Title:           day 39 part 2
Author:          churchwarden
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First Edit:      Tuesday 27th of March 2012 11:01:02 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 27th of March 2012 11:01:02 PM CDT

>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.