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"Luce…I chose us."

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{libation: chapter one/2} miah & lyric

Lucy: Wait. Okay yes - hurry, while Bertha's distracted by Angelina's ring -- now!! *Yanking his hand and twisting so her back hit the wall, rings of bottles dangerously close to tipping to the floor echoed in her ear. Her breath heavy and hard as she heard footsteps pause, she tilted away though it would be useless. Rick pressed against her. Distracting. The footsteps continued on. Breathless, she looked up at him and winked.* Now - go! Go! *An uncharacteristic smirk on her lips, Lucy's eyes were wrinkled from worry but now they crinkled in glee as she yanked again. Rick was letting her take lead, that was not an opportunity to miss. They ran through the door, jumping over the hay bale, vaulting over the fence hand in hand and darting into the woods. When they slowed, they were breathless from laughter as much as the sprint. They had no reason to sneak around anymore, but damn did they have a need to escape town. Freeing his hand, she put her own on her hip and declared matter-of-fact,* You deserved a break. And I'm neglected. Bertha works you to -death- Rick. *Her eyes sparkle at him.* Buttt I am afraid, since I -am- so aggrieved, *As if.*, that if you want -this- break...*She points to herself teasingly, dancing out of his reach, as she waggled her finger over her chest and face* You'll have to catch me first! *And she was off again, blonde hair streaming in the summer sun.*

Frederick: *Lucy could be a bit mad sometimes, but that was all the more reason he loved her. Now as they stood pressed against the wall, skiving off work and sneaking around, you could tell they were both a bit mad. Or at least somewhat childish. Rick couldn't deny that he missed the rush of sneaking around, if only that. Smirking playfully as her chest pressed against his, he didn't have time to enjoy it before they were off again. Restraining laughter was the hardest, but as they were home free and in the cover of trees, his laughter mixed with hers was the only thing he heard.* If only she worked me to death, then I wouldn't have to come back the next day. *He chuckled at his own joke and then wiggled his eyebrows as she feigned insult. As if he really preferred to work instead of to be with her. Trying to grab for her, a brief pout crossed his lips before he outright groaned and kept running.* Luceee! *He exhaled but after a grin, ran after her anyways.*

Leah: ...did you hear something? *Oh she knew she had to be killing him to stop - the little smirk on her lips would tell him that - but she sat up on her elbow all the same. The corset she had decided to wear -- "part two" (after the dagger she had made for him though the armorer had no idea) of his birthday gift, though Mitchell's birthday had been three weeks (and ten successful raids) ago -- was half undone, laces falling off her chest and tickling her arms more than the leaves did. Damn ribbon. His hand crested in her hair to tug some tiny stick out, carrassing her bare upper back - and she knew he was about to pull her down.* Shh, wait. *That time she actually had heard something. Why that would be, when they were deep in the forest and enclosed in a private grove...she couldn't guess bu-* Mitchell Stone! *Her voice cracked with the sudden rush of pleasure. Her hair whipped to glare at him.* Wait -one- moment, I swear I heard some--*

Mitchell: Nope. *He reached for her face again, though she kept annoyingly out of reach, so he sat up a little to try and coax her back to him; honestly who would be here anyways? It was completely secluded. Hand sliding up her back to her neck, he was about to pull her back, sitting up a little when she just pulled back again. Sighing, her sitting up just gave him an ample view of her breasts, so perfectly pushed up by his "birthday present". Smirking a moment, he leaned in and sucked on the milky white skin, grinning as she gasped.* There is nothing out there- 

Lucy: Oh! *Pulling up short after burst through the grove's walls - the hangings falling behind her with laughable speed considering her sudden halt.* 

Leah: Lucy! *Her eyes going wide, she yanked the top up though nothing was showing, reaching behind her for a shawl.*

Lucy: Leah! *Panting breathlessly one - two - three-,* Oh! *She swivelled to cover her eyes, cheeks blushing a dark scarlet.* I didn't see anything I swear--!

Leah: *Oh thank God Mitchell's pants were still on. She giggled once, sheepish.* It's all right--er-uh--were you looking for one of us?

Lucy: *lowers hands slowly, turning if possible, more scarlet* No, no, uh--

Leah: ..wait--

Lucy: Yes.

Leah: *flinches from a preemptive groan* God, really?

Lucy: *nods, then waves a small wave adding meekly,* Hi Mitchell.

Mitchell: *Oh, whoops. Never mind then. Pursing his lips, he sighed, not amused with the interruption.* Hi Lucy. Bye Lucy.

Frederick: *Pushing past the vines and leaves, the first person he saw was Lucy of course, his arms wrapping around her waist instinctively and then he suddenly paused, realizing who was there. He didn't need a double take, dear God, seeing it once was enough.* Oh for fuck's sake, -really-? *The initial shock was almost completely replaced by "should have seen that coming". A lot of things made sense now, and some things he really didn't want to know, at all, nothing, in the slightest.* -Him-?

Lucy: *meek* Mitch, I am so sorry-

Leah: Frederick! *Scowling, even as she holds the shawl around her tighter, besides the immediate offense at his words she gapes*

Mitchell: Me. *rolls his eyes and then points to the spot they both emerged from* Now, please. G'it.

Lucy: *Cheeks still burning bright red, as his arms close in and pull her against him - she suddenly grabs his arms tighter, holding them around her. Better that than him going for his wand, she thinks bitter - cut off from speaking aloud as three very vocal people keep interrupting her.*

Frederick: Are you honestly telling me to leave so you can shag my cousin?

Mitchell: No, *brightly* I'm telling you to leave so I can make love to your cousin.

Leah: *brightly* How about we stop talking about your cousin like she isn't sitting here?

Lucy: *wrinkles her nose, saying slowly,* Or maybe breathe--?

Frederick: *He glared and it took all the willpower he possessed not to reach for his wand (and his sword was still under his bed because he had been in the middle of work.* You really have no shame- God's sake, Leah, get off his lap already! *he rolled his eyes 

Mitchell: I quite like her on my lap.

Frederick: Shut up!

Leah: *Oh for heavens sakes--* Mitchell Matthew Stone. *Eyes rolling as she smacks his shoulder, she goes to stand...only promptly sits back down at Rick's words. She wouldn't do it because he ordered her too. Rolling her eyes, there's a flicker of fear in her heart too: Frederick had never been her first choice to find out about her and Mitchell. Looking warily at Lucy she takes a deep breath herself and nods,* Breathing sounds good. 

Lucy: *relieved to see Leah calm a bit - and still holding Rick's arms - she softens and then bites her lip looking between them steely* If you're going to yell, at least use each other's first names, all right? 

Leah: Or don't yell. *tightens shawl*

Lucy: Yes but-

Leah: *sigh* I know, realistic goals. 

Frederick: *He rolled his eyes, Merlin was Leah so difficult. Godspeed to Stone, honestly, because anyone else would have to be bonkers to put up with that amount of annoying stubbornness*

Mitchell: *Ignoring the reprimand with a smirk, it only widened as Leah firmly sat back down.* You should have asked a little nicer, mate.

