities."
"..."
"Well, did you know I used to shoot?" "Apparently."She quietly mumbles to herself. "Anyway, according to Elle, I would somersault from the roof, and talk smart to her. I could cartwheel, kick, punch, stuff from a kung fu movie."
"Kung fu?"
"Um...A fighting style?" She laughed,"Wouldn't that be a sight."
"I bet you still could."
"Shoot? Nah." She mimics the action of holding and cocking a gun,"I can barely see the details of the house over there, just the bare outline of it. Now ain't that just silly."
"What about the somersault?"
She stood up,"Would you like me to try?" Reading the hesitant look in his eyes, she sits down,"I thought not. It's okay. I'd better not, anyway."
"Do you still like the moon?" He thought of the last thing she loved so much.
"No. I watch the sunset. Because I wish I remembered what happened with it. When I see the moon, it mocks me. Tells me I can't remember anything. Which I can't."
She shakes her head,"Have a good day."
And she's gone.