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Simon felt as if any moment he may wake up from this incredible dream. Everything suddenly felt…perfect. His heart was soaring out of his chest, as if he were floating. This had to be the closest feeling to flying. If he woke up clammy in his bed, again, he would be pissed and prepared to have the worst day of his life. Everything felt too real. He could feel Lunas love and desire as he freely gazed deeply into her eyes.

”Deal” he chuckled with a wink, closing the cabinet to hideaway the ghastly mug. His broomstick was definitely his most prized possession, considering it got him where he was at currently. Flying would always be his first love. Simon nodded softly when Luna mentioned how freaky the future was. He took a sip from his glass before setting it down on the table, ”The future kinda freaks me out..but thinking about it with you by my side, it doesn’t seem so scary now.” Simon reassured her with a tender smile, capturing her lips into a kiss, lingering as their breaths mingled to truly appreciate the moment. It was a great feeling to marinade in.

After a sweet moment, Simon rose to officially place the crimson stained canvas on the easel. Simon prepared the pallet with a couple of colored paints as Luna asked about weed possibly spiking creativity. The glint in Luna’s eye displayed mischievous intent.

”Yeah?” he perked up at the mention of weed, though he’d hate to admit it. His eyes involuntarily narrowed on her, wishing he could read her mind. ”You…sure?” Simon gave her a hesitant look with a chuckle. Of course he wanted to indulge in smoking a joint or two with his girlfriend. Though, the last time she smoked with him…things got a bit freaky. And not in a good way.

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There was something so tender in the way that Simon looked at her, in a way that made her heart swell and her hands go clammy and her lips tear apart into the biggest grin. That feeling Luna had begun to associate with him - flipping stomach, a lifting in her chest... Luna realised now that it was joy. That every time she looked at Simon, even from the very beginning, she had been overwhelmed with happiness to see him. Luna had masked it for so long, not understanding the truth behind the feeling - for she had never really felt true happiness before herself.

Luna snorted, a derisive sort of tone but not one of dismissal. "Me too, and I have had to live with Selene for seventeen years," Luna replied. "You know at Hogwarts, Selene had a vision. I was called first to the sorting hat, obviously. And Selene saw I would be put in Slytherin. We'd been together our whole lives, lumped in with one another, and we agreed it would be best to stay that way. Maybe that's where it all began. Where I started to feel stifled by the other two. Because you and I know Selene would have been more suited to Ravenclaw, and Phoebe to Hufflepuff. Yet they both asked for Slytherin so they could stay with me," said Luna, exhaling. "It's about our choices. That's what make us who we are. But now I feel more like... me. Choosing to follow my dreams. Choosing you," she added, nudging Simon with her shoulder.

There was a long beat of silence after Luna's admission, before she suggested they light up and get to work on altering her terrifying work. Her stomach dropped to her toes as Simon placed the canvas back on the easel. Luna had to take a deep drink from her glass, polishing off her wine and pouring herself some more before she was ready to face it. "I'm in a much better place than I was," Luna admitted. "I think if I had a vision... it would be happy. I never realised it before, but my own feelings really do guide my visions. Usually when I'm unsure or conflicted... that's when I'll see something nasty." Luna turned from the canvas to her boyfriend. "But I've never been so sure of anything else in my life."

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"Well, it would seem like a good idea at the time to keep the three of you together since that was thought to be best for your abilities. But also, I could imagine that feeling very suffocating while trying to make an identity for yourself."simon felt a pinch at his gut at the thought of his twin. He'd do anything to be able to hug his sister again and play quidditch with her."Can't really blame them for wanting to spend time with you, since you're the coolest sister. Truly a Slytherin through and through." he added with a solid nod. Simon had affiliated himself with enough Slytherins in his Hogwarts career to know. Her words were ringing in his ears. She had chosen him. And force in his life, he wasn't thinking twice about it. This was something he knew. His heart knew how badly he yearned to be with Luna. "I'm glad you're feeling happy with the person you're becoming because I think you're fucking incredible." Simon told her as he smiled down at her, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world as he basked in the feeling of her love."Thank you for choosing me, and for giving me another chance." 

His head tilted to the side thoughtfully, "What does a 'happy vision' look like?” he asked her in a curious tone, the corner of his lips quirking into a smile at the thought as he caressed the side of her face and planting a kiss on her temple, ”I hope it’s how I picture it…something along the lines of you laying in a field of flowers blissfully smiling and laughing..” he described, laughing as he walked over to the coffee table to retrieve a joint from the tin where he kept his joints he rolled earlier in the day.