Frederick: *he grits his teeth and then attempts his own false cheery tone.* Fine. I kindly ask you to put on your shirt.

Mitchell: I politely decline. *smiles*

Frederick: I don't want to breathe-

Mitchell: Then please stop! Don't let us bother you. As a good samaritan, I can even help you with your wish. I'm all about giving back, you see.

Frederick: God, you're such a tosser.

Mitchell: Are you calling God a tosser, -Frederick-? *his eyebrows arch* Lucy's mum will have your head for that. Two hundred hail Mary's next time you're at church.

Frederick: Don't you have anything better to do than to throw jibes around? *His eyes close and he groans in frustration as he sees Mitchell open his mouth to reply and Rick realizes what answers were sure to be given out, and he really didn't want to think about Leah that way ever again.* Don't say anything!

Mitchell: You asked the question! *smirks* Not my fault you don't like the answers.

Frederick: *his lips pursed in a thin line, and he had to remind himself to ease on his grip a little, his thumbs subconsciously running small circles on Lucy's waist, and he exhales.* I don't understand.

Mitchell: Really?! *he gestures to Lucy, his face shocked and aggravated* You're with Luce and you can't understand this-

Frederick: No, you pig's-cock-for-brains, that's not what I meant.

Mitchell: *he had to restrain laughter and merely reminded* Name rule!

Frederick: Isn't that what Mitchell means in Hebrew? Oh! My bad.

Mitchell: Now who's got jokes? *his lips twitch* Bertha's got to you. *He was almost a little proud of the insult. It was amateur's work, of course, but it was a lot better than "tosser" or "sot" or "bastard"*

Frederick: *he exhales and shakes his, grunting out a "never mind" under his breath.* Let's just go, Luce.

Lucy: *exchanging a look with Leah filled with exasperation and understanding, she sighs. Rick's fingers were pinching and gripping tighter, but she paid it no mind: she rather he grip her than go for a weapon. Even if a stick was all he had - and she knew bloody well he could cast wandlessly.* Mitch, my mum can order prayers just fine by herself - let's not give her ideas.

Leah: *her lips flick as she instantly thinks clearly around the some lines as them: oh yes. They had been entangled in a rather enjoyable pastime. Still as they continued...actually she had an idea she liked more.* No - wait. *Now she stood up, buttoning the blouse over the revealing corset and fixed the skirts. For a moment she looked only at her cousin, a blazing intensity in her gaze.* Rick, please don't just go - I have wanted to talk to you about this for ages. *tiny pause* Well not specifically this, because gross, -*hurriedly looks to Mitch, jerking her thumb back* to him I mean -- *looks back to Rick,* but generally. I--Iwanted to tell you when...well, everything went down. *She folds her arms on her chest, saying quieter.* So I could tell you I understand. *she presses her lips together hard* Please?

Lucy: *A little startled by the honesty - her gaze darts to Mitchell instantly, wondering suddenly if he felt as guilty as she did at times and then thinking: no, from what she knew, Mitchell guilted himself a hell of a lot more. Yet she was undeniably curious suddenly -- had he felt as torn as she? And she pulls herself gently from Rick, looking at him sideways with the same intense look - but saying genial, soft,* Sounds like a good idea to me. *quieter* It's kind of nice when you think of it that way, Leah that we're not alone.

Leah: *nods, though her lips twitched again too,* Yes exactly -- and Rick, hell of an insult. *winks at him, then looks apologetic to Mitch and leans to peck his cheek.*

Lucy: *Tiniest giggle at her gesture, she keeps her eyes back on Rick and then echoes, lifted their still joined hands to kiss the back of, eyes twinkling.*

Mitchell: *He groaned as Leah stood finally, knowing fun was over. He had needs! He licked his lips and frowned, fully intent on having his way with her later.*

Frederick: *His idea of "break" didn't usually involve his cousin or a man he disliked so much, and he rather it remain that way, but he had to admit he was curious. Not for details, God no, but well...they -were- in the same boat, or a very similar one at least.* But you didn't tell me. *he shrugged* Still don't trust me?

Mitchell: Nope- oww! *he rubbed his shin, and rolled his eyes. Well, that was rude. He had only been speaking the truth for himself.*

Frederick: *Utterly ignoring Mitchell, his gaze fixed on Leah's, he noticed the sincerity in her eyes and after a quick glance at Luce as she pulled away and vouched for the idea (of course she did) he turned back and nodded.* Sure. Why not?

Mitchell: *Damn. He exhaled sufferingly, only slightly placated by the kiss on his cheek. First time he's seen her in a week and a half- he wasn't pleased.* Can this be a quick discussion?

Leah: Mitchell. *She folded her arms on her chest, frustrated but admitting - it was more guilt that no, she had not trusted him that aimed her foot at him. Looking back at Frederick, she breathes easier and smiles slightly as he agreed.* Rick...it's not that I don't trust that you love Lucy, honestly, it wasn't. *looks sideways to Lucy, hesitantly*

Lucy: *lifts her chin a bit understanding in a moment and frowns briefly. But her words are free of accusation as she says softly,* Leah, if you want to ask, ask. But if you don't want someone to assume the worst of you, you should not assume the worst of them.

Leah: *A smile flicks across her lips as she realizes she's both being chastised and agrees. She turns to Rick and asks simply, curious and equally free of accusation,* Do you believe muggleborns should have equal rights? 

Lucy: *wrinkling her nose anways at the question, she folds her hands behind her back and looks at Mitchell again, knowing his irritation and also thinking maybe they shouldn't stay there for the 'short discussion' except: well, she wanted Mitchell to hear for himself. For she had every faith in Rick, and if they were fighting for anything, wasn't it for people to be able to disagree without fear of reproach? And how would anyone ever change their mind without conversations like this?*

Frederick: Well, after everything I've done, I hope you trust that much at least. *He wasn't angry, just irked but he supposed he understood why. No one in town trusted him when he first showed up, some still didn't. And even though Leah was his cousin, they weren't exactly the best of confidantes to begin with.*

Mitchell: *It was still mind blowing to him, really. It just...it was weird. And wrapping his head around it was difficult, especially because he was in the forest and he'd forget until somehow Lucy came up in conversation and consequently the way they were practically attached at the hip. Mitchell was actually a bit jealous (maybe more than a bit) that they could see each other so often. It was getting more difficult for Leah to sneak away to him. Lips pursing at Lucy's little reprimand, his eyebrows suddenly rose at Leah's straightforward question, looking from Lucy, to Leah, to Frederick. Well, this out to be good.*

Frederick: *Well, just cutting to the chase then, just like that. Brilliant. He shouldn't be surprised, it was Leah after all. Leah, whose sudden "camaraderie" with some Lords, notably Tyrelion, months ago suddenly made much more sense. She had been working with Mitchell and his gang all along. He almost laughed. Then he focused back on the question, and what really surprised him was the fact that he knew the answer immediately.* Yes.

Mitchell: *He snorted and then uncrossed his arms as he was hit with three different set of glares.* All muggleborns? Even me?

Frederick: *rolls eyes* Yes, even you.

