of blossoms and stone

Lucy Meadowes. 26. Nomad. Hacker. W i t c h . This is not the end of me. This is the beginning.

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zhao-daisy:

Daisy hadn’t expected the island to be like this, so confusing and troubling. Still she got to the place, and she was going to see May - Lucy. She went by Lucy now. 

She wanted just to tell her that she was her mother, but she didn’t know how to. It hurt - but she’d just be the tutor. She could do that. She really could. However suddenly something rammed into her - someone more accurately. Then she was being pulled by a smaller figure.

When she heard her voice her heart skipped a beat which allowed May to push her into the closet. Still she stayed quiet mostly out of shock. 

Her daughter was right in front of her and Daisy didn’t know what to do. 

“Miss Meadowes I take it?” She said softly trying to confirm. 

Lucy was so engrossed with the world past the door, her usually playful grin firm on her lips as she waited, half in love with the anxiety in the game she’d begun. But as the woman spoke, all of it fell away, her blood going cold for a moment as she turned to face the woman who, with her luck, would be her tutor. 

“Tutor? Well I’ll have you know--” Lucy began, ready to argue her stance until her eyes met the woman’s, voice falling to nothing as a wave of familiarity hit her. What had Kai said her name was? She was grasping for it, and Lucy wondered if she’d even been told at all. Still, there was no way she could have known the woman. She remembered every foster family she’d ever had and Lucy never stayed long to form relationships. If she’d known this woman, she would have remembered. She’d have to. 

But she still couldn’t shake it, the way something deep inside her pulled to the woman like a moth to flame. 

“Lucy. It’s Lucy.” 

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A tutor. That’s actually what they’d told her. She was getting a tutor. They might as well have just thrown her in anger management classes, honestly. Had they really expected her to show? Instead, Lucy found herself strolling around Lazarus, careful to stay unseen from the security guards put on the prowl for her. 

There was only so long she could go, though, before she caught someone’s eye and once she heard the voices heading her way, Luce took off, fighting past a group of guards and around the hall until he feet were moving so fast she was certain she was flying. And then thud, she hit a brick wall. Or rather, a person who seemed equally shocked. 

“Sorry! Sorry! Can you just -- oh God, alright, just shove in here.” She ordered, head turned back to eye the sound of approaching footsteps as she blindly pushed the woman into a nearby closet, following after her. “Alright, okay, just stay seriously quiet and I’ll give you anything you want, okay? Just nothin’ freaky.” Lucy finished, crouching in the dark closet as she watched the light under the door, noting the shadows passing them.

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frances-delcour:

“No, no, no — are you nuts? I saw you switch cards, connard, you—”

She turned to the person near her, seeking their attention, then back at the magician or whatever they were. “ It’s a cheat. I know one when I see one. Give me my twenty bucks back and nobody leaves with a black eye, yeah?”

Luce laughed, leaning back in her seat with a playful grin as she watched the woman interact with the con artist. She was right, he had cheated,  “I admire the fighting spirit,” Lucy chirped in, turning her gaze to the con artist, “Because that’s what it is. A fighting spirit and I’ve got one too -- sooo, if you don’t roll up your sleeves in the next thirty seconds I’ve got a good feeling she’s going to deck you and if she doesn’t, I will.” 

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theodorewalker:

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Finally, Luce felt the room fall into focus before she fell into him, eyes finally taking him in. Really, really taking him in, and as she did she felt his name replace the air in her lungs with the sole purpose of crawling up her throat and past her lips. The world around them was dim, bland, but he was magnificent. Magical. It almost hurt to look at him, he was so bright, but Lucy was like a moth -- she couldn’t turn away. The world was dizzy, she was dizzy, but her eyes still managed to catch the way his lips moved to moan her name and the way his brow knit together with a concentration she knew he’d reserved only for her. Lucy caught the way sweat seemed to roll down his temples and for a moment, she could have sworn the water droplets were moving up rather than down. A side effect, she assumed, of the mountains and oceans he made move within her. 

