lunxlovely:

Their house is halfway between the city and the middle of nowhere, for Ginny needed people and Luna needed space. It is small, with shells pressed into it’s clay walls. Luna spent too much time in Fluer and Bill’s seaside house not to find it a comfort.

 The inside is full of pale yellows, Ginny is far to addicted to the sight of Luna’s hair not to have it everywhere in sight. The furniture is in shades of purple, for that’s what Luna sees when Ginny laughs. 

Their couch is wine colored, and squashy from too many nights spent laying close, indulging in wandering hands. Luna sits there while Ginny sleeps, straddling her back and puzzling over her freckled skin. She uses the skin as a canvas, whether or not her girlfriend likes it. She paint’s oceans and stars and thestrals, for Ginny should be as beautiful on the outside as she is within. 

Not that Ginny isn’t beautiful, she’s just hard edges with a soft inside. An inside that Luna forever wishes the rest of the world could see as well as she does.