#archivist lucy

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Lucy lay crumpled on the floor of her parlor- and had been lying there since the evening before. Dried blood stained the collar and front of her blouse; sticking to the ugly wounds marring the side of her neck.

She looked far too pale, and moaned weakly at the sound of a familiar voice. Who? How long had she been unconscious?

Silvery lashes fluttered as Lucy struggled to open her eyes- her throat parched, too tired to lift her head. She made a soft sound, her head lolling to one side.

  “Zar..?” she mumbled. “I… I.. couldn’t..           ..so strong…. help me..?”

Zarenyia folded a pale curly lock back from Lucy’s face.  A few hairs pulled away from the dried blood on her neck.  “What a sight you are, ma'am.”  Her voice was cheerful, even gentle.

She pulled an ottoman over and raised Lucy’s legs.  “You probably need some water.”  They always needed water or tea.  They were like sponges that kept drying out.  “I'll be back in a tick.” She would find the kitchen.

And then to herself, just as cheerful, but without an ounce of gentleness, “and once you're sorted, maybe I'll tear that vampire to shrieking little filaments.”

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“One hundred strokes before bed?”

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Continued from X

Zarenyia circled slowly around the statue.

“Darl- ma’am, we aren’t breaching the outer suburbs of my impropriety.  And I don't believe you’re silly enough to mistake my meaning.”

Zarenyia stood over Lucy, looking down at her.  She knew already, but she raised a finger and slowly poked the back of Lucy’s hand.  The mark lay white for a moment too long before it refilled sluggishly with blood.  “Though someone who lets a deader bleed her white might be a little silly.”

“It’s nothing to me if you’re playing with a vampire,” Zarenyia stretched the truth, “but they’re not all as careful as Horst.  The proof is in the pudding, and you, pudding, are in trouble if he doesn’t take a longish break.  He knows it.”  

Apart from the alternation in the girl’s blood flow, to the devil she smelled like vampire.  Had she been spending that much time with one?

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🌟 {societyarchivist}

When Lucy took Zareniya on her first tour of the vaults, the devil immediately forgot her instructions to touch nothing.  Thankfully, Lucy had the foresight to start with a non-fatal shelf.  Zareniya touched everything.  Z. took the two minor curses with her usual good humour, however, and Lu mostly evaded the one that was repelled by Z’s diabolic nature.

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From here: X

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    ♥— “Oh, ah, t-thank you,”

Lucy’s heart beat in frantic triple-time as fear held her rooted to the spot. Never had she ever imagined her office would become host to such an impressive type of Monster! She nodded faintly at the feminine creature, only partially able to understand in her state of shock.

Tea was soaking into her slippers.

    “Y-you mean Herr Cabal?” oh, yes, Lucy had       heard about his office pranks, unfortunate as       some had been. “H-he put you in m-my office?

The monster’s brow creased.  “Don’t be silly.  Johannes isn’t in a condition to put anyone anywhere.  No.  He thought you might be able to give me a job.”

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💔 -Societyarchivist

Interrupted kiss

Lucy and Zarenyia’s fingers touched as they reconstructed a shattered pot on a sand tray.  The last lip shard grated into place, and Zarenyia looked up with a proud smile, hoping for Lucy’s approval.  

They were closer than she had expected.  Lucy was looking at her, not the ceramic.  Her lips were the most delicate shade of shell pink.  Zarenyia leaned forward, wanting - and the pot hummed and glowed beneath their hands.  

Both archivists jerked their fingers back.  They had both learned the liveliest respect for the artifacts of the collection, and they took several hasty steps back.  When they let go, the pot dropped into shards and the surface dulled to its original buff colour.

The devil gave a gusty sigh.  “That was a close one.”  She was a little flushed.

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"Talk about us" {societyarchivist}

Send me “talk about us” and my muse will tell your muse…How they define their relationship with your muse:  “Co-workers.  It’s so exotic.”

Something they like about your muse:  Lucy’s a polite soul, and firm.  

Something they dislike about your muse:  she can be so particular about safety procedures.

Their first impression of your muse:  “a bit ‘fraidy when it comes to spider legs”

Their impression of your muse now:  very serious, but sweet

How they feel about your muse: lightly affectionate.  Flirty.  

Something they are hiding from your muse:  Zarenyia wishes she could be certain that a detachment of demons isn’t going to drop on her head and start murdering everyone.  She knows this might be inconvenient for the Dee Society.

Something they wish they could tell your muse: “she needs to stand up to her beaus.”  Their last chat went so badly Z thinks it might do more harm than good.

Source: roleplaymmemes