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3am: for a hopes & fears headcanon

Lucy is terrified of pain. Any pain. The thought of a broken bone or a deep wound turns her stomach, but that pales in comparison to her fear of emotional pain. When confronted with that, the sort of pain that winds wire around her heart, she is known to be rash and thoughtless in her maneuvers to end it, whether that is excessive indulgence in the wake of a heartbreak, or risking her own life to get to France.

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💋 - kissing my muse roughly

Late July, 1796 Escaping some party held by some lord at some house “Oh, that was terrible.” Lucy breathed, glad to be free of the perfume-clotted air. She drew a deep breath, tilting her head up to the streetlamps. A smile broke out. They were finally free.

She came down to earth slowly, her vision focusing first on far -- the night air as it collected in dew on an iron fence, the line of glossy wet cobblestones. Then near -- when she saw that it wasn’t dew at all, but rain, pelting directly downward and onto their shoulders. And nearer, still -- his shirt, jacket forgotten, soaked straight through.

Warmth swelled as she looked at him, exhilaration at their escape mixed with her rapidly-cooling skin. He was always water to her, salt and the ocean, rivers and barges, rain on a quiet, London street. It fell harder, then, the silk of her dress darkening from damp to wet, her fingers already chilled through.

Water went where it pleased. It wore away stone, it circumvented all else. Lucy stared at him, breathless. Sometimes, she wished she were water too.

His lips were cold, but not as cold as her own before they met his, and she didn’t know who had reached for whom first, only that they had, that the wet silk on her shoulder was suddenly pinned back against coarse brick. Lucy gasped. Caught breathless, and more than a little soaked in rain and wine, her lips chased his, one hungry kiss leading to another, harder, deeper. Cradling his face in just the smallest points of her fingertips, Lucy inched her head back to look up at him. Searching, she caught her breath. “Graham--”

It was too cold to speak. Her fingers curled, drawing him to her again.

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💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

Little touches. Quality time. Lucy rarely gives material gifts with meaning (what would be the point? they have everything they could even begin to desire), but she has a way of focusing upon someone as though they are the only one in the room.

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✿

He’s steadfast and generous to those whom he loves. And his fashion is second only to hers. ✨

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🌟 = Who is your muse’s favorite family member, why?

His younger brother! They get on each other’s nerves and butt heads sometimes, but they also know each other really well, probably better than anyone else. His younger brother also agreed to come all the way to England with Isaac and their mother because he knew Isaac would be lonely without him, so, yeah. Best brother.

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💰 - rob a bank with, hide a body with, rat out to the cops. (Eira, Marie, Harry)

💰 - rob a bank with, hide a body with, rat out to the cops.

“this isn’t very fair, but perhaps that’s my fault for choosing this game. rob a bank with eira–she’s the most level headed out of all of us, hide a body with harry because we’ve been blood brothers for years now, so the secret is certainly safe. rat marie out to the cops–not because i’m a snitch, simply because i know she’d be waiting in the wings for her chance to rat me out first. hard to trust those who whisper during plays.” ( @bodiceripped @lord-aldwyn @mariekenworthy )

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👌 = Does your muse think they are/would be a good parent?

Yes. No. I would try.

[Lucy is rather cagey on the subject of parenthood, perhaps because she did not have a great model for it in her childhood. She often considers the thought in the same breath as failure, and finds the idea of children daunting: not necessarily the mechanics of raising a child, but the idea of a part of her heart living outside of her body.]

also asked by the lovely @mariekenworthy 💕

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