Lucy: *The instant he spoke, her lips flicked a fond smile though she held Mitchell's gaze. Honestly, she understood the hesitance, she'd only ever heard one statement of what Rick had used to stay and it had churned her stomach but on the other hand -- no, no she didn't get their hesitance. Did they have such a low opinion of her that they thought she'd stay with someone who honestly thought she was beneath him? Still she smiled; if they didn't believe the answer from his own lips then there was nothing she nor Rick could do, and she still liked hearing it from him.*

Leah: *ignoring Mitchell's snort she lifted her chin and smiled too, gaze flicking between the three of them before saying softer, aware of her own irony* ...God, I wish you were at court. *It would have been nice to have someone there actually understand - not just feel sorry for them as Kitty and Jane and even George did mostly.*

Lucy: *frowns* Leah-

Leah: What!? I'm sorry, it's true, *she lays her hands on her heart* just because selfishly, I'd like having someone there I could be honest with! *A hand comes out--* I suppose what I really wish is that you could both - well that we could all - be wherever the hell we want to be and do whatever we want - because this -is- utter bollocks, it is, all of it, but if I'm still looking for realistic goals, I would like to talk to someone honestly and not have to lie, or cover or leave out details, just -- *she lifts her hands and rubs her face, muttering more under her breath about 'damn tyrelion' and then her eyes snap open and she looks between all of them, saying louder and less breathily,* Just. To not feel judged or pity because you're in love with someone that they say you shouldn't. 

Lucy: *rubbing under her eyes, she nods instantly, though she looks sideways at Rick still - honestly hating anything that made her feel as though it was her that took him from that, even though she knew logically it wasn't.* Well, that's what I want too. *quiet*

Frederick: *He snorted, smirking in amusement with the thought of the looks he'd get if he came back to court with Lucy in hand.* I didn't know you missed me so much, Leah.

Mitchell: Can't see why. *Frederick didn't seem like the type of person you'd miss, more like sing hallelujah choruses for their absence, but he couldn't say that out loud- the next kicked aimed his way could be placed a little higher.*

Frederick: *He definitely understood Leah's point. If he could have Lucy with him at court, he'd have preferred that. He liked court, being Lord, was proud...but Lucy was much more important to him. If he could honestly have it all, he would not hesitate. Well, only at first to ask if being at court was something Lucy wanted.* Yeah, I don't envy all the lying you're having to do now. I know how that feels.

Mitchell: It's what we all want here. And it pains me to admit it, because I dislike having things in common with you, Frederick. *he purses his lips and then he shrugs* It can happen, it will happen.

Frederick: Gonna wave your hand and make it all better, Mitchell?

Mitchell: *rolls eyes* No but, that's what we're fighting for isn't it? Choices, the ability to have choices to do what you want- which is bloody well ridiculous because it's supposed to be innate right, but...*he shrugged* 

Frederick: *dryly* Eloquent.

Mitchell: Thank you.

Lucy: *Okay, so perhaps she was oversensitive to it but dear God why was it they couldn't get through more than a few sentences without insulting each other? Men. Still she lifted her head as she considered another way: she knew Rick would have preferred she come to court. Oddly enough, she thought she'd have preferred that too. For all the backstabbing hypocrisy, the court was a place she genuinely could make a difference at and affect just by being there. And was it a crime she had spent so many years in the stables watching noblewomen and girls her age go to grand parties, feasts and celebrations and wish she could go as well? To not want to worry if they would have enough money to buy food for the week - to not spend winters huddled around a fire she tended all night, even if she had learned how to do so magically? A shiver trailed down her spine as she admitted that her at court also would have meant that Rick's family accepted her...she supposed that was what she craved and realized she'd reached for Rick's arm only after she'd taken it.* Well-speaking of which though -- *her eyes flicked to Leah, hesitant*

Leah: *Had nodded at Rick, amused a moment as she said lightly,* Oh you never believed the load of bull I had to come up with anyway Frederick. *But she knew he'd never considered -this- scenario either. Especially not so vividly. Was it extremely warm? ...Oh, she had to stop looking at Mitchell's bare chest. Hearing Lucy, she arched an eyebrow and looked back,* Yeah?

Lucy: *simply* Leah, I'm at the court. I mean not inside, obviously but-

Leah: -the stables. *At once, with a look of dawning comprehension, and a tinier smile.* ...you're thinking...-

Lucy: *shrugs* They don't trust me, any of them but-

Leah: To be fair, you did steal a horse. *Her lips flick.*

Lucy: That blighter deserved worse than that.

Leah: I don't disagree. *amused*

Lucy: But yes. *nods* Just because Henry actually saddles the majority now doesn't mean I couldn't cast a spell on them - there's some kind of listener's aid isn't there?

Leah: *smiles slowly as she considers* So you cast the spell and then wherever theygo on that saddle...you could hear what they say?

Lucy: *nods once* They're more likely to be discussing dastardly plots outside the court walls aren't they? But it's more than that - I mean - the stables are also a uh-- *casts glance to Rick suddenly grinning*--place people will go to get away, if I just stay out of view...

Leah: *Her lips flicked up as she looked at Mitchell while Lucy looked to Rick. Her smirk wide, her words were simple.* We know.

Lucy: *snorts* Yes, well - it's just a shame I've been made so visible since before that...I mean servants overhear -everything,- Leah, Rick. *she pauses looking back at him.*

Leah: *her lips flick sadly as she suddenly remembers Mitchell's brother telling her that too...God, eighteen, nineteen years ago, but she smiles and nods.* ...right but, still-

Lucy: *smiles* Still. I know how to make myself invisible. *squeezing Rick's arm in comfort* 

Leah: *looking between Rick and Lucy with a similar smile* ...you really want to help, don't you?

Frederick: *He turned his head as Lucy took his arm again, and took a step closer to her out of habit before he turned to Leah as she spoke again.* No, I didn't. *You couldn't lie to a liar, not completely. Besides, he knew he was a far better liar than Leah, if only because he had more experience. Still, it wasn't something he was particularly proud of so he kept silent.*

Mitchell: *Smirking briefly, knowing all too well the act that Leah had to put on for the court. Seeing it in action was decidedly not one of his favorites nights. Turning back to the conversation, his smirk only widened at the mention of the stables. Winking once in Leah's direction, his smirk turned into a grin at Lucy's suggestion.* Brilliant. 

Frederick: *Even the brief mention of Weston made his blood boil. Frederick was not one to forget a slight, and one made against Lucy even less. He had a very long memory, and one day that bastard would pay the price of his wrath. But he kept silent. It was more like him- cold anger. Nevertheless, he held onto Lucy closer and nodded.* Yes. However little help I can offer, at least it's something.

Mitchell: And you're just following Lucy on this.

Frederick: *Mostly. He just didn't think there was much he could do, not without putting Lucy at risk and he wouldn't do that.*

Leah: *arching an eyebrow as she relaxes against the tree, more at ease now that she was at least sure they weren't going to stab each other. With swords, that was: they clearly were attempting to stick each other with words but. She sighed, grateful for the armor of their egos.* Well. Lucy...speaking of lying...

