i get more respect from this rubber arm...

[movedtoknightfalling]

lucy is now at @knightfalling

[movedtoknightfalling]

lucy is now at @knightfalling

[movedtoknightfalling]

lucy is now at @knightfalling

[movedtoknightfalling]

would y'all hate me if i remade? the finale is done and now i wanna get back to my lucy

[movedtoknightfalling]

Love your blog and your portrayal of Lucy is spot on🙂

this is so sweet. thank you so much. i don't know who you are, but i appreciate you so much and thank you for taking the time to send me this.

[movedtoknightfalling]

i should change my url back but seeing it and my icon still makes me feel a devilish glee

[gentlyrepose]

she'd been worrying sick about it for days, agonizing over whether to tell lucy. eliie would feel terribly either way; she liked having at least one person in her life who didn't know her as the president's middle daughter, and simply ellie, fellow medical student. but on the other hand, everyone else seemed to know (whether they had been read in by the secret service or just recognized her from her rare appearances alongside her father at events or on the campaign trail). would it be cruel, to not let lucy know - simply to protect her own comfort? she couldn't decide, and the resulting inaction left ellie in a state of discomfort every time she'd worked alongside the other woman - with security trailing behind at a respectable distance, of course.

as it turns out, the decision is made for ellie, when one of the residents makes an offhand comment during their break. the guilt is written clear on the bartlet daughter's features as she lies to her coworker, unwilling to admit that she'd known that lucy didn't know who she was, and was avoiding telling her for her own selfish reasons. so, she jumps at the chance to reassure lucy that, "no, of course not! honestly it was...kind of nice, to not be treated differently just because of who my dad is. everyone's been so understanding about it, which is great, but i can tell they don't look at me the way they would if i wasn't...who i am, y'know?" fingers twist in her lap, food left untouched - she's lost her appetite. "of course not! at least, i hope it doesn't. and i'm sorry - for not telling you sooner."

[movedtoknightfalling]

it's something that lucy can't picture. she'd grown up at the other end of the country. hell, she didn't even have a father. she supposes he's still out there somewhere, but he could be anything at all. she hasn't looked too closely and doesn't care to either. still, the family she does have are just... normal. there's nothing spectacular about any of them. not that she loves them any the less for it. none of her family are presidential. not even close. it's a whole other world, one that only lives in the news for lucy. at least it had been until a few minutes before.

"suppose it isn't that good a look for me either. i do follow the news, i swear. i mean, i know who your dad is, but...." she trails off, wincing slightly as she hears what her own words sound like in her ears. it's not good. she aims to course correct, turning the spotlight back on herself instead. "i mean, i can tell you all about my family. they're all back in san francisco. my mom's a medical receptionist. my grandpa was a carpenter. my grandma was a seamstress." she's rambling, rattling off about her own family and directing herself away from the bartlet family.

at the apology, lucy's face softens as it's clear that there's perhaps more to it than she even realised at first glance. the comment had been surprising from the resident that had been passing by, but now she looks more closely at ellie she can tell there's more to it. "it's okay. i get it. sort of. i can get why you wouldn't want everyone knowing. it'd be like everyone thinks they know you before they have the chance to really get to know you. i like the ellie i know so far. knowing who you dad is doesn't change that."

[physiiciian-archived]

@knightfalling said, "Your heartbeat feels calmer than it did last night."

He cringes, hating the reminder of the erratic, emotional behavior he’d exhibited the night before. Typically, Robby likes to lie to himself about how he has some semblance of control over himself and his circumstances, that he isn’t, in fact, one who will erupt like shrapnel being hurled this way and that amid his mental spiraling. Involving others is messy, to say the least. It’s monumentally unfair to involve those he cares about, permitting them to get caught in the crossfire of his instability. They deserve better.

She deserves better.

“Yeah…”

This is all he can bring himself to say, the monosyllabic approach safer for all. He can’t look at her as he fervently rubs the back of his head, his leg jiggling haphazardly with discomfort.

“Thanks for showing…” he adds, owing her that much, “You shouldn’t have had to.”

[movedtoknightfalling]

it's a careful line she's walking. the line between doctor and something else. just what that something else is lucy's not entirely sure. they haven't known each other long enough to be friends, but to say something like acquaintances doesn't feel like enough. acquaintances don't show up in the middle of the night for each other.

she tries to find that line as best as she can as she sits near robby. she doesn't want to crowd him, but doesn't want to be so far from him that he feels as if it's too clinical.

"it's okay." her reassurance is soft, something she hopes doesn't weigh too heavily on him. he'd called and she'd known instantly that she needed to be there. he's away from his home. she doesn't know if he knows anyone else here. if she didn't show up, then she fears for what could have happened.

her hands comes out to lightly rest on his knee, not apply enough pressure to stop the bouncing, in the hopes it'll make him realise what he's doing and at least slow himself down. "you can call me anytime you want. even if you just want to get coffee or some lunch. doesn't have to be for anything big."

[movedtoknightfalling]

here's a lil plotting call!!

[movedtoknightfalling]

also hi yes i am still going to work on the starters that i owe. i've got my list of them all written down and working out what to do for who now

[illneverletgo]

ER S06.E07  “HUMPTY DUMPTY”. 

[flagversion]

It's Lucy.

[illneverletgo]

ER (1994 - 2009) "Days For Knight" (S05.E01)

[movedtoknightfalling]

look at my bby girl. she’s so small. so innocent. deserved so much more.