God, there was no almost about it. It did hurt to look at him. He was divine, almost angelic, and oh, so alive. She could see the energy shining through him, past his skin and bones, and it could have been so easy to believe she was looking at Heaven if Luce hadn’t known Hellfire burned just as bright. Still, her hands seemed to find their way into his hair, her body coming down harder onto his in an effort to bring him closer, deeper. She wanted to keep him there between her thighs and in her arms where the world couldn’t touch them. For now she would settle for their moment and make the most of it. 

“Play you?” She whispered, lips hovering by his ear as she picked up her pace, tightening her muscles with each move. “Come on, you really think I’d get away with playing you? It’s never worked before, how could it now?” She laughed, the noise as light as bells as she watched him, still mesmerized as fingers moved to the planes of his chest in an attempt to commit him to memory. Silence falling upon her, Luce felt her pace slow as fingers traced patterns over his smooth skin, eyes reaching back up for his a moment later as her lips parted to speak. “I never wanted to play you.” Lucy finished, bringing her lips back to his as her pace quickened once again, hands moving from his hair and to her hips where they sat on top of his, nails digging into the top of his hand to get him to grip her tighter, the urge to have him remember her -- remember this -- stronger than ever. 

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theodorewalker:

Her screaming was just like an echo from nine universes away as he tried to focus on his own, physical pain. It stopped, his head felt immediately lighter when he managed to rip the bullet out and toss it away. Theo slumped, with heavy breathing and blood coming through the cracks of his fingers, palm trying to press the wound tightly. There was so much fear surrounding her, Lucy’s body was sinking in adrenaline, so much it seemed to have reached him — his heart pounded and his jaw clenched with her begging. All he wanted was for the screaming to stop. 

“Lucy, stop!” He wasn’t worried about his own injury, it was hers that intrigued him and he wanted to help, he did, but he knew she wouldn’t let him; with her magic trying to tear everything apart, and the sick, twisted feeling in his gut, all he could do was stay still. “Let me help you, I can help you.”

All she could focus on was the gaping hole in her shoulder, the lack of a bullet and the immediate pain as Theo acted on his own injury. Impossible. Insanity. Luce had seen her fair share of wild things but this took the cake. She could explain her own powers, but this magic wasn’t hers. And the worst part was, it felt familiar. 

“Stay away! Stay away!” She snapped, suddenly pulled out of her trance as he approached her. In her panic, she still managed to take him in, the already bruising area around his cheek and the blood seeping through his shirt. The more she looked at him, the harder it was to breathe, so she tried to turn away. The world hit once again and Luce realized how badly it was shaking, the door rocking on its hinges as frightened voices began to cascade down the hall. Immediately, Luce’s head spun until it landed to a faint memory of Kai, the image of a needle forming in her mind. “My bag.” Lucy barely managed, her voice just above a whisper as her brows tied together, her body moving just far enough to grab the satchel she’d dropped earlier. 

Truthfully, she had no idea if the serum would work. She hoped it would, Kai had promised it would, but until now she’d never had the vibrations in the pit of her stomach grow so intense. Teeth tearing open the plastic seal, Luce ripped the cap off of the needle before sinking it into her thigh, a rush of air entering her lungs before darkness wrapped around her. The last thing she saw was his face. 

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LUCY MEADOWES [ MOODBOARDS ] ➸ BUT SHE IS FIERCE

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Lucy immediately let out a gasp, his name spilling from her lips as their pace quickened. Her hands grasped at him, nails sinking into the soft skin before crawling to the sides of his face, forcing his gaze onto her. “Look at me.” She moaned, eyes holding his for a moment longer before her head rolled back, another gasp escaping her as she felt his fingers work. Lucy wasn’t sure if she would remember this in the morning, but she hoped he did. She hoped he remembered the way they felt together, the way she looked. The way he made her look with sweat running down her temples and hunger in her eyes, lips dripping with ecstasy. 

