betterwhenblossomed replied to your post: betterwhenblossomed replied to your post: if…

((YOUR GUT THINKS IT BECAUSE IT’S TRUE. could work them booty shorts too. all she would need is a creepier smile and stuff and she’d be perf yup.)

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oops i’m drawing this

Luna in shorts tho…

das weird. 

I GUESS WE’LL SEE.

ヽ(´ー`)ﾉ

betterwhenblossomed replied to your post: if claude is luna’s assistant then does that make her alois or ciel?

(i bet she could pull off the creepy alois lollllll)

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.

CREEPINESS OF ALOIS ASIDE, HE IS TOO TRAGIC. 

THAT CHILD HURTS MEEE.

my gut feeling said alois too.

w h y.

AF;ODFHADFAUDH;F

BOTH ARE BAD AND HORRIBLE AND AWFUL OPTIONS. 

DO NOT WANT EITHER OF THEM.

Luna just poked at her dinner a few times with her fork before pushing the plate away from herself and resting her head against the restaurant table. She was too exhausted to have a real appetite. Exhausted to the point where it just enveloped and pulled down on her entire body like a heavy blanket.

Since she arrived in the city, she had basically hit the ground running. First were the general introductions and tour of the fashion house she’d be working with, then multiple errands she had to run, meetings, and various dress fittings for the upcoming weekend. It was a lot to be squeezed into less than two days, and Luna was cranky due to the lack of real sleep. To top it all off, here was this stranger —who had been following her around like a shadow since the moment she showed up at her suite— giving her the most judgmental look in the world because of it.

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“And what about you…? Are you okay?”

Luna didn’t sound as great as she tried to lead on. Julius held his arms as he sat there in front of her, his hand withdrawn and back to him. Looking at her, he tried to eye her over but in his state he couldn’t tell if any emotion was running through her or not. Or if Luna was hurting, or if she was happy.

Letting out a soft sigh, he pulled his hair back up into a high ponytail before holding the side of his face. He felt exhausted…worn out…and only slightly better.

Luna gazed at her lap for a while, remaining silent as the question hang in the air between them. Then, she looked back up at Julius, a well practiced smile on her face. “I’m fine. Nothing’s happening that I can’t handle, so therefore, there’s nothing to worry about.” She replied mildly, while making direct eye contact with him, almost as if she was challenging him to tell her otherwise. Though if he did challenge her, she very much doubted it would get her to budge on her words.

She mimicked his posture, cheek resting against her open palm. “A ponytail suits you, you know. I don’t know why you don’t do that with your hair more often.” Luna mentioned, obviously steering the conversation away from herself.