Simon popped open the tin, plopping the joint on his lip and lighting it with a flick of the wrist. He took a hearty inhale, trapping the herbal goodness deep into his diaphragm. He licked his bottom lip before extending the smokey joint toward Luna with a mischievous smile. "Toke til ya choke, mate." he chirped as he passed it,"Or, babe.." he exhaled the smoke as he corrected himself with a proud smile.

He watched her carefully, secretly preparing for something weird to happen, but either way, he was happy that Luna was willing to partake again. Simon would do whatever he could to make sure she stayed comfortable and had a good experience.

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Luna sensed rather than saw the sorrow that shot through Simon as she spoke of her sisters, and Luna reminded herself that he was still dealing with the tragedy of losing his twin. She grimaced, twisting her hands together. "Sorry..." she mumbled, as if that could remedy something that could never be fixed. She gave Simon a look before laughing. "Oh yeah, remember that time I chucked a quaffle at your face? And all the horrible insults I threw at you? Those made me cooler for sure," said Luna sarcastically, but she was grinning all the same.

Tilting her head, Luna reached out to touch the smooth alabaster of Simon's face. "I won't stop choosing you. Every day, I will wake up and choose the same," she murmured, her hand dropping once more to her side. Her smile was faint but her intention was clear - for her, it was Simon. Contented with her explanation, Luna appraised the offensive piece. she wrinkled her nose at the crimson splash of colour that marred an otherwise promising painting. Her suggestion as to dabbling in their more creative sides surprised even Luna - gone was the straight laced, focused girl. In her stead was someone nearly unrecognisable - but infinitely happier.

Luna's gaze fixated on the rounding of Simon's lips as he lifted the joint to his mouth, inhaling deeply. She was stuck by the urge to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin underneath the pads of her fingers. She stifled this particular desire, turning her intense gaze instead to the little burning roll of paper in her hand. She was so focused, she hardly even noticed Simon's fumble. ordinarily, she would have called him out on it, but Luna was far too deep into her journey of self discovery. She placed the joint between her lips an inhaled, holding her breath for a moment before exhaling in one slow motion. Almost at once, her eyes felt heavy. She took another hit before passing the joint back to Simon.

In an instant, Luna moulded her body flush with Simon's, her arm snaking around his waist, her nose pressing into his neck, her lips along the column of his throat. She was reminded of the night in her Belfast flat, when he had taken her blood. It had deepened their connection, forging something unmalleable and pure. Though they had tasted one anothers bodies many times since then, Luna had never shared her blood with Simon since. "You drank from me," said Luna, her voice a low hum against his skin. "You always had the power to hurt me, but you make me even more alive."

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As Luna apologized, Simon offered her a gentle smile and squeezed her hand to assure her it was okay. He hated that she could notice any hint of change on his face or in his voice, but that showed how well she truly knew him. The last thing he wanted from her was an apology, or pity. He knew where Luna’s heart was and he wanted her to share about her sisters and everything about her life. Bobbing his head into a nod, he couldn't help but agree about the horrible insults and assaulting his face with a quaffle though. All for the sake of a snog in the not so distant past...

Luna’s fluffy words hit his heart like a love freight train. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to talk about feelings with someone who reciprocated them. Simon felt secure for the first time in his life, knowing that Luna would protect his heart and keep his deepest secrets. This was different. Simon had felt deep feelings for Jessie and Claudia, but this was deeper. There were no love games. Luna had opened some deep, emotional, floodgates.  His gaze matched hers, ”I’ve never been so sure of something in my entire life.” he told her as she took the joint from his fingers.

Simon watched as Luna hit the joint not once, but twice, before passing it back to him. He smiled at her proudly, eyes sparkling with stoney adoration. The smoke danced through the air as the final remnants of sunlight streamed through the curtains.

