[ They've spent little time apart since their reunion in Arcadia. In some ways, it's almost like being back at school in Deerington — Peter looming behind her in corridors, silent and solemn and trailing after her. But it's been different, too — she's noticed. He trails behind her less, quick to take her hand or arm and keep at her side — less like a shadow and more like... something else. Some strange reflection, as if she stood with her hand pressed against a mirror — existing in tandem.
Luna... likes this. There's a great deal of comfort in his presence at her side; it makes the void of his absence for so many weeks seem more of a distant memory. There's a feeling of continuation that means she isn't looking back, she isn't thinking about how difficult the start of the year has been — letting her push forward. And mostly, she just feels a whole lot less lonely.
It's been a successful day's scavenging, picking through abandoned apartments and shops of Rapture. Difficult work, considering the dangers here — keeping hidden and low to avoid any of the strange machines and monstrous people who inhabit this place. And with that — the need for breaks every so often. The brunt of illness that came following her death may have eased — but there's a constant exhaustion that hangs onto her. Luna feels weary, aches terribly — and while she'd explained it to her companion as the slow recovery of some vague illness following the sinking, she never seems to look as if she's getting better. It's etched into skin, pale and sickly — dark circles under her eyes and still somewhat feverish. She's able, but it's slow-going most days, limited in what she can do.
On the floor of the refuge Peter shares with Ben, they lay out their finds of the day: tinned goods, mostly. A few other dried good items of food, a little water and rudimentary medical supplies. Luna kneels on the floor, too tired to stand for now, sharing out the items between them into equal-sized piles. She'll take her share back to Newt and Theseus, their apartment a little further on from where Peter's staying.
With an accomplished smile, quietly pleased by their efforts, she sits back — her hands resting on her knees. She looks across to Peter, still smiling and nods. ]
Quite a good haul, I think. Oh, and— [ Luna turns and pulls out a small circular tin from a side pocket on her bag. She places it down at Peter's pile — it's half-full with earl grey tea. Sadly not full, but they'll take what they can get, in all honesty. And if anything, it's a small luxury within the limited resources and scarce food down here in this place. ] give this to Ben, he'll appreciate it. I'll even let you take the credit for it.
[ She might have been the one who found it, but she doesn't mind. She's happy for Peter to take credit for it when Ben comes back.
Luna goes quiet for a short while, just looking at their finds — not moving. She's... tired, though. Even with breaks, and as nice as it is to be with Peter, she just wants to get back — get some sleep. If she can manage that, that is. Despite the bone-deep exhaustion she feels, she can't seem to manage it with sleep. Sometimes she sleeps too much, sometimes too little — lies awake for hours on end amongst the artificial lights of Rapture. Even in the dead of night, the ocean outside is lit up with a constant blue gloom — it's hard to tell when it's night or day without their Fluids to hand.
But it's evening now, and even if it's probably too early to go to bed — she wants nothing more than to curl up and at least try to sleep for a while in hope of easing how she feels. Slowly, she leans forward again and starts to pack up her share of items, tucking them neatly in her bag. ]
I— should go. Head back. [ Newt and Theseus already know she's here — she'd let them know with a text that they'd at least made it back to here since it's on the way. That it's a safe place — and she's been making sure they know where she is, all things considering for them. ] I'm— I'm quite tired now.
— rapture
Luna... likes this. There's a great deal of comfort in his presence at her side; it makes the void of his absence for so many weeks seem more of a distant memory. There's a feeling of continuation that means she isn't looking back, she isn't thinking about how difficult the start of the year has been — letting her push forward. And mostly, she just feels a whole lot less lonely.
It's been a successful day's scavenging, picking through abandoned apartments and shops of Rapture. Difficult work, considering the dangers here — keeping hidden and low to avoid any of the strange machines and monstrous people who inhabit this place. And with that — the need for breaks every so often. The brunt of illness that came following her death may have eased — but there's a constant exhaustion that hangs onto her. Luna feels weary, aches terribly — and while she'd explained it to her companion as the slow recovery of some vague illness following the sinking, she never seems to look as if she's getting better. It's etched into skin, pale and sickly — dark circles under her eyes and still somewhat feverish. She's able, but it's slow-going most days, limited in what she can do.
On the floor of the refuge Peter shares with Ben, they lay out their finds of the day: tinned goods, mostly. A few other dried good items of food, a little water and rudimentary medical supplies. Luna kneels on the floor, too tired to stand for now, sharing out the items between them into equal-sized piles. She'll take her share back to Newt and Theseus, their apartment a little further on from where Peter's staying.
With an accomplished smile, quietly pleased by their efforts, she sits back — her hands resting on her knees. She looks across to Peter, still smiling and nods. ]
Quite a good haul, I think. Oh, and— [ Luna turns and pulls out a small circular tin from a side pocket on her bag. She places it down at Peter's pile — it's half-full with earl grey tea. Sadly not full, but they'll take what they can get, in all honesty. And if anything, it's a small luxury within the limited resources and scarce food down here in this place. ] give this to Ben, he'll appreciate it. I'll even let you take the credit for it.
[ She might have been the one who found it, but she doesn't mind. She's happy for Peter to take credit for it when Ben comes back.
Luna goes quiet for a short while, just looking at their finds — not moving. She's... tired, though. Even with breaks, and as nice as it is to be with Peter, she just wants to get back — get some sleep. If she can manage that, that is. Despite the bone-deep exhaustion she feels, she can't seem to manage it with sleep. Sometimes she sleeps too much, sometimes too little — lies awake for hours on end amongst the artificial lights of Rapture. Even in the dead of night, the ocean outside is lit up with a constant blue gloom — it's hard to tell when it's night or day without their Fluids to hand.
But it's evening now, and even if it's probably too early to go to bed — she wants nothing more than to curl up and at least try to sleep for a while in hope of easing how she feels. Slowly, she leans forward again and starts to pack up her share of items, tucking them neatly in her bag. ]
I— should go. Head back. [ Newt and Theseus already know she's here — she'd let them know with a text that they'd at least made it back to here since it's on the way. That it's a safe place — and she's been making sure they know where she is, all things considering for them. ] I'm— I'm quite tired now.