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@lucyxfiore
thevultur:
“Maybe they will be less interested in approaching you if I looked bored, though,” Leona tried, not in the mood for laughter even to save her life. She felt airy, speaking softly and without harshness, her suggestion meant to only help Lucy’s case.
“It’s like you don’t know them at all.” Lucy continued to smile the same fake smile. “If they see you bored or upset, they come over to change it. It’s that need to think that they can make a ridiculous difference.”
oliveblackwell:
She placed her hand on top of Lucy’s to stop her. “Not yet. I’ve got three kids here, odds are one of them is going to get in trouble. I can’t be drunk if I’m breaking up a fight.”
“You really did get old. And boring, Blackwell.” Lucy made a face, instead ordering a drink just for herself. It had been too many years. “Next thing I know, you’ll be retiring to go and knit somewhere.”
highestfive:
Violet deadpanned the entire speech, although her lips were pulled into a forced smile as the woman requested it. How strange. “Ha, ha. You should become a comedian. The Vultures do not know what they’re missing out on, believe me.”
Lucy grinned at her best friend’s daughter, continuing to hold onto her arm. “I was the it girl for that in prison.” She smiled widely, despite the grim topic. Turning them a little, she blocked the capitolites, that were after her, from seeing her face. “Thanks. I owe you one.”
Lucy grabbed onto the first person’s arm, linking theirs with hers. “Now pretend that you’re laughing at whatever joke I came up with.” She spoke with a joyful smile. She could feel the eyes on herself the whole evening, but now it was getting worse. “Before one of those vultures do something stupid and try to approach me.”
“Yes, yes yes I have returned, stop your crying it’s only me.” he commented with a smile, as if his return was the best thing ever, “C’mon, I’ve been on the lam, be glad to have me back!”
“Ah, joy, the oldest kid is here.” Lucy mocked the man with a smirk.”Next thing you’ll be saying, the ball’s for you.”
scorpius-gleam:
Scorpius shrugged and said, “Not much to change for now. I’ve got Olive and the kids. My family is okay. Nothing is really going by the way side other than Henry. But that’s a whole other issue that I’d rather not get into.” He paused and then cut his eyes to her. “And don’t max out my tab. You get one.”
“I still cannot believe that you got her to settle down. She’s the person I had expected to remain forever single, beating everyone up.” That was more of her life, however. Her own husband still didn’t know she was free, but she wasn’t bothered of telling him. He was probably off fucking some girl half her age, anyway. “Now, that’s just cruel.”
oliveblackwell:
“At least I’m aging as disgracefully as I can.” She tapped the bar to order herself a shot, all her plans on sticking to the less intoxicating beer flying out the window. It wasn’t like it would be the first time her kids had seen her drunk. Once the shot was poured she lifted it in a toast. “To my best friend who couldn’t be bothered to even tell me she was getting out of jail. The woman most likely to end up puking her guts out on President Snow’s shoes.”
“Of course you are.” Lucy teased her, taking the shot once the bartender got the glasses for them. “And I’ll make the biggest show of it.” She added, downing it, not really mentioning anything about her release. She still didn’t know why they released her, but it didn’t seem like something that would end up well. “Let me at least get you a shot before you turn fifty and get too old to drink.”
scorpius-gleam:
Scorpius smiled a little bit at Lucy as she spoke. She was Olive’s best friend so it kind of made her a family friend despite the prison sentence. He sighed before he nodded, glancing around his shoulder to see if he could catch a glimpse of his daughter. She couldn’t have gone far. “Sure,” he said. “Order whatever you want and put it on my tab.”
“You know I’m just going to end up maxing your tab out, right?” Lucy asked, already nodding for the bartender to take her order. It had been ten years since she had spoken to Scorpius, never having had even expected for the man to visit her in prison. The less people had to go there, the better. “You haven’t changed one bit, Gleam.”
electraconduit:
“Whilst your freedom is good news, I’m not in the mood to share.” she replied sharply, a little sharper then she intended since it wasn’t Lucy’s fault that her sister was dead. The only sister she’d really known. Isabelle was distraught and had barely left her house, tonight was the first night they’d been seen since the news broke. She should be glad, happy. Lucy was free, and her son was finally allowed in public after his escape from the peacekeepers. Still, she didn’t exactly feel like celebrating after seeing Haydn so broken.
“Always so joyful, Conduit.” Lucy spoke, not bothered by her sharp tone. She walked over to the balcony, leaning against the rails as she let the breeze run through her hair, something that she had missed so dearly. “Are you really gonna make me go through this hell sober?”