They swayed back and forth peacefully, sharing a peaceful silence, arms tangled around each other. Luna nuzzled his neck as she reminisced about the time she allowed him to drink from her. His fingers ran though her silk tresses, caressing the side of her face as a soft laugh slipped from his lips. Simons mouth watered at the thought of drinking from her again. His hand ran aimlessly down her back, enjoying the feeling of her soft, warm skin under his finger tips that dared to sneak under the hoodie. ”Yes, and you tasted heavenly...” he chuckled at the sentiment as he exhaled another cloud of smoke, blowing it away from her. She made the comment that he always had the power to hurt her but he didn't. His fingers searched for hers to lace, ”I promise to make you feel beautiful every day and comfortable knowing your heart is safe with me. I’ve wasted too much time being an idiot and fighting how I feel about you. I just-I want to love you, deeply, and unconditionally.” he assured her, prepared to keep his promise.


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The unlikely pair were sickening in their undying adoration for one another, but for once, Luna could not care less. She felt like she was on top of the world, that she could yell from the mountain tops about her love for Simon. The only two people in the world who needed to hear it were in this room. Her eyes shone with that same fondness even as they moved towards the easel to appraise the portrait she had painted. It set her on edge, and made her nervous. Perhaps what Simon had so fondly dubbed the devil's lettuce would help her face this fear. After all, she'd been brave lots today.

Luna took two tokes, only choking out a single, sputtering cough after the second one before passing it to Simon. Her eyes felt heavy but it was not unpleasant. Instead, her body felt more like a live wire, and it needed a spark. One, Luna was certain, that Simon would only be too happy to oblige. She recalled aloud the moment when Simon had drank her blood, from when she had sliced her hand open. She remembered the sensations that roared through her body, prickling pleasure in every nerve. "Do you want to do it again?" asked Luna, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn't move to look up at him - only if to hide the trepidation in her eyes. Not about Simon drinking from her, no. But that he would refuse her as he had before.

"I trust you." The truth sprang readily to her lips, even if Luna was surprised by it. "Completely." There was nothing more to be said on the matter, and Luna sealed the promise with a languid kiss, their minds and bodies working slowly under the influence of the still smoking joint. "I love you," she murmured, her hands roaming the planes of his strong back.

It was a long time that they stood there, simply lost in one another. Luna didn't know how long, and she wasn't bothered. They had all the time in the world. But the laws of nature crept up upon the young blonde, and she disentangled herself from her lovers embrace. "I need a wee..." she whispered, biting her lip as she stifled a giggle. Luna dropped a quick kiss on Simon's face before scuttling off to the loo where she could relieve herself.

Some minutes later, Luna stood with her arms crossed in front of the painting. She'd taken another hit, and the smoke from the joint was curling lazily through the air. "I don't see how we can fix this," she admitted at last, glancing at Simon. "Is there a way to make the red less... red? Or shall I make it a red herring?" asked Luna, her tone dripping with her usual sarcasm.

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Simon watched her carefully as she hit it again, smiling when she coughed a bit the second time. He was sure she'd be feeling it this time. Pizza would be a great 

Luna asked Simon if he'd like to drink from her again and he was took a hit of the joint again before responding, more to earn himself some time. Simon licked his lip as he flicked the ashy end into the tray. "Yeah, I do.." he nodded thoughtfully with a chuckle, not wanting to sound too eager. She captured his lips into a fervent kiss and he found himself lost in her touch all over again. Simons gaze fell on her as he looked down at her, freezing slightly on the heels of his feet as he noticed the look on her face. "You mean..right now?" he asked, a flicker of disbelief in his tone. Simon hated the hesitancy that oiled his tone...but luckily for him, she got up to wee. She left him standing in the middle of the room with the thought of drinking her blood swirling through his mind. Merlin, mentioning it made him feel like a bloody crackhead. Simon didn't think he had the craving that day until it was mentioned. Well, if it was an option...

Simon emptied the contents of his glass before filling it and turning toward Luna's glass and filling the empty space before she returned. They would be having a drunken celebration tonight. As Luna stood in front of the canvas, he joined her to give it a look over. "The red is kinda cool..I think it should stay. It tells a story." Simon chirped with a shrug, taking a gulp of wine as he gave it a look for a brain storm. Simon reached for a thicker brush and handed it to Luna, "How about you get a good blob of black paint on the tip of this brush and give it a good smear across the canvas," he offered a bit of gentle instruction, "It'll give it an 'abstract' vibe." Simon adjusted her hands grip around the the brush and dipped it generously in the paint. He shoved the brush in the paint again for good measure, "You don't gotta be shy about it just go for it.." he encouraged her sweetly, ghosting a swift gesture in the air to demonstrate.