[carteriii]

❛⠀ it ruins the line, ⠀ ❜ he mutters under his breath, repeating something he's heard a hundred times but never considering at all. it was just one of those things that he knew without knowing from spending too much time in ballrooms. ❛⠀ it is not meant to be seen. ⠀ ❜

lifting a hand from her back with a tsk, john presses the tip of his finger to her cheek, creating a dimple. ❛⠀ you want to get out of this dress, or do you want to argue with me? ⠀ ❜ now, he wouldn't mind spending the rest of the afternoon staring at her back; lord knows he's spent more time than that appreciating the view, but he has something to prove right now and he is not gonna be distracted by her barking orders.

❛⠀ suck in a breath for me, will you? ⠀ ❜

[movedtoknightfalling]

lucy's head snaps back towards john as he mumbles under his breath. she's caught most of what he's said which is somehow more infuriating than if he'd said it aloud. "who cares if it's not meant to be seen if it gets stuck the moment you pull it up?" she's snappish, but justifiably so in her mind. she's stuck in this damned dress. she's got a right to be annoyed.

she stills when john's finger pokes into her cheek, raising a brow as she looks back at him. "the dress, obviously. i mean..." she catches herself before she says anything more. anything more might risk john leaving her alone to sort herself out of this predicament. that's not something that she's willing to risk right now. "just get me out of this thing, will you?"

at the order, there's a pointed look shot towards john before lucy does as she says, attempting to make herself as small as possible for him to do what he needs to do to get her out of here.

@tuskslove

[carteriii]

❛ i sure heard something! ❜ traitors. judas! both of them. going over his head and sneaking around his back, gossiping about him and saying god knows what. john bets they even have a groupchat they haven't invited him to. he'd love to be part of it... but no one asked him.

it's unfair. he is such a fun texter! he uses all the fun lingo the kids teach him.

❛ my meals are edible. ❜ a beat, brow furrowing slightly as he stares down at her smirking, infuriating face that is just daring him to go on. ❛ chewable, ❜ he says, a smile cracking at the corner of his lips. there are some battles -- very few, mind you -- that he has learned to surrender before the first shot is fired. better to raise the right flag before she asks him to crack an egg in front of her. ❛ not the only time i miss you, now that i think about it. ❜

[movedtoknightfalling]

it's john finding out about the groupchat lucy has with the kids all over again. it's not like they don't have one that's all five of them, but god forbid she and the kids have a place to discuss plans for john's birthday without him being able to read every message. "something? like you two don't talk about me, hmm?" she knows it's true to some degree. just like she mentions john in conversation with carol.

chewable. the meals he cooks for their children are chewable. there's a sigh that leaves lucy's lips as she regards her husband of a decade. that long and she still hasn't found ways to teach him to cook. run an emergency trauma code? that's fine. but make more wraps or grilled cheese? that's just asking for trouble. "now that you think about it? trying to distract me from the fact that you're gonna fill the kids up on pizza, chinese and sushi while i'm gone?" not that she's wholly innocent either. she takes the kids out for food while john's on late nights, but it's spread between plenty of home cooked meals. there's a difference. "one fun meal while i'm gone. the freezer is stacked otherwise."

@tuskslove

[h4thaway]

carol is no better than a stranger in this home. following lucy, her eyes flicker to the decor, the doorways. every so often, she lets herself revel in awe when it came to the carter family. she was grateful that lucy had them. when her eyes land back on woman before her, her gaze turns clinical ── if only for a moment. it was a wonder that she had come as far as she had. providing snacks and a bit of company was the least she could do. " and if you tell anyone that i'm your illegal snack dealer, i will deny our entire friendship. " only teasing, of course.

she sits beside lucy carefully, placing the aforementioned snacks between them. her response comes somewhere between a laugh & a groan. " daytime tv made me miss working. i used to get both girls down just in time for days of our lives, and i really do think it started driving me insane. " maternity leave had made her stir - crazy & somehow homesick all at once. she couldn't imagine how lucy was feeling.

" god, they won't stop growing. i see them every day and it still feels like time is moving too fast, y ' know? we've almost figured out how to sleep through the night, but ── it's a work in process. " motherhood might not have been as glamorous as she'd once thought it would be, but she wouldn't trade it for the world. " how are things here? is it driving you crazy, yet? "

[movedtoknightfalling]

she won't tell anyone. hell, by the time lucy's done with the snacks she doesn't plan for there to be any evidence left behind if she has her way with things. she feels it for a moment. the way she knows carol's eyes are on her in a way that isn't just friendly. she feels it each time someone from the hospital visited her. it had happened moreso when she was in the hospital itself, friendly faces popping in before and after shifts, but since she'd moved into the carter house those visits had plummeted in number dramatically. still, lucy doesn't speak of that, her smile soft on her lips as she looks up at carol. "of course. my lips are sealed. no one's gonna know who my dealer is."

there's a flicker on lucy's face for a moment as she watches how carefully carol moves, knowing there's good intent behind the movement, but it still stings to think she's that fragile. that others still think she's that fragile. "the timing or days of our lives?" lucy's been unfortunately a little too caught up on days of late, more than she's ever been in her life before this. "i mean, the people who live there must be insane. who'd stay there with everything that goes on there?"

lucy's smile is in place as carol talks about the twins. "you should bring them around next time you visit. or i can come over." she perhaps sounds a little desperate at the end of that sentence. to get out of this house, though to get out means going out... blinking herself back to reality, her face stills again at the question posed to her. "no, i mean... it's fine." inside is fine. it's what's waiting outside that weighs on her mind more. "it's nice here. they take care of me."