#c;lucy

[hypericnheights-blog]

@truebelieved continued from (x)

“But why couldn’t we have taken the headless horse?” She pouted and flopped onto the ground, pretending to be a fallen soldier. When her father said she could ride on his back, she perked back up and jumped right up for a piggy back ride. “You’re better than any horse.”

[rvlerofmyheavt]

Closed for @nghtmqred

Rosalie was staring at the auction board in surprise. She would have placed a bpty bid on Otto but someone bet 1,000. A 1,000 dollars she doesn’t have. She shrugged, Otto’s been through worse. She sat next to Lucy with a smile. 

“This auction is a calamity.” Rosalie said. “But maybe I know what to do to raise baking club some money.”  She chuckled. 

“Where’s my manners. Would you like a macaroon?”

[queenxrita]

You could say Rita was having a lot of fun. Her lipstick was slightly smeared from drunk makeout sessions and her heels were thrown off somewhere so she could actually walk without falling over someone. When she spotted Lucinda, she let out a squeal and raced over, throwing her arms around her waist from behind. “Lucy lucy loo! Looking hot as always.” @shutup-lucy

[okingofkings]

“Who did this?” (bc lu will fight them)

Peter turned his head away from her view, shrugging it off as if it were just a scratch, but the swelling of his eye and the dried gash in his lip spoke for themselves. He had been picking a lot of fights lately, great frustration causing riots in his mind and emotions. They had done all of this already. They had already been children, already fought in wars, already fell in love and grew old together, but they were KINGS AND QUEENS then, they were in a world where people knew them and respected them, and now… Now they were children all over again. Peter sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.  

“ Someone from school. He looks a lot worse than I do though. “

[corianderwhittle-blog]

be gentle ;; coriander&lucy

If there was one emotion that Coriander had never been able to wrap his head -- or his heart -- around, it was hate. He had thought he felt it when he was in the cult and he saw what those people did to his sister, but that turned out to just be the unprocessed byproduct of agony. What he felt for Lucy was the same. He knew he had no claim to her, that they weren’t official and the pain in his chest was perhaps not quite as valid as he hoped; at the very least, it was not enough to justify trapping himself in the unbearable loneliness that Lucy had been an escape from.

After the gala, his nightmares had only gotten worse and sleep deprivation only made his usual stress and anxiety skyrocket. He grew careless in his pain, unsure of what to do or where to go as his heart begged him not to forgive her. It would only hurt him, the unsteady beating warned him as tired muscles still struggled to recover from all the heartbreak he had never deserved. His head, for once, agreed with his heart, but there was a part of him that was neither head nor heart. It was soul and it was desperate for something that only Lucy had given him.

So he shoved aside all sense that told him the pain he felt at the sight of her face was a warning and made his way to her house. He told himself -- in the plainest language he could manage -- that he would leave if it wasn’t her who opened the door. If it was Clara or Tyler or anyone else, then he would turn around and never come back, but if it was Lucy that stood there, his heart would be in his hands. And so it was as he knocked on the door, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he waited to see if it would be healed or simply torn apart once more.

[corianderwhittle-blog]

Wrapped in brown paper is a plastic case withholding a cassette tape with ‘For Anders’ written on a worn out label that was given to him earlier that day by Lucy herself. Coriander was given strict instructions not to listen to it until he was alone.

everlasting love - carl carlton

don’t you - simple minds

i want to hold your hand - the beatles

don’t stop believing - journey

don’t you want me - human league

don’t dream it’s over - crowded house

can’t take my eyes off of you - misia

time after time - cyndi lauper

take on me - a-ha 

wonderwall - oasis

blackbird - the beatles

[aethereumclara-blog]

i live in a city sorrow built

[aethereumclara-blog]