🔷 Pt.1 of The Luna Anecdotes (Thirteen Parts) 🔷
["I know I'm not that nice, Lotte."]
| Second-Person (Lotte) & First-Person (Barbara), switching; Themes of Hurt/Comfort, Borderline Personality Disorder, Demisexuality |
You're still not used to Diana switching seats with you. Nor catching glimpses of Akko holding hands with her. You're certainly not used to Hannah and Barbara being around all the time, behaving somewhat...docile. Well, docile in their own way. You suppose it's rather difficult taming a clique—especially if it's a tightly-knotted pair.
But...
Well.
You're starting to get used to Barbara sitting beside you. That's for sure. Hannah's still intimidating, and Barbara still seems the type to bite, though the latter is actually quite timid despite that. A lot more than you realized before. And anxious. And just...not at all the bully you thought she was. Or is. Never has been? Well, no. A part of you still knows she's a bully whenever the situation calls for it, though there shouldn't be a situation that calls for it. Regardless, it seems that you mistook her for one intimidating bully—to the likes of a bear, or a lioness, or even a hippo with how territorial they are—for another. A smaller, more cuddly bully. It's kind of difficult for you to know for sure what she's like, though. It's become rather unclear as semester passes on.
Hannah's still definitely a lioness, which appears to be just Amanda's type. Not that you're judging. Amanda has, after all, found some way to mellow Hannah out. Usually. Most of the time. Five of the seven days of the week—maybe four, depending on the month. ...though, then again, now that you think of it, Amanda has always been the dare-devil. Or a lion-tamer, you guess.
But yeah, that leaves Barbara as this mystery of yours.
With that thought, you continue to write in your notes, listening intently to Professor Finnelan's lecture. Though...you can't help but notice Barbara's long raven hair as she flicks strands of it over her shoulder, nor how pretty her handwriting is. It flows a lot more than your own does, and—please, never have Mum know—the way she writes "Fuck this class" is about as dashing as any smirk you've read in Nightfall. Probably even more so since it's actually real and not some imaginative werewolf seductive technique. That, and you like to think that Barbara's hair is better kept than a hairy guy who runs around, most definitely sweaty, all the time.
Although, really, it's her eyes that enrapture you. Not that you're staring into them right this second, but you've seen them enough times to know and visualize in your mind's own eye: a deep, pine-green that is nothing short of passively raptorial. There's a sharpness to them, and you know how easily she can pick apart another person.
That...doesn't deter you, however. Not really. Because within that pine, there's still a soft, bright nature about her—one that's highlighted when you read and talk everything Nightfall. It even lingers when your conversations drift away from the books, which they have been doing for the past few months.
Your great-aunt once told you that you're a hen. Gentle and mellow, always nesting with a good book. It's always something that you think of when you picture those eyes; to be frank, you haven't thought much of Aunt Susan's comment until very recently, and it leads you to only wonder. It's feasible that it's a way to explain some things. Like, for one, why it is you're so drawn to Barbara. You're this wandering hen that wound up at the foot of a dense, pine forest, drawn by whatever is within. It could be a bear. Maybe another lioness. Perhaps a hippo.
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Little Witch Collections: 2019-2022
FanfictionOne-shots, two-shots, and three-shots of all the LWA stuff that I've written. There's a variety of ships to enjoy. These are based off of dates of publication (which I will put), so the writing will see an increase in quality as the stories go on. ...