Lucy: *As Rick drew her closer she had to admit she took comfort innately: how he seemed to know the incident with Matthew still bothered her, she didn't know. At Leah's hesitance, she stills seeming to realize, she waits, and then nods.* You want to insult me?

Leah: *She winces. Technically she already had. Rick too, considering Willas had been so 'concerned for her' as he 'knew this was another betrayal at the hands of a mudblood'--ugh, shestopped thinking, cleared her throat and spoke.* Not generally, Luce--

Lucy: No, *calmly* I get it - in front of them. It would bolster your credentials.

Leah: *eyes flick as she looks at Rick an instant, a tiny smirk on her lips. Her expression was clear: damn. Lucy would do well at court. And then she looked back,* You can insult me too, obviously. 

Lucy: *she laughs* I could always steal your horse?

Leah: *snorts* Well, yes, but don't go near my sword okay? *amused* I already had to steal it back once.

Lucy: I wouldn't dream. *lacing her fingers with Rick, looking back to Mitchell.* Mitch, -is- there something else we could do in town? *She meant that Rick could do. She desperately wanted to ask him too, if he ever planned - once exonerated - to talk to Leah's family...but she didn't know how, and figured mentioning Rick's uncle to him would not help ... anyone there actually.*

Frederick: *He frowned, instantly disliking the idea of Lucy being insulted any more period, but he begrudgingly reminded himself it was only Leah, and it would probably hurt her more to say those things and pretend to mean them then having Lucy hear it knowing it was just a lie. Nevertheless he was proud of her for seeming to understand Leah easily and perfectly, a small smirk crossing his lips.*

Mitchell: *He'd much rather have Leah in the forest with him. Obviously, he would. Just the thought of her undercover work made him frown (and the smallest most fleeting thought of Tyrelion filled him with murderous rage.) but he knew it was necessary. Logically, he knew it was necessary, emotionally, no. Emotionally he stilled sparred with Hector every night to get all his anger out. Arthur and Kenneth had already said they wouldn't spar with him anymore, for fear of him killing them. He had a feeling they were only half joking. Contemplating for a moment as a question was addressed to him he turned to Frederick, eyebrows raised* Any chance of you crawling back on your knees-

Frederick: *immediately, snapping* None.

Mitchell: Obviously, to infiltrate the group.

Frederick: Never.

Mitchell: Granted, they'd probably have you kill someone to let them gain your trust, that would be after you pretended to be your past-usual prick self.

Frederick: *firmly* I'm not putting Lucy in danger.

Mitchell: *tilts his head and admits* She already is-

Frederick: In further danger, then! You just want me to go back don't you-

Mitchell: You asked for a way to help!

Frederick: One you knew I wouldn't take!

Mitchell: We all have sacrifices to make-

Frederick: Fuck you, Mitchell.

Mitchell: What? Afraid you'll be hated again? It happens. We'd know the truth, at least.

Frederick: You know very well you don't trust me enough to "infiltrate" because you still think I'd turn my back on all of you.

Mitchell: Yeah you're right! *he stood up* I still don't trust you. *he snatched his shirt from a branch and put it over his head.* I'm leaving.

Frederick: Good riddance.

Mitchell: Not a big man now without your sword are you, -Frederick-?

Frederick: I don't need a sword to put a hole through you, -Mitchell-, so watch yourself.

Mitchell: *scoff* Please, you don't scare me. You want to help?

Frederick: *teeth gritted* Why the bloody hell do you still think I'm here looking at your fucking ugly face?

Mitchell: *ignores this and then smirks* Then go to Damocles and petition him for a charter.

Frederick: *thrown* a charter?

Mitchell: Yes. For a bank. You mentioned it to Kitty one day didn't you? Kitty told Leah, Leah told me. I think it's a fucking fantastic idea, and I'm only sorry you were the one that came up with it.

Frederick: What the fuck do you know about banks, Mitchell?

Mitchell: Nothing, but you do. That's the point. You're the only one "qualified" enough to ever run one. Well, Karyn might have been the other, but seeing as how she's on the run too-

Frederick: So all that stuff before, you were just pulling my leg?

Mitchell: *smirk* I just wanted to see what you'd say. Still don't trust you with my life, personally, but details.

Leah: *Huh. Bark didn't squish. Thud. Thud. Her eyes were closed the moment Mitchell made the suggestion; for a second she had to admit whoever they were, would believe Frederick over her, before the inevitable made her groan. And repeatedly knock her head against the tree with every sentence. Especially as Mitchell changed tactics so fast - which she'd anticipated really - and she rolled her eyes.* Mi--

Lucy: -just wanted to see what he'd say!? *breathing heavily, she had only been silenced as Rick mentioned how it would put her in danger, calmed by his concern. And yet still, were Lucy a cat her tail would be sticking straight up with her eyebrow.* Mitchell Stone, he is not a lab rat. Anymore than we are for -*jerks her head in the general direction of the far off manor*-for them!

Leah: *she screws her lips up adding evenly,* Nor is Mitch an idiot, Luce.

Lucy: *blink, thrown a bit* I haven't treated him as one.

Leah: *under her breath* Orugly. *so they all could hear now,* No I know, I just thought you might stop explaining the obvious. 

Lucy: *Shenarrows her eyes...then sees Leah mouth 'leave it' and realizes (though not without frustration) how Mitchell and Rick (in their way) had just declared they'd work together, that Mitch thought he had a good idea. She sighs and nods.* Right. Well. Either way, any more tests Mitchell? *arches brow irritated*

Leah: *snorts and then pushes off the tree, eyes back on Rick and saying softer, sincerity back in her eyes as she said quietly,* And I do. Just for the record, Rick. I mean that's when we aren't sparring, obviously, but that's different. *she grins slightly.*

Lucy: *still squeezing Rick's hand and looking at Mitchell, she adds softer herself,* The bank is a good idea.

Mitchell: *To be honest, he was surprised he didn't suffer any more than a verbal lashing. Still, he had needed to test Frederick. If he was going to work with him, he needed to at least know he wouldn't anything stupid.* We'd give the money to the people that way.

Frederick: I figured. *he shrugged* Simple enough. They'd all need to open accounts, after that it's just a matter of adding the money in as deposits. They'd have to be explained that they need to keep money in the bank at all times though, they just can't withdraw it all, otherwise there'd be no chance for them to increase their earnings-

Mitchell: I'll leave that to you. *He was more than capable, at least. Besides that way, there'd be less of a chance of the money he and the gang were giving to simply be snatched back.* I'd talk to Esther if I were you, she could help you make them understand. Kenneth's brother, Ian, you know 'im? Sharp lad,  eager to help, unfortunately not so easy to dissuade. I'd rather he didn't try and tackle on a whole garrison with a butcher knife.

Frederick: *He would need to hire a staff of three others at least. Preferably a few who were more prone to smile given that Rick himself wasn't exactly an expert on customeng to the much easier smirk.* Right.

Mitchell: Aww, see, we're all getting along. *grins and then he licks his lips and then motions outwardly* We were here first though, seriously.

Frederick: Leah it's not too late to change your mind. *dryly* There must be some other outlaw out there for you instead of this one.

