all i want, luna

[noah benjamin winters]

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waiting a lifetime for your touch

The shopping strip wasn't really a place one would usually find Noah Winters. Although he tried to take care of his appearance in most aspects, he wasn't the kind of person to be solely focused on looks, and what he wore. But today wasn't about that anyway. Having received this months pay slip, Noah had decided to head straight down to the stores in order to purchase something for his younger sister. He hadn't earned much, not really, considering his job as a bartender really didn't pay all that well- but he had enough to pay for his rent, and the months necessities, with a little aside to get something else too. He didn't have need for anything really, and so the best option was to get something for his sister instead. It wasn't as though they had much, and anything he could do to make her pleased- well, he was only too happy to oblige. He'd always been a big family guy, and he knew his parents couldn't afford to give them the things that they wanted, but didn't need. It was nice for him to be able to treat his sister for once, and if he was honest, there was nothing he wanted to do with his money more than that.

Not that he had any idea what to get her, of course. Growing up in a household of women should have made him far more fashion wise, considering the circumstances, but unfortunately he still had no clue about that sort of thing. He at least knew her size, and that was the most important part- hopefully he could just pick up the first 'pretty' thing he saw, and that'd be alright for her. He knew she'd appreciate anything he got her anyway, whether she actually liked it or not, and the thought made him smile as he crossed the busy road, heading to the row of shops across the street. They were far more up-market than the places he usually frequented, and would probably cost more than he could really afford- but he had money burning a hole in his pocket, and he knew his sister would glow at the very idea of having something so fashionable in her possession.

He darted into the first shop he came across, hoping it wouldn't take too long for him to find something suitable, and hardly taking one glance at the name. He panicked for a moment, seeing only pink, before swallowing and shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his trousers. Regardless of the fact that he had no idea about girls fashion, he was determined to find something in amongst all the colourful clothes, something that would suit the person he was purchasing the item for. Running a hand through his hair, Noah began to rifle through a promising rack of dresses, chewing his lip in concentration. He definitely wasn't cut out for this sort of thing.

tag; lucy
words; four nine four
notes; sorry this is quite bad, I'm not awesome at starters!~

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[luna maeve leto]

YOU FOUND ME WHERE NO ONE ELSE WAS LOOKING

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[noah benjamin winters]

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waiting a lifetime for your touch

It wasn't long before Noah realised he was pretty out of his depth when it came to this sort of thing. Shopping? He'd much rather be at home, reading a book, thank you very much. But he had a mission here, and he wasn't going to give up just because he couldn't tell the difference between a shirt and a dress (because if that thing was a dress it was very short, and if it was a shirt it was very long, and really, how could one item of clothing be so confusing?). He tried to appease himself with the realisation that his sister really would appreciate anything he gave her- and he knew she'd understand that he'd put a little effort into it at least. He wasn't known for going gallivanting around the city into stores with foreign sounding names and extravagant price tags. But maybe this could be a learning experience of some kind... he wasn't exactly aware of what he was going to learn, but if he looked at it that way he felt much more at ease glancing around at the clothes.

There were so many colours, too. Blues and reds and lilacs and greens, and practically every other colour under the rainbow. Noah was guilty of just throwing on whatever he could find floating around in his wardrobe, without really considering whether it looked good or not. Fashion wasn't really important to him, but he knew his sisters were always ranting about the latest trends, and who was wearing what, and although he tended to stay away from those conversations, he was happy to fuel their passion by giving them things that they'd never be able to own otherwise. His parents definitely couldn't afford it that was for sure, and he wanted to give something back to them- despite the lack of funds, they'd somehow managed to keep providing for him when he'd first moved out, and helped him to get back up on his feet before he had secured the job at the bar. It wasn't the greatest career choice, that was certain- but it paid the bills, and it wasn't too time consuming, allowing him to focus on his writing as well.