Suddenly, Luce felt her hips buck into his palm, the pressure in her stomach finally hitting something within her. Throwing her head back, the door letting out a crack, Lucy felt her lips part as the climax took control. “Theo!” She cried, the only world she could manage as she felt herself drip down his palms. “Theo,” Luce breathed again, his name a thank you on her lips before pulling herself up just enough to force him onto the toilet. Her eyes locked with his before lowering herself onto him, hovering just over his cock as a small grin played on her features, lips coming down to his neck where they nipped at the skin, her hips finally coming down onto him as she picked up the rhythm, the seat under them buckling with each move.

[lucymeadowes]

LUCY MEADOWES [ MOODBOARDS ] ➸ THEODORE WALKER

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The moment she felt him thrust into her, Lucy’s lips parted a moan escaped she was sure the bar could hear. Immediately, her nails sunk down into his back, her head rolling to hit the wooden wall behind her as her hips moved in unison with his. Maybe it was the alcohol in her system or maybe it was something more, but for the first time in a long time Lucy felt right. He felt right. He fit between her legs like a puzzle piece, his hands creating constellations on her skin, and his name felt as if her lips had been crafted to say it. 

“Bad idea? This?” She teased, voice shaky and breathless before bowing her head over his neck, teeth nipping at the skin of his collar bone. “I don’t think so,” She mumbled, the sentence dissolving into another moan. Hands wrapping around his back, Lucy pulled herself closer to him as she bounced her hips faster, her breath quickening with each moment as his name spilled from her lips, “Harder,” She begged, nails raking down his back as blood pooled to the surface before bringing her hand to grab his, guiding it towards her clit. 

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She was on fire. Everywhere his hands and lips brushed left a trail of heat along her olive skin. She almost felt dizzy and for a moment, she was afraid to open her eyes. When they were closed it was easy to focus on his fingers around her legs, his tongue tracing the line of her lower lip, and suddenly she wanted nothing more than to rid them of the pesky layers of clothes between them. Hands moving from his hair, she placed them on each side of his face to guide his mouth to her neck and lower, a moan escaping her lips before Luce moved her hands to his waist. 

His name spilled from her lips with a chorus of pleas but the moment he spoke her own, a chill of pleasure ran down her spine. “Tell me you want this.” She pleaded, breathless as her fingers slipped behind his waistband to rub the bulge between them. Soft whimpers escaping her lips, Lucy felt her back arch in desire as her fingers moved with the rhythm of their hips. “Please.” She quivered, begged. 

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theodorewalker:

Of course he wanted her. He never stopped, he just needed a reminder — and seeing her then, in that conference room, was just enough to get his memory back. He kissed her, and she kissed back, and everything else didn’t seem to matter any longer. With his heartbeat beginning to race, he felt a familiar pulse of heat, of pressure building up in the pit of his stomach. So he moved her close, enough to feel her heartbeat through her shirt, through his own skin. 

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Lucy let out a huff of air, just loud enough for Theo to catch, as his hands wrapped out her waist. The moment they were in the safety of a stall, though, Luce didn’t waist any time returning to her former position, this time her back pressed to the wall as her legs wrapped around him and her head rolled back, her fingers knotting in the roots of his hair as a moan escaped her. She wanted to say his name, something, but he moved too fast and all she could manage were pleased whimpers. 

Lonely for his lips, Lucy brought her fingers under his chin only to pull his face up to hers, her hips moving in a rhythm against his as her lips fought for a place there once more. “Theo.” She moaned again, this time his name leaving her lips like a confession dripping in pleasure as she moved her hips a bit harder, pressure building in the pit of her stomach. 

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theodorewalker:

Her last words still rang in his ears and he just sat there, with pain going through every inch of his body. Theo’s head felt dizzy, and his stomach turned, and he felt sick — like he was about to throw up. She never wanted him to stay. Was it said out of anger or not, it hurt him badly. Even as she fell to the ground he was just staring, utter disbelief reflecting in his eyes. He knew she needed help with her unexplainable wound, but he couldn’t say a single word to make her feel better after screaming her name. “Are you fucking with me again? Is that a trick? Another way to make me feel guilty, feel responsible for whatever I did?”

