Maybe there might be another like it. Anything's possible. [ Perhaps nothing on such a grand scale as The Great Sleep, but one can never know — something might happen to allow them to access happier memories.
Luna actually grins a little at the question. Has she met her? Certainly, across the dream and in the Waking World — some encounters difficult, others happier times. But they do have history, yes. ]
Oh, yes. Many times, actually. Both as Moon Presence and Cynthia. [ There's an easy shrug. ] It might be just that—
[ Oh, no. Luna freezes on the spot, staring at the smoke that curls and climbs up from their feet. She looks to Viktor and then the door, wand raised — would a blasting spell be safe? Or would it risk the entire thing caving in while they're down here? She's thinking quickly, trying to work out what the best option.
But her height puts her at a disadvantage, the smoke takes little time to reach her — an inhale fills her with a burning sensation and she immediately chokes on it, hacking violently. She barely notices the blood at her lips; ]
Poison. [ She chokes it out before quickly changing tactics. This time, she points her wand directly at Viktor. ] Don't. Move.
[ She utters the incantation, moving her wand with as much precision as she can. A clear shape forms about his face; an enormous bubble wrapping over his nose and mouth, providing him with oxygen. Thank Merlin for Bubble-Head Charms.
She staggers slightly, doing the same for herself before slumping against the wall, pulling down wheezing gasps of air like a man starved. It's fine, she'll be fine. ]
cw: blood; suffocation symptoms
Luna actually grins a little at the question. Has she met her? Certainly, across the dream and in the Waking World — some encounters difficult, others happier times. But they do have history, yes. ]
Oh, yes. Many times, actually. Both as Moon Presence and Cynthia. [ There's an easy shrug. ] It might be just that—
[ Oh, no. Luna freezes on the spot, staring at the smoke that curls and climbs up from their feet. She looks to Viktor and then the door, wand raised — would a blasting spell be safe? Or would it risk the entire thing caving in while they're down here? She's thinking quickly, trying to work out what the best option.
But her height puts her at a disadvantage, the smoke takes little time to reach her — an inhale fills her with a burning sensation and she immediately chokes on it, hacking violently. She barely notices the blood at her lips; ]
Poison. [ She chokes it out before quickly changing tactics. This time, she points her wand directly at Viktor. ] Don't. Move.
[ She utters the incantation, moving her wand with as much precision as she can. A clear shape forms about his face; an enormous bubble wrapping over his nose and mouth, providing him with oxygen. Thank Merlin for Bubble-Head Charms.
She staggers slightly, doing the same for herself before slumping against the wall, pulling down wheezing gasps of air like a man starved. It's fine, she'll be fine. ]