day 39 part 2

>The day goes by slower than expected.

>You rearrange your living room for the dance lesson ahead, then make yourself dinner.

>O glorious bacon, how my heart yearns for thee...

>You shower after dinner, but are interrupted by your doorbell.

>There’s no way it’s Luna. It’s 4pm. It’s not even... dark outside.

>Anxious a little, Luna?

>Chalk up another insanity point to magic.

>You call out from the bathroom door, “Come on in, I’m in the shower! Be down with ya in a second.”

>You hear your front door open and shut and Luna call up, “Don’t take too long!”

>Something’s a little off about her voice, but you can’t tell what. Probably just your imagination.

>You finish up, get dressed and head down the stairs. You turn the corner to the cleared living room.

>”Alright Luna, I only know some Viennese Waltz and a little...”

>You see Luna midway through your sentence, except it is not the Luna you are used to.

>It’s not her.

>Yet it’s her voice coming from this beautiful woman standing across from you

>”I thought you would be more comfortable dancing with a human, so I used a spell to turn me into one! How do I look?”

>Pic related. Still has black wings, no horn tho

>She twirls in place, waist length ebony hair flowing around her.

>She bats her bright blue eyes at you.

>You literally are dumbstruck. This was completely unexpected.  Your “little corporal” promptly stands at attention.

>”Anon? Are you alright?”

>You jolt back to reality.

>Yeah! Yeah, yeah I’m good, Luna. I’m gonna... go get the music. Forgot it in the other room.

>You round the corner and rearrange your tackle.

>Your jimmies are not rustled. Nay, it would be more appropriate to liken your jimmies to Alaskan sea life and the rustling forces to the fucking Exxon Valdez.

>Why did she do this? HOW did she do this? Oh wait, fucking magic. Of course.

>This changes things.

>Wait, what?

>How does this change things? She’s still the same Luna you know, just a little... distracting now.

>She did THIS though. She changed herself. For you. You’re not dense. Does she... love you?

>Luna peeks around the corner.

>”Have you found the music yet, Anon?”

>You come back to reality yet again.

>”Just a sec, Luna.” You hurriedly fish around your dining room for the cd of classical music you had Octavia make up for you.

>Aha! There it is!

>Now it gets a little awkward.

>Shit you sound like a pussy. You’re a Goddamn Green Beret. Nothing scares you.

>Except this.

>Do you love her like she loves you?

>You can sort your feelings out later.

>You manage to calm your rustled jimmies. Or at least shove your thoughts to the back of your mind so you can figure this shit out later.

>Luna’s waiting still waiting for you in the living room.

>”Alright! Let’s get this party started!” You call to her, trying your best to hide your nervousness.

>Luna perks up at this.

>You pop the cd into a modest sound system.

>The soft methodical tones of a well-tuned piano fill the room. Slow, easy to get into the rhythm.

>Luna calmly strides over to you, her previously unnoticed black evening gown making it seem like she’s floating just above the ground.

>You settle into the basic closed position comfortably. Her hand grips yours a little tightly.

>You count off, “1, 2, 3, 4.”

>And away you two go.

>You were right. You did need practice.

>But you did better than you thought. Waltz always did come easily to you.

>Luna, however, seemed a bit awkward and unsteady on her feet. She must still be getting used to her new body.

>The last song ends. An awkward silence fills the room.

>You don’t want to let go of her.

>But then you remember: she wanted to go stargazing with you.

>”Ready to go stargazing, Luna?”

>A slight look of confusion briefly paints her face. Then an “Oh yeah!” look takes over.

>She must have really been enjoying herself.

>”Sure Anon! Grab the telescope and star charts I gave you. I want to take you to my favourite stargazing spot.”

>You head up to your room and sling the ornate telescope gifted to you and several map tubes containing the star charts over your shoulder. You also grab a heavy wool blanket to lay down on the grass. Wouldn’t want your lady’s dress to get wet.

>Planning like a sir

>”Alright Luna, let’s head to this special spot of yours.” You say back downstairs.

>Luna grins and a blue light envelops you both.

>The light fades. You rub your eyes

>This looks very familiar. Starlight streams through ruined arches, debris and broken glass litter the floor. In the center of the room a gigantic silver Armillary sphere sits, corroded and dejected.

>The Temple of the Night. You saw it in Luna’s memories.

>”The Temple sure has seen better days.”

>”Yes. No one cared about it during my absence. But that’s not the point. I’m going to take you to the best stargazing spot in Equestria!”

>She takes your one empty hand and practically pulls you down the hallway. You climb a circular staircase in the temple’s lonesome tower, Luna tugging you along impatiently all the while.

>After a short while, you arrive at the tower. It is entirely enclosed. Magical blue light springs to rusted lanterns hanging from the walls.

>”I have to admit Luna, this is a unique spot. I never would have thought to go stargazing in an enclosed room,” you sarcastically remark.

>Luna laughs. It’s airy and light, and helps to put your mind further at ease.

>”Oh, ye of little faith. That’s what we have the telescope for. Set it up in that circle in the center of the room.”

>You unpack the ornate telescope and set it on its tripod. You notice three triangular slots in the ground. The legs of the tripod slide into them.

>The roof rumbles, shakes, and folds open to the night sky like a stone flower.

>You gaze up at a crystal clear midnight sky. An ocean of stars, far more than you had ever seen before, even in Afghanistan, stretches out before you.

>Living constellations frolic in the heavens; Pisces, Scorpio, Ursa Major, the list goes on...

>”This is incredible.”

>”You think so?”

>”What, are you kidding? Of course it is!”

>You look back at Luna, who’s sitting back on your blanket, just watching you.

>She pats a spot next to her, motioning you to join her on the ground.

>You take her offer and hand her the map tube full of star charts.

>You lean back, still trying take everything in. “Luna, this is amazing. I don’t have the words to describe it. I mean, YOU did this. You took years to make this and nobody noticed? Hell it was their loss!”

>You look at Luna. She’s practically beaming at you.

>You lie down on the wool blanket and just watch the night play out.

>You would say more but your mind is kind of overwhelmed at this point.

>All you can get out is a whispered, “Wow...”

>Luna stays sitting, watching you intently.

>Minutes of silence tick by.

>A shooting star streaks across the sky, bright and clear.

>”Make a wish Luna.”

>”Hm?”

>”It’s a human thing. See a shooting star, you make a wish.”

>You feel her thin fingers against your hand.

>You hesitate a moment then take them in your own.

>”Why would I do that? I have everything I want right here.”

>She squeezes your hand gently as she looks into your eyes

>You feel a tad warmer than a moment ago.

>Thoughts you shoved down in your mind rush to the surface.

>Is this right?

>She loves you, it’s easy to see now.

>Do you love her?

>She’s your closest friend here. She’s seen the depths of your soul and felt empathy, and you did the same with her. You both are an awful lot alike.

>You KNOW each other. Not in some petty way, you both gave the other something you couldn’t give anyone else.

>She cares for you deeply. She’s never asked anything from you, only given and given and given some more.

>She did this, all this, just to make you happy.

>Then you ask yourself, “What would you do for her?”

>You don’t hesitate.

>”Anything.”

>You sit up and look at her, still holding her hand.

>”Close your eyes, Luna.”

>She obeys.

>You lean in close

>” Ever, always, only for you.”

>You kiss her gently.