He was pretty much wrapped in his own mind as his fingertips skimmed across the top of a fluttery purple dress, made of some material he couldn't pretend to know the name of- it wasn't really a shock when he bumped into someone, and he jumped back automatically, just about registering the girl apologise. He couldn't very well let her take the blame for something that was just as much his fault, and he was quick to right that. "No, no- I'm sorry, I should have been looking-" he paused then, noticing the large amount of paper floating across the floor, and he winced, dropping to his knees hurriedly. "God, sorry, let me get those for you..." it was bad enough knocking into a person, but having the drop what was undoubtedly work related papers was something to feel somewhat guilty about. He was quick to gather them up into his arms, trying to get them out of their state of disarray and he held them out to the girl. "Sorry." he laughed sheepishly, rubbing his head in an awkward manner. "I hope they weren't in a specific order?"

tag; lucy
words; five seven zero
notes; it's great!

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[luna maeve leto]

YOU FOUND ME WHERE NO ONE ELSE WAS LOOKING

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 250px; height: 290px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%; overflow: auto] Some days Luna genuinely regretted choosing a career in fashion. Aside from it being one of the most frustrating and generally stressful industries to work in, her whole life revolved around it. Her work always found a way to follow her home. Even when she had the equivalent of a night off, it would creep up on her somehow. She would have to help somebody pick out an outfit for a party it something wolf occur out of the blue like a delay in a fabric shipment. Without a doubt fashion was what she knew best, but it often felt like the only thing she knew. She had been to high school, obviously, and she hadn't done too badly - but in her mind, she had no other special skills or talents. She couldn't play an instrument or speak fluently in another language (just enough to get through an extremely basic business call without a translator and to order food in a handful of countries). Less than a week before he died, Luna's father had promised to teach her how to play the glossy black piano that still resided in the living room of her mother's house. Her step-father had once reached out to touch a single key and it had taken every once of strength in her body not to run over and tackle him to the ground. It would hr difficult to see this at first glance, however. Head up, shoulders back, (almost) always well presented. Nobody knew about the sad, insecure side of Luna Leto. She didn't want people to know about the sad, insecure side of herself; afraid that they would slowly map out all of the chinks in her armor and use them to bring her down. It also filled her to the brim with guilt. Every day, she lived the life that most girls could only dream of. She had everything and more but she was still unhappy with her life. The poor little rich girl act never got any pity, not that she would have accepted any of it anyway. Luna had grown too independent for her own good, on the verge of cutting herself off from everybody, as if this would magically solve all of her problems in one foul swoop. What she needed to realize was that this was that the real answer she was so desperately searching for was quite the opposite to what she thought. Hopefully, her attempts of reconciling with her mother and step-father would be some step in the right direction, although neither party had put any effort into it yet. At least she had a temporary distraction as she sent herself on a hunt for something to wear to the event that night. Her work was inescapable, no matter how it disguised itself. The store was beginning to fill up a little, making it difficult for Luna to manoeuvre herself in-between the people and various racks of clothes. As soon as a dress on the other side of the store grabbed her attention, it was inevitable that she would end up walking into someone soon. This didn't stop it taking her by total surprise when she smacked into somebody. She had never really understood the metaphor of 'wanting the ground to swallow them whole' until that moment. It was a more literal feeling than she had expected. It only rubbed salt into her wounds as her many sheets of paper escaped from her bag and floated to the floor like large, very important snowflakes. Her ears picked up on a male voice claiming the blame for the situation, which she considered a little strange considering the content of the store, but passed no judgement. The girl was yet to have a single cup of coffee that morning and the lack lack of caffeine meant that she had barely even bent down before the guy had already gathered up the papers. She picked up a couple that had landed by her feet, feeling foolish as she added them to the pile and took it from him. She gave a small smile, defeated as she tried to work out how the papers would fit into her bag to prevent this situation from happening again later. "You really didn't have to do that, they were my papers and it was my fault." She didn't want him thinking he had caused it when she knew she was to blame. Raising a hand to rub her forehead, she shook her head when he apologised to her again. "I'm sorry, you were an innocent victim." A feeble smile managed its way across her face as she tried to reassure him, combined with a hint of a chuckle in her voice to try and find the humor in this mishap. At the mention of the order of the papers, she winced slightly. It was something she hadn't even considered and felt it was too early to think about. They probably would have been jumbled up anyway due to the speed people handed them all to her. "Even if they were, I'll work it out eventually. Don't worry." Apparently nobody knew what a stapler was in this industry. for: noah/laura words: no idea outfit: something like this notes: I typed this up on my phone so excuse any funky spelling mistakes caused by the auto-correct! [/style]

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