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The sensation of Simon’s lips on her hand as he had drank her blood had been an intimate feeling. Luna craved it again, though had been hesitant about raising the topic. Simon had looked somewhat ashamed at himself after the last time, though she knew it was only on impulse. This time, she was inviting him, offering herself to him in a way no one had ever done before. Luna kissed him, silently praying that her lips would be convincing enough. If her blood was like a drug to Simon, his mouth was her fix, her own tantric connection to him. There was a moment of tension when unease flickered on Simon’s face, but Luna broke the silence when she announced that she needed the loo.

Upon her return, the tension sufficiently diffused, Luna brought the topic at hand back to the painting. She didn’t know what to do with it. The red stain frightened her, if only because she knew what had happened. She crossed her arms and tilted her head as she looked at the picture. She wanted to burn it, to forget it had ever existed. But that would be the cowards way out.

”Blob,” Luna echoed, fighting to keep a straight face. She slid a glance over at Simon, who looked gentle and completely serious. She swallowed, and looked back at the painting. Hesitantly, she picked up the brush and followed his recommendation, dipping the tip of the brush in black paint and swirling it gracefully - or as gracefully as a talentless wench such as herself could manage. She chuckled at his endearing support. She dabbed the brush into the paint again, swiping the black paint across the canvas. Frowning, Luna decided it was getting too dark. ”What goes well with red? Green will make it look like Christmas. What about orange? Maybe like… a sunset or something?” she mused, thinking aloud more than anything. Luna dropped the brush in a cup of water and sighed. ”I don’t know about beautiful, but it does look a bit better,” said Luna.

Suddenly, Luna was struck by inspiration. She lifted the brush from the cup, tapping off the excess liquid before dipping it in the orange paint. She surveyed the painting before turning and swiping her brush across the beautiful planes of Simon’s face. Merlin, he even looked handsome with a garish stripe of bright orange across his cheek. She grinned, a devilish look.

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As Luna followed Simons instructions, he watched intently as she examined the canvas. A flicker of inspiration shone across her pretty face as she dabbed the brush in paint, causing his smile to spread. Painting was an activity that made the half vampire feel more grounded than quidditch at times, there was no stress or competition to be the best. It was a form of meditation that eased his wild mind and he was happy to share the medium with Luna.

”Orange would blend well. Add a bit more to the brush for some texture.” he instructed her, guiding her hand to the palette to dip the brush more generously. His eyes were fixed on the canvas, searching for the best place to smear it as he felt the sensation of cold paint smeared across his face.

Simon froze, eyes widening with surprise, catching him off guard while consumed in his painting zone. His eyes narrowed on his girlfriend playfully, ”Oh, you’ve messed up now..” he threatened with a smile, trapping her into his strong arms. Simon reached out his thumb and smeared a blob of black paint across her cute little nose. Nodding with approval, ”And somehow you’re even more beautiful!” he chuckled with a satisfied smile as he appreciated his work. Almost looked like a dashing mustache.

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Luna glanced over her shoulder at Simon as she dipped her brush to clean it in water. But as Luna surveyed Simon's sharp features, the firm set of his jaw and the brightness in his eyes, something within her shifted. Once, she had thought Simon weak. For allowing himself to feel and to be hurt. For opening his heart to those who surrounded him. But Luna knew better now. Simon lived. Every moment, every second, he lived. With each tick of the clock, Simon grabbed what was given to him and turned it into something better. To hurt was to live, and what an adventure living was.

It was easy for her to reach out and drag the bristles across the face she so admired. The look of shock on Simon's face was worth it and more. Luna grinned mischievously, stifling a snicker as he unfroze after a moment. On light toes, she danced backwards, but there was hardly any room to move between herself and the canvas. Luna couldn't say she was upset when Simon's arms encircled her, effectively trapping her. "Nooooo," she crooned, and she tried in vain to turn her face in vain away from his black tipped fingers.

The temptation to touch her nose was too much - and Luna ended up spreading the black paint across half her mouth and her fingers. She added to the orange on Simon's face, drawing a tiny heart out of two finger prints. "The finest canvas I've seen," said Luna with a laugh. And then she was kissing Simon again, her painted hand tangling in his dark hair, drinking him in, like an addict getting their next fix. She thought she would never get enough of this - no, she knew it to be true. Even the months in the past that they had spent together, Luna had always craved more. "Simon," muttered Luna against his lips, her mouth curling into a smile. "These will be the best days of our lives."

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