Mitchell: Haha. Leave, please. I'm two minutes away from begging, and three minutes away from taking myself in-

Frederick: We're leaving. *he tugs on Lucy's hand, squeezing her fingers between his tighter.*

Leah: *Her lips flick wide with relief: the usual bickering through the details now only making her smile. It was better than expected. Much, really. Nodding at Rick once more with a similar smirk she doesn't see the need to say more and well. Mitchell took care of talking for her. She snorted,* Believe me Rick, I've thought about it.

Lucy: *Yes, she thought briefly, Mitchell and Leah certainly had thought about the entire known world it had seemed, during the years and years of ridiculous denial. Happy to see them smiling now, she squeezed Rick's hand back adding lightly,* Oh, and happy birthday Mitchell. My mum prayed for you on the actual day -*her smile flicks teasingly*- but, when you do come by there's a better present too: she stitched you a new shirt. Well I helped.

Leah: You hate sewing too. *smirk widens even as she looks exasperated, and simply stays still playing with her necklace, thinking about his "present" here.*

Lucy: I really rath--*feels Rick tugging on her hand and arm again and giggles suddenly*--er do yes-- geesh, impatient aren't they? *teasing, even as she lets Rick pull her back (well all right she did not have much choice)*

Leah: Very. *laughing and waves bye to both of, then looks back at Mitchell and has her hands on her hips saying drily* Taking your -self- in hand!? 

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{chapter twenty-seven: 6} lyric

Lucy: *The best things come in small packages, her mother had parroted to her since she realized that even though she was only fourteen years, she was never going to grow taller. She had never doubted that; she honestly enjoyed it, particularly considering how large Rick was. She was melded into his back now, and she half thought were his arm not around her she would not still be standing. Yet her mother also had said that a straw will show which way the wind blows, and she wanted to see now. She wanted to be able to look into Daniel's eyes, offer comfort, offer anything - bloody hell, she had known the man all her life. As glad as she was that Arthur had escaped, that Karyn would not be there to see ... she hated the thought of Daniel dying alone.

Rick's arm tightened around her suddenly, and her eyes darted from straining to see the scaffold -- where the bloody hell was Daniel, anyway? -- to the ramparts, imagining there must have been someone up there he recognized, fear in her eyes, and gut that she'd see his father. An apology was planned word for word, but she knew it would not fall from her lips if she saw Cyrus, for want to scream how dare he refuse to recognize his son, how dare he make her feel so responsible for it, and why pride was more important than happiness.

She was relieved to recognize only Etta, and promptly laid her cheek against Rick's shoulder. Murmuring warm against his ear,* I, love, you. This is...god, I have no words. I don't know what I'd do without you here. *Lucy slipped her arm around his waist too. Up on those ramparts was his sister, with the knights his old friends, his cousins surrounded them everywhere - Lord, how many Brackners were there? For the most part in nearly a month, he had not seen any of them and if they deigned to come see him it was only to mock, or puzzle or gape. The few that did not apply to who honestly had proven their affection for him, almost hurt him worst she thought - they lived a very different life, and only served to remind him of it. Yet he was there with her. Tears were already threatening to fall, but her jawline tightened seeing the sheriff appear, hatred replacing sorrow in her eyes.* 

Frederick: *He hadn't hesitated for a moment to offer to come here with Lucy. As soon as she had made her mind up on coming, he knew he would be there for her, holding her, keeping her together. Lucy was a strong woman but this...this would phase even those with hearts of ice, and Lucy's heart was certainly not made of it. He knew perfectly well the people he was bound to see, the possible pointing and gestures he'd have to ignore, but he'd ignore them all without a trouble and that was exactly what he was doing. He was not here for them, he was here for Lucy. He did not know the man sentenced to die personally, only that he was Karyn (and Arthur's) father, only that he had been framed. That man did not deserve this.

He only looked up at the ramparts once, and easily found his sister. She was a commanding presence without trying, and now when she put effort into it, it was all the more effective. Their gazes met and after a few seconds, her head shook once, barely noticeable; she had managed to figure out exactly what he was thinking. Cyrus Brackner was not among them.

He tilted his head level again, having found Virgil though he knew that for sanity's sake, he could not keep looking. The longer he kept looking, the more chances he had of finding someone pointing at them, whispering, sneering. And God help Weston if he saw him, because then Rick would surely have no restraint. Instead, he focused on Lucy, holding her tighter, kissing her forehead in hopes of easing her as she began speaking again.* You don't ever have to find out, my love. I'm here, I'll always be here.

Lucy: *As his lips met her forehead, her frown softened but she couldn't seem to tear her eyes from looking at the Sheriff. He was sneering, the bastard was giddy up on that scaffold, conferring with another of the councillors. Teeth gnashed together, she finally just closed her eyes, leaned against him and let his words flutter over her.* Thank you... *Lucy let out a breath, then another. How it was he came to be there beside her -- she couldn't say it was some odd coincidence or that they didn't deserve it, because she remembered every detail painfully vividly and they worked at it. God, every day. She was lucky. It was hard to remind herself of that now, when her oldest friend's father was a quarter hour from death, but the fact that Rick was there...she was lucky. 

By the time she let her eyes open, she only said calmly,* He's shorter up closer. *She gestured to the sheriff, though her jawline was still hard. She looked back at Rick, muttering,* The bastard isn't going to win. Arthur's out, Rick, he's out and -- he, Ken, Mitch - they aren't going to stop. *Quietly, she looked back at him.* I know you're with me, and I love you so much. I'm with them. Rick...they're going to need me. And I'll do anything, this...this has to stop. And Arthur's one of my oldest friends...I want to find him, and I--well I know how.

Frederick: *He snorted, his gaze flicking towards the Sheriff at her comment. Frederick had never liked the man, not even when he was still at court. He was just so...unpleasant, imposing, bordering on being a complete delinquent. Men like that, when they weren't on the side of the 'law', had the tendency of becoming serial killers and mass murderers. Though, he was already well on his way to that, and today was not the beginning of it.

His gaze didn't linger long, however. Frederick turned his attention right back to Lucy, rubbing her arms, listening to her talk with a fury he hadn't heard on her before. As every day passed, Lucy was more and more determined to help her friends and he supported that. He would do the same if it was his friends and his family being persecuted, even if at the moment he wasn't sure who exactly qualified in those categories anymore. He nodded silently, licking his lips and then paused, his head tilting in curiosity at her last statement.* How?

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{chapter twenty-four: 5} lucy, matthew, damocles

Lucy: *Her forehead furrowed with concentration. She knew he was a moment from insinuating that ‘stupid mudbloods’ could not properly saddle a horse in what he thought was a clever remark, all the while unaware that she actually was entirely preoccupied with the fallacy that she might be able to hold her tongue. This man meant absolutely nothing to her, she thought (reminded herself) as fiercely as she tightened the loop, a whinny of dismay answering her. She murmured to the horse’s neck,* I know, me too honey.

Matthew: What was that? *He had been turned the other way, smug look on his face as he surveyed the gaggle of girls near the training field edge. One had waved at him, but hearing the muttered remark he turned back, brows arching over a smirk that did not move.* Did you just call me ‘honey’?

