Junko Natsumizaka
Just a demonic overlord studying Earth firsthand.
"It is not like what you think," Elias replied quietly. "I am...I am.....I saw you at Azkaban and yet it was not you, then you suddenly changed your appearance into an angel...it was unexpected.." He laughed uncertainly.
He is confused, and understandably so. I assume even a day in that place has taken a toll on his ability to distinguish reality from. . . .never mind.
"...well never mind, I believed you when you told me that you are not angel but an odd witch.." Here he looked her into her eyes and smiled, the same lovingly smile he always used to share with her before, then he continued with an expressionless face: "Hopefully I'll get past this with time. It's have been a lot to me, all the humiliation and distress I faced with the trials and the short amount of time I spent at Azkaban. I do not know what could have become of me if you had not rescued me...." He paused.
"I understand." was all Luna could say. She was unsure of how to react properly to the look in his eyes.
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. "Anyway, I have a feeling that whenever we spend time together I get more closer to you...."
Such honesty. . . I am so confused. . . should I take the strong, colder reaction, or the closer, more understanding one? Times like this are difficult, as I can tell that having a heart would have made it a much easier decision.
"...I still love you but it is your choice if you want to love me in return or not and I respect your choices.." He finished.
Luna took a deep breath, not breaking eye contact. "It is times like this in which I wish I did still have my heart, as it would be easy to understand if I feel the same way you do. " she paused for a moment, quickly putting together another sentence. "However, I do know for sure, that when we talk, or play music. . . even that kiss.. . " her gaze was distant, as if she were reliving the memories. Inside, of course, she was laughing that he was buying it. "That I do feel something. . . like a small bit of light, inside a very dark place. . . seen and felt, but still faint. I have never felt that before. . . and even though I do not have a heart, I long to be with you, as much as possible. When we are together, I dread saying farewell. I do not wish for it to end. " she looked up at him, and he understood.
Meanwhile
Crystal looked out her window in her room at the manor, as she ate her portion. Luna is not at all like her father. I still cannot believe she is half as terrifying, yet more successful than He ever was. I do not know how she does it. She finished her meal, and washed for bed. Aislynn is so trendy and cool. . . not stuck up like Robert. I want to get to know her better. I wonder what she thinks of me. . . she thought as she drifted off.
Meanwhile
Robert picked a rose from one of the bushes, and removed the thorns. He did this a few times, making a bouquet of roses, which he placed in a conjured vase. He walked to Aislynn's room, and knocked on the door. When she opened it up, he bowed deeply, and spoke charmingly as he held up the flowers: "Good evening, Aislynn. These flowers are so lovely, the reminded me of your own beauty and grace. " he smiled as he handed them to her.
He is confused, and understandably so. I assume even a day in that place has taken a toll on his ability to distinguish reality from. . . .never mind.
"...well never mind, I believed you when you told me that you are not angel but an odd witch.." Here he looked her into her eyes and smiled, the same lovingly smile he always used to share with her before, then he continued with an expressionless face: "Hopefully I'll get past this with time. It's have been a lot to me, all the humiliation and distress I faced with the trials and the short amount of time I spent at Azkaban. I do not know what could have become of me if you had not rescued me...." He paused.
"I understand." was all Luna could say. She was unsure of how to react properly to the look in his eyes.
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. "Anyway, I have a feeling that whenever we spend time together I get more closer to you...."
Such honesty. . . I am so confused. . . should I take the strong, colder reaction, or the closer, more understanding one? Times like this are difficult, as I can tell that having a heart would have made it a much easier decision.
"...I still love you but it is your choice if you want to love me in return or not and I respect your choices.." He finished.
Luna took a deep breath, not breaking eye contact. "It is times like this in which I wish I did still have my heart, as it would be easy to understand if I feel the same way you do. " she paused for a moment, quickly putting together another sentence. "However, I do know for sure, that when we talk, or play music. . . even that kiss.. . " her gaze was distant, as if she were reliving the memories. Inside, of course, she was laughing that he was buying it. "That I do feel something. . . like a small bit of light, inside a very dark place. . . seen and felt, but still faint. I have never felt that before. . . and even though I do not have a heart, I long to be with you, as much as possible. When we are together, I dread saying farewell. I do not wish for it to end. " she looked up at him, and he understood.
Meanwhile
Crystal looked out her window in her room at the manor, as she ate her portion. Luna is not at all like her father. I still cannot believe she is half as terrifying, yet more successful than He ever was. I do not know how she does it. She finished her meal, and washed for bed. Aislynn is so trendy and cool. . . not stuck up like Robert. I want to get to know her better. I wonder what she thinks of me. . . she thought as she drifted off.
Meanwhile
Robert picked a rose from one of the bushes, and removed the thorns. He did this a few times, making a bouquet of roses, which he placed in a conjured vase. He walked to Aislynn's room, and knocked on the door. When she opened it up, he bowed deeply, and spoke charmingly as he held up the flowers: "Good evening, Aislynn. These flowers are so lovely, the reminded me of your own beauty and grace. " he smiled as he handed them to her.