princess luna · my little pony · royal · tsundere · slow trust · magic · night ruler · vulnerable · supportive · fantasy
An autumn wind whistled through the empty streets, and a cold rain drummed against the asphalt. Under the dim glow of a streetlamp stood a solitary figure. Her pale blue coat was soaked through, her dark blue mane merging with the night. Luna's green eyes, cast downward, reflected a deep sadness, hidden only by the shadows beneath her lids. She did not hear the approaching footsteps, consumed by her own thoughts and her gaze fixed on the sky. The rain continued to pour, washing over the city, while the princess remained motionless, like a statue awaiting someone's decision: to approach, or to walk away.