A warning, this is very short, and it doesen't really make a lot of sense, either. But it's something? I guess. Uni's kicking my arse and I have no inspiration left... But yeah, Luna is a nice perspective to write from. :)

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When Luna wakes up there's little sun filtering through her thin curtains. There's a growling in the air like a disgruntled god and her skin is alive with the buzz of rain. She doesn't crawl out from under her blankets the second she's aware of her limbs like she usually would – moments like this one are a rare gift to be treasured. She lays there for what feels like eternity, her every blink a shutter click, a click captures the world around her and reduces it to a comprehensible facet of what is really there. Click. Click, and the world is still there, but maybe she isn't. Or is it the other way around?

Her eyes close and it feels a little like sinking into a pool of warm water. She's gone, but only for a second, before her mind reminds itself that it exists, and her eyes open again. She's barely awake, and neither is the sky outside. She can't see it, of course, but it's the kind of thing you feel in your bones. And Luna's bones are heavy, they way her down and keep her safe out of sight of the storm overhead.

Her muscles hum along with the thunder. Run, it growls. It's a warning she never has liked to heed. If you bend, they've got you. If you admit you are powerless, you are. Because the heavy clouds, and the scorned gods, and the steady rains, you cannot hope to sway them but by taking them on headfirst.

How would they ever respect you if you yielded? In front of the gods you are only as powerful as you profess you are. Click.

She falls back asleep.