#human!lucille

[excentricbumblebee]

Human!Lucille the bat at German comic con in Dortmund. ❤️❤️❤️ I had a blast with this cosplay! Didn’t see it done so far and even Ross Marquand and Michael cudlitz recognized it! 😍

[snowypast]

“Hmm... This is rather flattering... I could always take it when I change back, but I really should pay for it... Decisions...”

[snowypast]

"I...I couldn't be around anyone yesterday."

"It just hurt--It's not supposed to hurt, it never hurts-- Maybe this is why I shouldn't be mortal. Being mortal on your death day, it's unnatural. Isn't it? 

At least now I'm feeling better. I think. This pain in my throat...I might not be able to talk very much."

[snowypast]

Actual Human Lucille || Colonial-Trickster

The air was growing colder around the edges of Burgess, enough for one to don a shawl or coat, and where it would be wise for the proper dress of sweeping gowns that coated toes to be worn simply for the mirth of warmth in the coming winter fall. Already, tiny flakes graced the ground before melting into small pools of glistening water. 

However, this proved little reason for Lucille to follow her parent's wishes of longer skirts, the girl still skittering about the town square in far too short of lacy trim, the laces on her brown leather boots exposed to the cold climate as she skipped about. Brown trusses of hair furled about her shoulders and back, another wild aspect to the teenage girl that caused huff from those about her age. Yet, for those who saw her without the michevious boy at her side, found only wary caution and a sweet smile from the girl as she offered meager means in exchange for goods that night. 

"I'll give you a few extra pickles if you come and sing for little Wendy tonight. She's caught an awful fever and refuses to sleep it off." The woman at the market stall asked of the girl. "I would, but my voice is too shaky these days." 

A bob of her head and a small chirp of agreeance came from the brunette. "Of course. I'll be over after dinner. Father won't be coming home until tomorrow from his hunting trip, so hold on to the pickles for me until then." An exchange for coin was made, and a turn on her heel was made to take steps away from the stand. Glancing about, she had realized the sun had passed the noon hour, and that Jack was late upon coming to the market. A pout took to her lips as she thought on his whereabouts. A small mutter remained under her breath, "If he is playing a prank without me, he'll be sure to get one on him." She had so many to plot and wanted to participate with the town's trickster. 

[snowypast]

Yuki smiled as she saw her friend. "Ah, it's been a long time."

"So it has, my friend." The girl cooed to the snow spirit, her human form staring at the other. "I don’t suppose you would like to grab something to eat with me? It’s very odd to be hungry. I understand if you don’t want to."

[snowypast]

Placing a finger on her own lips she shook her head. "I'm not telling. It's a secret, but you could figure out, maybe." Musette, still trying to be perceived cool and witty couldn't wear a brighter smile. She had missed Lucille awfully, more than she would dare to admit and it was starting to get to her to a point she felt some sort of void. As she's of love, affection is always expected, so she extended her arms in order to embrace her friend. "It has been way too long indeed."

Another small rupture of a laugh poured from her lips as she mulled the thought over. “If I want someone to fawn over me, I doubt I’d need your arrow to encourage them. Perhaps a kiss or two would suffice, wouldn’t you agree?” She grinned, licking her lips, which were not as soft as they once could have been, dried and somewhat cracked under the pressures of lack of sufficient nutrition. 

At the embrace, her smile faltered, icy eyes widening under the touch. 

Warm. Warmth. Touch. Skin, contact, touch, warmth, warm, holding, pressing, skin, touchwarmthwarmtouchskin.

She had to blink away the thoughts, the contact with the woman stunning her momentarily.

As her gaze turned back, she offered up the small curve of her lip to the other. “Ah… Yes. Have you been well over these past few… months? Has it really been that long?” She inquired. It felt like days, but the sheer contact with another proved that statement false.

[snowypast]

"Jay Gatsby." My. Gatsby smiled (Thank you for the tag)

“It’s a pleasure, Mr. Gatsby.”

“Or, may I just call you Jay? 

Also, what may I owe to this visit? You looked smartly dressed for anything going on around here.”

[snowypast]

"I don't think i have seen you before Ma'am, Nice to meet you."

“See me? You can…” Her hands ran over her arms, realizing it was that very hour in the short span of time she could be human and visible to the man before her.

“It is nice to meet you as well. It could very well be I am elusive to the eye normally that I escaped your very own. My name is Lucille. Who might you be?”