Lucy: *Is m’lord hard of hearing? She almost said it, really it was on the tip of her tongue but the last time she had said something out of bounds…* No, my lord.

Matthew: *If the smirk moved, it was only to lift up, gaze surveying her up and down halting -he took his time- before he responded,* Lying is unattractive.

Lucy: *…the last time, Rick had returned to her arms. Why was she holding her tongue again?* Many things are unattractive, my lord. *She tied another loop, breath quick, still not looking back at him.* I imagine you’re well acquainted with them indeed. *Now she looks over the saddle at him.* In this case however, I did not lie, for I was referring to the horse.

Matthew: *His gaze narrowing, hand falling to land on the hilt of the sword. He opened his mouth and shut it several moments, seeming to decide which offensive insinuation to respond to and settled for,* The horse. I am not surprised. *He looks back over to the ladies smirking again.* Your kind would associate as such.

Lucy: *Her hands pause on the third loop, unable to help herself from looking up now, anger flashing behind her eyes,* Regarding treating other living creatures with kindness and compassion?

Matthew: *He only snorts.* I had heard you were actually partial to more…rough rides.

Lucy: *Her nails bit into the leather of the saddle, if only to avoid causing more pain to the horse. A horse she was desperately considering letting free at that moment.* How remarkable. The court still deigns to talk about me. I am impossibly flattered.

Matthew: Oh, they do more than talk about you, Lucy. *He looks back at her now, fixing her with a suddenly stern look.* I can promise you that.

Lucy: *As a shiver trails down her spine, the line of her mouth only thins.* And you know my name. What should I do with my gratitude, Matthew?

Matthew: Lord Weston. *He snaps it.*

Lucy: And here I thought you were insisting on familiarity, my lord. *Snaps as well, looking back to the saddle.*

Matthew: *He watches her work bored a moment, licking his lower lip and rocking back on his heels, regarding her now with bemusement.* Your name is Lucy Harte. *As expected her hands still once more, but after a single nervous flick of her lips, she resumed and he continued talking.* You’re the reason Frederick was driven to dishonor.

Lucy: *muttering angrily under her breath* Rick has more honor in his pinky finger than you do in your entire being.

Matthew: I had heard you were particularly insolent. *as if he hadn’t heard her, taking another step closer to her, enjoying the fact she shivered in a non-existent breeze as he did so. His gaze trailed over her again, tilting his head, eyes trained far beneath her own as he deigned to continue responding aloud,* Insolence can be enjoyable.

Lucy: *She only let herself shiver once, though her breath was quick and she felt if she were a four legged animal her haunches would be raised by his sudden, creeping proximity. Still she only mutters,* More rough rides? If you desire, I do know where a hippogriff may be located. *Eyes flashing, she looks over her shoulder, startled to realize exactly how close he was and glares at him. Her words gain that sickly sweet tone Rick made fun of, that he would kiss away,* I am sure she would be honored to bear your lordly self. Shall I find her?

Matthew: *He doesn’t answer or move away, a hand falling to rest instead on the stable, rather near her own. She shrinks from him, but his smirk only widens.* I must admit, despite the surprise, Frederick’s motivation is…*his gaze trailing back up to her eyes finally, lips flicking* …understandable now.

Lucy: Rick chose love instead of hatred, compassion in place of hatred. *Heated.*

Matthew: *He laughs, and it chills her, his eyes wide as he looks back over his shoulder before looking back to her,* Oh, that is not what Rickchose. Your spirit is … *he licks his bottom lip again*

Lucy: You are too close, my lord. *Her hand tightening on the stirrup.* And I am not a horse to be described as such.

Matthew: *He laughs again, shrugging once, lifting his hand now to gently—impossibly gently—push her curls off her shoulder.* That’s the spirit. *He smirks, as she grabs his wrist and flings his hand away, he only laughs once more.* And fire too.

Lucy: If you do not step back. *heated still under her breath, eyes narrowed in anger and disgust. First, she shook her curl back over her shoulder.* Rest assured I am more than capable of making you, boy.

Matthew: *Apparently, that touched a nerve, for his smirk faded, strengthened instead now by cruelty.* Do not think you can toy with me, you little-

Lucy: Cunt? *She cuts him off, arching an eyebrow.* Shall you name me by the only part of me you’d consider worthy?

Matthew: *Eyes, jawline thinning.* Have you enjoyed seducing a Lord, Lucy? Do you imagine you’re something special now, made different? *Tiniest chuckle, though the easy warmth from before is gone.* Glad to have split a family up, just for the remarkably unspectacular reward of your cunt?

Lucy: If it is so remarkably unspectacular. *Her voice is even, though breathy. Her jawline lifts in a tiny smirk of her own, breath still harsh,* Why do you stare at me as a prize? One out of your reach, I might add, you could not jump to scrape at my toes.

Matthew: *his mouth opens and shuts again, gaze darting over his shoulder before looking back the second time.* He will tire of you, you know. He always does. *He leans forward to whisper,* But rest assured when he does Lucy, you need not look far for another Lord to take you. I have no trouble confessing bedding you would be - *he looks*- an exquisite pleasure.

Lucy: *The small smirk she had worn did not move, but without another word or breath he suddenly doubled over in pain. Lucy blinked astonished at the stream of obscenities suddenly loose from Matthew’s mouth as he fell onto his knees. What spell had she even used? Her heart pounding and eyes going round as saucers, she couldn’t help but smirk wider to see whatever spell it was—it clearly was painful in an…exquisiteplace. When she saw his wand protruding from his cloak, among the stream of —you little fucking mudblood whore— she simply kicked his knee (which sent him to face plant in the ground), stepped back and had hoisted herself atop the horse in an instant. Good, she thought as she took the reins, the horse deserved a better rider than he.*

Matthew: That’s my horse! *It interrupted the stream of obscenities as he spat out dirt and twigs.*

Lucy: Why my lord. *Her hand laid over her heart.* I thought you wanted to give me a ride? So kind of you, really, I am utterly flattered. *She blew him a kiss despite it churning her stomach, blood hot and adrenaline rife in her veins, spurring the horse forward. He yelled ‘This isn’t over, Lucy!’ but she ignored that too, riding back and hard towards town. They did need a stallion, she thought at the back of her mind, and if she could get it to Mitchell - they would be able to sell it for her elsewhere, repay her father the money she had cost him.

As the hooves pounded the ground in a ragged pace to match her sporadic heart, she spotted Lord Damocles on the edge of town and winced. It would figure she would see him now, atop a stolen horse (though she thought if she explained the vile words from Matthew he would grant her it freely). Slowing to a halt, she went to dismount before realizing, Damocles had not even looked up. The Lord wore a cloak she thought must have disguised him previously, and he was perched on a hay bale unconcerned, hand draped off his knee. Nor was he alone as she had thought, there was a little boy beside him. It took Lucy a moment to recognize the young Robert Hall, a smile briefly gracing her lips. 

