#brainylucy

[yourhighnessalex]

☎

[text] Oh wow. The seriously cute face has a serious hot body.[saved to memory card]

[notjustclockwork]

NO PANTIES

No. I am sorry. But no.

[finnian-moray]

Blondes? Or Lily?

Uh… yes? What about Lily?

[finnian-moray]

♌ (revenge sucks, eh, mate?)

(no, you do)

♌ for a cute dream my muse has about yours

Whenever the Aquatics class is left alone to practice their movements, Finnian always took that opportunity to doze off in class, particularly by the edge of the water, unconsciously mimicking his seal counterpart in so many ways. Lying flat on his stomach with his face kissing the wet pool tiles, the selkie would observe his classmates’ movements until he fell asleep.

He usually would just train his eyes to wherever Lily was practicing, and that day she was with Lucy, working out a particularly complex routine. Finnian wanted to call out and tell them they were doing it wrong, but the lethargy had already got to him, abetted by the water lapping at his face despite it being chlorine-filled.

And then he was suddenly watching Lucy busting her moves during the St. Valentine’s Day dance, wearing a pretty little black dress and taking the centre stage with her tall and fluffy-haired companion. They were dancing to a sprightly tune, and even if their steps oddly reminded him of their Aquatics routine, everyone was very much taken with the lively pair and was swaying in time with them, Finnian included. Okay, so maybe Aquatics wasn’t such a boring class after all.

The thing is, he couldn’t help but wonder if the girl was drunk. Lucy laughed and kept eye contact not just with her dance partner but with anyone she caught looking at her, but when she saw Finnian watching, she smiled and sashayed away from the fluffy-haired guy and towards the selkie. Soon enough, they were now dancing the night away, taking to heart that Aquatics routine which in Finnian’s eyes still looked dumb, but he danced it with Lucy anyway.

And then they were sitting in one of the tables, apparently on a break from dancing, and Finnian sat with Lucy’s head against his shoulder and her feet up on another chair. She looked up at him and placed a small kiss on his jaw, which he returned with a light one on her forehead. But then Lucy started kissing him more intensely, and Finnian said, “No, don’t go there,” when he felt her lips reaching up further to find his. 

“Lucy!” And Finnian jerked awake, Lily’s worried voice had pierced the pool area, the naiad helping the girl reach the pool edge. Lucy had foot cramps.