#` ☽space v☾ / luna `

[alicornae]

Luna had forgotten how light she was on her hooves. She was always the sneaky one- nopony would ever hear how she slinked in the darkness and into its secret entrances. The silence was a part of her, she supposed- for even when she didn't mean to, she tended to scare those around her by simply walking up to them. In the past, it was amusing and she'd go to every means to use it against anyone she could for fun. But now, it was an essential skill. One that has kept her alive, among other things.

The mare hardly flinched when the humanoid whipped around with his staff in hand, teal eyes looking at it and his face with an unwavering expression. At the most, she looked mildly annoyed- if even that. Though as the curling scent of the strange stick in his mouth reached her, her nose curled and wrinkled— finding it unpleasant.

" Worry not— We are skilled in combat as well, and We could've easily avoided it. " Luna responded simply, unaware that most would interpret that as bragging- but they knew theirself well enough for it to be true.

She approached the edge of the rail, squinting down at the alien landscapes before her. It was always a little difficult to understand all these strange new planets, but it wasn't hard to notice a weary soul. Her eyes flicker to his face before speaking again, ignoring his other comments.

" ... Regardless, art thou certain thou can hunt thy quarry? Thine eyes seem want for dreams instead. "

Jonathan stands alone upon this very night... watching over the railing of reports of people going missing in this area. Jonathan had hoped to catch the perpetrators before they could take anyone else. A bo-staff is perched against the side of the railing as he waits patiently. Tired eyes daring to fall asleep. It's been this way for the last two hours. Nothing. It's starting to bore Jonathan immensely. He wanted nothing more then to sleep. Their body felt dizzy. Only a can of a sponsored energy drink sits next to their foot. Instead of keeping them alert, he's crashing. Jonathan decided to do the next best thing.

Reaching into their pocket would Jonathan pull out a pack of cigarettes. Clinking open a lighter puffing a few times. Inhale. Exhale. A vice that Jonathan thought he gave up a long time ago. Now being a immortal, Jonathan didn't have to worry about cancer killing them. The end of the cigarette lighting their black shades. Keeping those tired eyes hidden. Jonathan's ears prick up to movement and swift as the river, Jonathan kicks up his bo-staff and points it at the other.

"S-Shit... don't creep on me like that. Could've easily given you a concussion. Don't you know not to do that to people?" Jonathan didn't mean to be snappy. But he's tired of waiting for the targets to arrive to clean up this timeline so he could go back to his 'bed' in timeline 30. That's all he wanted was to sleep.

[princepsluna]

  mmmm space verse still gets me emotional, bc every planet she goes to- whatever bonds she makes there do change her. for better or for worse.

  but when she does manage to make meaningful connections, making friends and what not ... she cannot stay. she physically has to keep moving. maybe because the compulsion of the stars makes her do it, or she just believes that there is something wrong with her, and she cannot let that burden fall upon her friends shoulders. so she does take strides forward, but at the same time she takes a step back too.

  it isnt until she returns home back as nightmare moon does she finally learn to accept all the love she was given, and the fact that the friendships she made were real.   ... she does miss them, all the way in the endless stars.