Dismounting and nudging her stolen horse around the side of the building, she tied him off before slipping a canvas down, hoping no one would come this way. As she rounded the corner once more, she stopped in shock, seeing Lord Faye hand Robert a small little sack, silver peeking through it. Robert was nodding to whatever it was the instructions were, earnest and exuberantly grateful before he ran off. Lucy felt her heart, hard from her previous encounter and beating fast, slow and melt at the look on the Lord’s face.

She still was looking after Robert when she realized he had cleared his throat, and spotted her. Pink colored her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, my lord? Did you—”

He waved her off. “It is no matter, Lucy. I merely inquired if you were all right.”

“All right?” There was an awkward pause; Damocles was clearly uncomfortable, but not in a way she thought she minded. He instead just appeared discomforted by the notion he might have embarrassed her. Or rather, he seemed to have embarrassed himself.

“You look out of breath.” He supplied.

“Oh.” She chuckles, rubbing at both cheeks and shrugs a shoulder. “I was riding. It’s nothing.”

Then she remembered a split second later, this was her sovereign.

“You honor me by asking.” Only Lord Faye waved that off too, even more discomforted. “And I should—thank you, the Halls are some of the best people I know—”

“I know.” That took her by surprise, but the discomfort cleared in his eyes and he stood to meet her gaze evenly. There was a tiny smile on his lips, even as he chided, “Esther is a gifted school teacher, Grant invaluable and his kindness unparalleled. And as is often the case, their children are little rascals and scamps surely repaying their parents past misdeeds a hundred times over, yet charming and compassionate as well. I might not know everyone as well as I would have liked to, nor do they know me but I am well aware of what it is I do, Lucy.”

She looks to the ground, cheeks beginning to burn again, muttering, “Of course, sire.”

“Look up.” He says it simply, and when she finally does obey the command (her hand finding her skirt to fidget, she is shocked to see his honest smile.

“You can call me Damocles.” His smile lifts, only making her blink. “Provided you do not inform anyone that Iwasgiving anything away. It was payment, you see, for a gift for my wife. As much as I donate to charities at Christmastime, I also know the pride in this village—a pride I am honored by, in fact. You won’t tell?”

She finds herself grinning, chuckling, and nodding at once. Her heart was in a whirlwind.”Of course I won’t, si—Damocles. Thank you.”

There was a whinny. Damocles’ arched his eyebrow, clearly surveying her pink cheeks. Then he laughed. “It seems someone demands your attention, Lucy.”

“It seems.” She laughs as well, looking down, wondering if he realized the horse in question had been stolen. If he had — it seemed he had, there was something questioning in his gaze — he let it go a moment later. She grinned relieved, even if wrong-footed.

He nods at her, beginning to depart before he turns back. The smile was gone from his eyes, though firm on his lips. A shiver of unease passed through her before she realized: he wasn’t glaring. He was sad.

“Is my…for lack of a better term, nephew…all right, Lucy?”

It took her a moment to realize he meant Frederick, considering she knew they were not actually related. But of course he considered him family nonetheless, his sister was Rick’s aunt—and she had the strangest feeling now that Damocles had lied to her, that he had given much more than necessary, that the linen in his cloak had held loaves of bread she could see others eating nearby. Her smile lifted.

“More than.” Her words were genuine and quiet, but she spoke freely now here too. It seemed something she would never be able to help. “Rick’s happy. He misses his family, his honest friends— the court, he does. I would be much obliged if you could tell his father that, and tell his father I apologize. But I imagine that wouldn’t change anything if you did, and while he does miss it…he’s happy, my l—Damocles. Happy, relaxed, and proud once more. As I am proud of him too.”

Damocles pauses, the smile back in earnest and she thought, ten fold.

“I’m proud of him too.”

Lucy stared as he left, stunned into silence with a silly little smile on her lips. It only widened when she recalled the face of Matthew in the dirt and — ignoring all that transpired before that, as she was suddenly incredibly happy — she lost herself to giggling into her hands.

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{chapter twenty-three: 6} lucy, rick, angela, charles

Frederick: *After they finished their chores amidst teasing and joking remarks, they walked to town, taking a coin out of the bag to share a pastry; Frederick chose to ignore where the coin has originally come from. Choosing a pecan and maple danish pastry from the bakery, they walked outside to eat it. Lucy teased him about his hesitance to eat it without utensils. He of course had to prove her wrong, but instead of eating it himself he pushed the piece of Danish up to her lips with a smirk.*

Angela: *Angela needed some time off from her work, and she did not fancy going back to the woods for a bit. It wasn't that she was afraid, for Angela was never afraid, but quite simply she didn't want to hear any apologies Ulrich might have for her. The man was a stubborn donkey and while previously a trait she appreciated, right at that moment it would only be infuriating. Upon further exploration of court, she discovered something that left her positively giddy: a camera. It had been stored, she assumed, because it was broken. With some help from her new friend Wilson (he was so adorable, much more than David, and she was awfully tempted to be the first one to teach him about his sexuality), she was able to find what she needed to repair the camera. The film, however, she had to nick -or how she told Wilson, borrow- from one of her other friends at court. Angela made "friends" easily. Photographing court didn't interest her, so she headed to town in tight trousers, boots, and a white string camise under her favorite corset. One of the children in town asked if she was a pirate, and she couldn't help but beam at and hug  them, knowing that was precisely the look she was going for. Walking around town, snapping pictures with the box camera (missing her old camera quite terribly), she pause as she saw a young couple, a few years older than her, being absolutely sweet sharing a pastry. They must have been newlyweds...they had no ring but they didn't look to be too well off either, maybe that was it. Either way, she got at an appropriate enough distance and after changing the aperture she snapped the picture, marveling at how quick the shutter speed was; it must have been magically enhanced.*

Frederick: *a strange noise reached his ears and he noticed a girl pointing a camera at them. Odd, he thought to himself and as Lucy hid her face in his chest for a small moment, he held her to him, a bit smug.*

Angela: *Seeing that they noticed her, she grinned and waved at them, absolutely entertained by how abashed the woman was, and how protective he was. Precious, oh, she just had to introduce herself! Walking over with a grin, she started talking before she actually reached them* You two are well on your way to making me rethink this marriage idea, hi! I'm Angela.

Lucy: *Pecan and maple were intoxicating when wrapped in flour and sugar, even when waving teasingly out of reach. Tongue suddenly wagging freely in the air as it moved away, she exclaimed,* Rick! *Giggling and whacking lightly at his shoulder (though not enough to dislodge the arm around her), she clamped her lips down. Her tongue stayed stuck out at him a heartbeat before he relented, and she wrapped one hand around his collar to keep him there as he pressed the pastry to her lips again, fluffy and nutty. Mming, she flicked her tongue against his fingertips as they lingered, only to suddenly hear an odd sound. Thrown, her gaze swiveled until she saw a...oh, God was that a camera? Strawberry-colored cheeks met his chest instantly, burrowing as a gopher might. Oh Lord, and she was coming over. Staying against Rick, her brows furrowed further but she smiled on reflex and a bit of sudden pleasure.* Hello Angela. I'm Lucy....*she blinked* ...the marriage idea?

