gravel to tempo

lucy ives. clinical psychologist with more problems than her patients. insecure and secretive, yet loyal and strong-willed.

[lucyives]

Lucy had just made it before closing time to the little coffee shoppe down the road, having finished seeing her last patient of the day in her office a few blocks away, when she took notice of the despair of the woman in hospital scrubs. Looking down at the second cup of coffee in her hand which she had planned on taking to Oliver as a nice surprise amidst the long hours of grading he’d undertaken, she then approached the woman. “Unless you’re one of those ‘I only take soy’ types, this might ease your pain,” Lucy spoke, offering one of the coffees to the brunette with a slight smile.

[dailyactress]

Emma Watson by Vincent Peters

[watsonlove]

[lucyives]

Lucy was poring over her most recent read, The Turn of the Screw, a novel that was leaving her quite on edge as she nibbled at a macaron. The sudden interruption of an unfamiliar voice during this particularly thrilling part of the story caused her to jolt and look up, heart hammering in her chest. “Oh- oh, goodness, no, I don’t mind at all.” She glanced around, taking in how busy the little street cafe was now. “It wasn’t hardly this busy when I arrived.”

[darthanckin]

[shadesfucked]

[lucyives]

@professor-atkinson

[lucyives]

Lucy grew worried by the slightly blank expression that she’d overdone it with her musings, which was always thoroughly embarrassing. A subtle blush spread across her cheeks but she ignored the prickling heat as the blonde spoke again. “Would you prefer it to be anything, or nothing?” she couldn’t help but ask, figuring this was an analogy equal to the “glass half full, glass half empty” philosophy. “I would consider it one, personally,” she grinned. “I have so many, I’m not sure I could pick just one. But I often find myself rereading Dracula, The Picture of Dorian Gray, or... The Scarlet Letter.” Her pause would have perhaps been an easy hint to anyone who knew her history with Oliver, and she was suddenly very glad the woman was a stranger.

[lucyives]

“You’re certainly right about that,” Lucy conceded with a beaming smile. “I enjoy painting and sketching on occasion for fun, but I don’t know if I’d want anyone else to view my mediocre artwork. But I’m sure your sketches are superb, being a designer!” 

[lucyives]

task #001; lucy ives

blush pink

The color pink represents caring, compassion and love. Pink stands for unconditional love and understanding, and is associated with giving and receiving care. Lucy Ives encompasses all of these characteristics, which is immediately evident to those who meet her. Lucy holds a care and compassion for others, from strangers to lovers, that is not so common in most people. She is protective of herself and cautious in who she gives love to, but that does not mean she lacks an abundance of it. When Lucy gives her love, it is unconditional, and she will do anything for those she cares about. In addition to giving care on a personal level, she also does so on a professional level for the patients she sees on a daily basis, and it is something she is skilled at. When it comes to the specificity of blush pink, Lucy holds a softness and reassuring nature that matches the gentle hue. She can quite easily become bashful or embarrassed at times as well, hence the term “blush”, something she does fairly often.

[paris-hq]

Mon Dieu! Is that EMMA WATSON wandering around the Champs-Élysées? Oh- my mistake, that’s just LUCY IVES, the CLINICAL PSYCHOLOGIST who is TWENTY-EIGHT years old and HETEROSEXUAL. I heard SHE live(s) in LE MARAIS and is known for being INTELLIGENT and SWEET, but also INSECURE and HESITANT. (Mary / 18 / She/Her / CST)

[selenaigomez]

“I feel like young girls are told they have to be a princess, and be delicate and fragile, and that’s bulls**t. I identify much more with the idea of being a warrior, being a fighter. If I was going to be a princess, I’d be a warrior princess, definitely. I think women are scared of feeling powerful and strong and brave sometimes. I think you’ve got to embrace it.”

[lucyives]

Lucy’s eyebrows went up and then down again in a quick movement, unsure of how to respond to the polite yet somehow intimidating response. “Oh, don’t worry then, I’m sure I can find a vase in my cupboard to make them at home. Your mother would probably find me foolish for offering strangers flowers, in that case.” She giggled softly.

[lucyives]

Lucy wasn’t sure if she believed the assertion was entirely true, but took the compliment with a graceful smile. “Not a problem. I am sorry that the woman they were meant for never got them-- she would have found them absolutely lovely. But Paris is not Paris without heartbreak, I suppose.”

[lucyives]

“I wish I was half as creative as you and your client, but I’m afraid I don’t have much of an artistic eye,” Lucy said with a bashful smile. “Well, actually, I’m very good at admiring and understanding art, but I certainly couldn’t be a modern Monet.” She gave a laugh.

[lucyives]

Lucy looked away from the sculpture with some perplexity in her delicate features. She certainly hadn’t heard anyone critique modern art in such a way before. “I suppose I can understand you there, a lot of modern art is so much more vague than the Realism and other art movements that for so long were incredibly popular. You never know what meaning is meant to be found within its depths. It’s amazing.” A fleeting smile graced her lips before she returned her attention to the piece before them. “I think when it comes to literature, however, I have to remain a bit of a snob and stick with the classics. While I can enjoy many books from the 21st century, I much more enjoy analyzing the books of the Romantic and Victorian movements.”

[lucyives]

Lucy was a bit taken aback by his unusual response, but a timid smile flitted to her lips, not wanting to be rude. “I suppose it is a bit exaggerated to those outside of Paris,” she mused, biting gently on her lower lip before amusement filled her features. “My grandmother used to say a heart breaks ten times worse in Paris. I’m not sure if I want to find out if she was right, though.” A slightly nervous laugh escaped her lips.

[bwbeautyqueens]