Dont Ever Apologize I Love Luna's Yapping Pls Skjdfjdkl - Blog Posts

a smile stretched across salems lips as luna sat down. it had seemed like forever since the two last saw one another. she quickly moved her coffee and journal aside to give the other space at the table. before even having a moment to respond luna was yanking their boots off and all salem could do was laugh and glance around the small cafe to see if anyone else had noticed. she loved that luna was random like that. "okay there's not way you haven't broken those boots in yet?" she said with a grin before closing the journal in front of her to give luna her undivided attention. "nope it's fine! plus even if you did i'd just dedicate the page to you and turn it into a happy little memory or something." she sipped on her coffee while leaning back in her chair. "i'm actually gald i ran into you, i think the universe knew that i needed to see someone that i loved. not to be dramatic but i just realized how much i've missed you." salem let out a small chuckle. it was probably a bit dramatic but it was genuine.

               naturally   more   of   a   recluse,   luna   hated   the   days   she   designated   for   being   outside.   she   was   someone   who   much   preferred   the   comfort   of   their   tarantulas,   their   cat,   their   candles,   their   books,   and   ( most   importantly )   their   bed.   they   usually   tried   to   knock   everything   out   in   one   day   which   meant   that   day   had   already   been   piled   high   with   multiple   things:   office   hours   with   at   least   two   of   her   professors   (   but   with   the   way   luna   yapped   it   ended   up   being   four   ),   a   studio   session,   grocery   shopping   (   for   their   apartment   but   also   for   drew   and   rafas   ),   a   library   date   to   check   in   all   their   old   books   and   check   out   new   ones,   and   a   trip   to   casablanca   to   interview   more   locals   on   the   folklore   they   needed   for   their   thesis.   she   nearly   fell   into   blooms   &   coffee,   looking   a   little   worse   for   wear,   when   salem   appeared   like   a   beacon   of   light.                  they   flopped   down   in   the   chair   across   from   her,   their   backpack   too   heavy,   arms   nearly   falling   off   from   the   weight   of   the   books   they   carried,   and   her   boots   untied   and   numbing   their   feet   the   longer   she   stood.   the   relief   was   enough   to   make   them   laugh.   "   do   you   think   anyone   would   judge   me   too   much   if   i   take   my   boots   off   right   now   ?   ⸻   fuck   it.   "   they   sighed,   yanking   the   platform   boots   off   her   feet.   "   i   dress   like   i'm   not   dependent   on   my   feet   to   get   me   everywhere,   this   is   ridiculous.   i   didn’t   mess   up   your   journal   did   i   ?   "   the   worry   struck   quick   as   she   pulled   her   books   toward   her   side   of   the   table.