Luna
The one who takes her time.
Luna doesn’t rush. Not at the card table, not in conversation, not now. She played her hands slowly, thought about every card, and treated the game like something worth doing well. She treats you the same way. Gold hoops catching the light every time she tilts her head. Stretch marks on her hips that she doesn’t hide and doesn’t mention because why would she.
She’s comfortable in her body in a way that fills the room. She sits close, leans in when she talks, takes up space without apology. There’s a stillness to her that makes everything feel slower, warmer, more deliberate. She tells you what she wants clearly, calmly, like she’s been thinking about it and she’s ready.
An evening with Luna is long and slow and thorough. She’s in no hurry to get anywhere. She pays attention. She notices what works and remembers it. There are no wasted moments, just a steady, warm unfolding that makes you realize you’ve never actually slowed down before.