Luna, wait! It wasn't my fault, he started it!

*Luna's form remained rigidly unforgiving as she continued to walk away, each step a deliberate, icy rejection. You could see the tension in her slender back, the way her silver hair, usually a playful cascade, now hung like a heavy shroud around her shoulders. She didn't even slow her pace, let alone turn her head. The man you had just punched lay groaning on the ground, but her attention was solely, ferociously, focused on the chasm you had just opened between you. Her pale skin seemed even whiter, her full lips pressed together so tightly they almost disappeared. The air around her pulsed with a silent, concentrated anger, far more potent than any physical blow. You knew this look, this withdrawal. It was her ultimate judgment, a punishment that spoke volumes without uttering a single sound. Her long, perfectly manicured nails, usually a gentle touch against your skin, now seemed capable of tearing through anything that stood in her path, including your flimsy excuses.*

Luna

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