He did not want to cause her any more pain, but there was no strength left in his body to keep pretending he wasn’t affected by her spilled sentences. But he was going to bleed out and he needed to remove the bullet as fast as he could, even if it meant using the pocket knife he had. He clenched his teeth, preparing for the pain (although he was sure it would be a good distraction from the agonizing pressure under his sternum), and ripping the fabric open, he pierced into his own flesh, fishing for the bullet.

Lucy could hardly hear his voice, her back now pressed firmly against the wall as she focused on her breathing which was fast and shallow. “Shut up! Just shut up!” She barked, her hand firm against her shoulder. Pulling her shirt away from the wound, Lucy’s eyes widened at the sight of a bullet hole and before she knew it fire had burst up her arm, a shriek quickly escaping her lips as her fingers pressed desperately, anything to stop the pain. 

“Stop! Stop! Please stop!” Luce cried out, panting now as a flash of white covered her vision. It was magic, it had to be, but it was a magic she’d never seen before that filled her with panic. Eyes falling back to Theo, Lucy tried her hardest to focus on him as she fought the agony in her shoulder but her panic had already set in, her own magic acting on the burst of emotion as the room started to shake once more. 

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skylar-moran:

Sky hadn’t heard the girl in the hall, not used to her walking so business like. Her friend didn’t walk like that, just like Kurtis who had a slow laid back tread and Izzy had a skipping one Lucy had a familiar rhythm. So she ignored it until she heard a throat clearing. Looking up from the microscope she saw Lucy - and she stood up going to her friend.

“What’s wrong? You look like - well like a ghost. I’m going to guess it’s not a ghost because you’d probably be more excited about that but - okay lets go. I’ll tell Izzy to cover me.” 

She didn’t normally do this - go out of work early. It wasn’t like her - but the look of Lucy said that she needed to. Sky had a decades for science, but Lucy needed her now. Sky ducked into her coat and grabbed the backpack she had pushing the files deep into the cabinet as she closed it.  “Scale of one to ten.” 

Lucy was taken back for a moment by Sky’s comment, lips pursing in thought for a blimp of a second, “Why would I be excited about a ghost? Ghost’s are terrifying, I’d be terrified.” She mused, slipping her arm through her friends once she’d grabbed her things. Truthfully, Lucy was overwhelmingly thankful for the girl. She knew if she was stuck in her office for a moment longer all of Kai’s beautiful glass sculptures would be shattered into a million pieces. 

“On a scale? Twelve. Not even twelve. I feel like I just faced off with a Norman Bates level psychopath.” She groaned, removing her arm from Sky’s in order to rub both hands down her face. 

Her next question, Lucy held her breath for an answer, hoping it would be a definite no. “You didn’t meet anyone named Theodore today, did you? Tall, dark hair, evil in his eyes?” 

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theodorewalker:

With her whisper his body finally stopped moving, hands finally stopped trying to fix things they broke and he just stared, last of his breaths stuck in his throat, not able to move in or out. Even his heart, it ached once and quit moving, and her touch — when he felt the warmth on his skin, the fight was over. Theodore gave up, he let her win, he let her kiss him and torture him like that, even though he was sure she would have never done anything like that on sober mind. It was the most awful of ways to kill a man, but he decided to enjoy it as long as it lasted, this time kissing her back, with his hands breaking free, and fingers sliding into the roots of her hair, again. 

His lips were warm against hers. He was warm. Warm and steady and he wanted her, he wanted her, no matter how hard she tried to forget it. Part of her wondered if she’d remember this in the morning, if she’d still be able to feel his hands in her hair and racing pulse under her fingers, and Luce didn’t know if that’s what she wanted. 

What she did know, though, was the sudden sensation of air in her lungs and electricity on her skin. His lips brought her back to a better time where she was a better person and she wanted to stay there, wanted to revel in it, so as a hand found its way into his hair, she didn’t mind moving closer with her body against his. “Theo,” She breathed, lips moving with his a moment longer before her other hand made it to the back of his neck, locking herself to him, “Theo, bathroom.” Lucy finished, unsure if he’d even heard her.