A/N: Written for FemFeb this year. Yet another new ship for me, though I broke my streak with the last one. I'm pretty cool on this ship but may write a fluffy reunion followup to this... Will have to see.

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Padma was as guilty as anyone of tuning out the things Luna said, even when they would sit together with what little time they could steal back, curled together on a windowsill in Padma's room to watch the sunset together.

Luna would rest her chin on Padma's shoulder and point out nonsense shapes in the clouds- and it wasn't that Padma didn't listen, honestly. It was just that she listened to Luna's voice, the dreamy lilt that sounded like peacetime and warmth, instead of the words it formed.

She regrets it now, sitting and staring into the sky alone as the evening chill seeps into all the places that should be wrapped in Luna's embrace. She tries to conjure Luna's voice from memory but her absence is too loud. So instead she looks out at the clouds, red streaking through the sky like an open wound, and tries to see.