“When I was 12, I snapped my arm in two. My wrist still has a funny bump because they didn’t join it back together so great.”
oliveblackwell:
Yes, she thought, in my Addams family home. She liked to think that she ruled her household when in truth she was often falling prey to the simplest of pleas. It wasn’t her fault that her children all had their father’s big brown eyes. She gave Lucy one more tight squeeze before grabbing her shoulders and pushing her away. “You missed my fortieth you jail bird.”
“Sorry grandma. I’ll make sure to gift you with some prunes to make up for it.” Lucy smirked as Olive pushed her away. Pulling away from her completely, she moved towards the bar, ordering herself a shot. Birthdays was a weird concept for her now. She had lost count of days back in jail, and when someone had told her that she was thirty already, it threw her off. “You’re getting so old, Blackwell.”
Scorpius had been buzzing around the ballroom ever since he got there. Violet had been hard to wrangle so he was busy dealing with her while his wife went to talk to the people she needed to. It was hard to dictate what Olive would do, but even more so, his son. The boy had inherited his wife’s demeanor and that was a deadly thing. While Scorpius was far from a pristine person when it came to talking to people, he at least knew how to be polite when it was necessary.
He was speed walking by when someone turned around on him and he rammed into their shoulder. He steadied himself and them by grabbing their arm. “I’m so sorry,” Scorpius offered. “You okay?”
“Where I’m coming from, this would mean a legit knife fight, you know.” Lucy spoke, almost happy to be bumped into that way; as long as it meant the never ending talks with the Sponsors would be put on hold. She didn’t even bother excusing herself as she turned to look at Scorpius. “A drink would make up for the pain I’m suffering right now.”
scorpius-gleam:
Nero looked at the woman, unsure if he knew her or not. In the deepest pit of his stomach, he figured he did, but he couldn’t really recall. So he just opted to treat her like a stranger. So he narrowed his eyes perfectly fine, a dark eyebrow arched.
“Pretty sure my glare is just fine, lady,” Nero snapped.
“You can still see the weakness behind it.” Lucy smiled, completely unaffected by the boy’s rudeness. It was terrifying, in a way, that children she had once helped bring to life didn’t even know her. But that was life of someone like her, she assumed.
“Lady? Is that how you greet your Aunt Lucy?”
oliveblackwell:
She simply shook her head, squeezing Lucy tighter. It’d been a decade before she’d been able to properly hug her friend. In prison there were strict rules about touch, all designed to stop someone from slipping a prisoner something. “Anyone who thinks I’ve gone soft knows where to find me. I’m never letting you go.”
Lucy smiled, not letting go of Olive either. She had missed her friend, she had missed the simple human contact; even if she couldn’t even be bothered to let her own husband know that she was now free. “You mean, in your family home? Cause that’ll show them.” She teased Olive, eventually simply resting her cheek on her friend’s shoulder. “I missed you.”
She was a grown up woman with two grown children, but that didn’t stop Electra from reverting to the habits of her youth when it came to Balls. She had arrived late (nothing new) and ordered rather then sweet talked the bartender into giving her a bottle of whiskey and shot glasses. Making her way to the balcony she’d always really considered to be hers she was several shots in when she noticed someone appear, half prepared to be scolded as she muttered, “Shit.” before taking another shot.
“Didn’t think you were going to hide there with a bottle, did you?” Lucy asked as she walked into the balcony, craving for some fresh air. She was escorted around, never once really getting to go outside during that brief time that she’s been out of jail, and now it felt a little overwhelming. It still didn’t click with her that she was free after a whole decade. Then again, maybe she never was. “I should get at least one shot as a welcome back present.”
Lucy Lockheart (nee Fiore) at the 150th Victor’s Ball
oliveblackwell:
Olive nearly dropped the beers in her hand. She spun on her heel immediately, not quite believing that she was seeing her best friend standing there in the president’s ballroom. It’d been a decade since she’d seen Lucy in anything other than the drab prison uniforms. “Lucy motherfucking Fiore!” She gently placed the beers on the bar, never one to waste alcohol, and then practically leaped into her friends arms. “I hate you so much!”
Lucy smirked, seeing Olive treat alcohol with far more respect than some of the humans, only to be thrown off her feet for the smallest second as she suddenly leaped into her arms. “Lies, all lies, Blackwell.” She spoke as she wrapped her arms around the blonde, never one to ever use her married name. It wasn’t common between either of them. It was nice, for a change, to be able to speak to just about anyone with someone obviously watching her ever move. “Now, let go before people start spreading rumors that you’ve gone soft. And by people I mean me.”