Charles: *Oddly enough, just as he had enjoyed the day at the lake with the family, he had genuinely enjoyed the time spent with Lucy and Rick except for one thing. The alcohol. Rather, the swill that the town apparently passed as ale. No wonder they got drunk so easily, they drank to stop tasting it. Regardless, he wasn't drinking that again, and had a eighteen year old crystalline whiskey clutched in his hand for them to share when he saw who they were with. He'd paused, thinking to himself he still wasn't used to seeing them...affectionate. Or actually anyone in public like that...town. Yet he found himself grinning anyway; fond of them both and pleased with their obvious happiness. Now seeing Angela approach them, his honest smile only widened.* Rick! *Yet his eyes were on Angela, to wink as he spun around. He waited to dig the whiskey out from his cloak, crossing the streets in easy lengthy strides, handing it to him.* I found it. Afternoon, Lucy. *He grinned as if it were only due to finding the alcohol, though his eyes slid back to Angela in a heartbeat.* Hello again, Angela. *His eyes widened seeing the camera, delighted,* Is that the Brownie? I had one of those...it broke. *His eyes darted to Rick an instant, but he said nothing further on it.* I have the No. 2 F right now but...*easily* Not the same really.

  Frederick: *Marriage? Who said anything about marriage- maybe the woman had them confused with other people but that wasn't likely; not to be conceited but they were rather unique. Though he wanted to express how impolite it was of her to take the picture, he refrained. He long learned that impolite was not a word anyone in town really understood* Hello, I'm Frederick *oh, then she must have been the Angela Charles spoke of, or well, mentioned avidly was more appropriate a word.*

Angela: *She beamed, as really they were quite precious and then turned to Lucy, a bit confused.* Well, you're newlyweds aren't you? Putting your display of love and happiness for the world to see- very honeymoon like of you. *she paused in her explanation upon hearing a voice calling out a name that was unfortunately not hers but that was alright, because it was only a matter of time. Turning to look as Charles approached, she had to fight off both a look of surprise- she hadn't imagined she'd see him here. The smirk and the accompanying wave however, those she didn't hold back.*

Frederick: *Glad to have a reason to ignore Angela's assuming statement, he turned to look as Charles approached them, light amusement shown in his expressions.* Hey Charles- *he took the whiskey with a smirk* good man. *The smirk remained as he looked at Charles, eyeing him knowingly*

Angela: *Oh! Of course- Frederick Brackner, the one who was disowned, Marietta's brother and she believed Charles' first cousin. So many different family ties at court, it was hard to keep up.* Hello, Charles. *smiling earnestly at his inquiry, she wiggled her eyebrows at her own private knowledge before speaking* Did you? *She'd have to return it to him then...at an other time.* These are snapshot cameras, really. I used to have a Century that I bought back in Rochester- it was my favorite. *Angela shrugged before she turned back to Lucy and Frederick, a small smile on her face* So...you're not, married?

Lucy: *Eyes widening at the statement, she was sure her cheeks were now flaming. Brightly chuckling, she found herself speechless, chewing the Danish quickly as it caught in her throat. Having trouble finding words to dissuade her assumption, a fact probably made worse by the fact in answer she just covered her mouth (avoid trapping flies, as her mother would say) and just curled closer under Rick's arm.* Oh-er-*Well, that was what they were doing. She cut off as Charles appeared, blinking--wait, Charles?*

Charles: *wiping his hand off against his cloak without looking away from Angela for long, just grinning,* Yeah--wouldn't say no to opening it now either, it has...been a day. *An eyebrow arching,* I have more hopes for the night, honestly.

Lucy: *Speaking of putting affection on display, she thought amused.* Hello. *She didn't think he heard her but for the first time, she didn't care that he was distracted. Blinking at the camera--she'd only seen one before, and it had been huge, she tilted her head marveling.* How did it take the photograph thatquickly? *Her fingers curled over her fistful of Rick's shirt, mouth in a small oh of wonder.* When my mother had us take a portrait, I remember having to stand still for what felt like years...*tiny pause* Though I was six, and had a hard time staying still.

Charles: *Well, his Brownie had a..magical lift on that, but the minute long exposures were gone regardless.* They've improved the chemical reactions inside, an inventor Eastman created rolled film. The Brownie uses 117 rollifilm--it has a shutter speed of...oh, 1/40? *He looked to Angela (innocently) 1/42? Of a second?

Lucy: *mouths a -wow-*

Charles: Married? *For a second his heart seemed to freeze in his chest, before he saw their expressions. Well. Was it out of the question, considering how much they had surprised everyone already? Amused at how caught (and pink) Lucy was, he said lightly,* Did you lose the invitation for me, Lucy?

Lucy: Oh, Charles. *going, if possible, redder, clearing her throat,* No, no--we're not. *Was it her imagination, or was Angela smiling on at Rick at that last little question? Her brows knit together as she added pointed, tightening her arm around him,* Very much in love though, yes. *But she was smiling soft just to say that aloud.*

  Frederick: *Oh, smooth. Frederick refrained from snorting or smirking at his cousin but he did exchange a knowing smile with Lucy before answering back* Sure, always up for a drink. Lucy?

Angela: *Wicked boy, she thought to herself with a small smirk on her face. Turning to Lucy, Angela was about to answer her question when Charles beat her to it. She pursed her lips, trying not to be impressed but ultimately failing* 1/42, right except this one has a little...*her lips twitch* help.

Frederick: *He honestly didn't care about the camera or film or whoever the hell Eastman was, but he could pretend to follow along at least. Shaking his head and rolling his eyes at Charles' tease, he immediately tried to deny it* No, no- *He smirked a moment as Lucy held on to him tighter, nodding at her words.*

Angela: Obviously *she was amused. She hadn't even meant to seem imposing, oh well.* Would you want the picture once I develop it? It was honestly the most adorable display I've seen. Not usually my preference *her gaze flicked briefly at Charles before returning to the couple* but very sweet, frame worthy.

Lucy: I'm in. *She answered immediately, genuine amusement at the thought. Charles seemed determined to spend time with her as long as he could get drunk while doing it. Turning to Angela politely (though she still had yet to let Rick go, or even loosen her grip), she added light,* Would you care to join us as well?

Charles: *Lucy definitely did that on purpose; insure that he couldn't be the one to ask, if her smile at him was anything.* Excellent. *He was more than okay with ceasing to talk about marriage--dear Lord, he could not imagine the state of their family -then- and a little time to let people get used to the idea...honestly did not think it was too much to ask for.* Where to? *He nodded to Rick. He was sure to have found the best romantic places to steal away to.*

Lucy: *Still a little flushed, she grins with nervousness* I--well. Not if I look silly?

Charles: *Wiggles his eyebrows in response with nothing else but a smirk as she intimated her 'usual preference'*

Lucy: *a bit awkward still, she frees one hand to rub her cheek and furrows her brow* Thank you...it's appreciated. *It was, honestly: though she had no idea who Angela was (and found it obvious that she was not from around there even if her accent hadn't been odd) for her not to be aware of them. But then, Mitchell had not known either...but her reaction was preferable. To say the least. She smiled honestly, slipping to take Rick's hand as they went to walk, and as she heard Charles ask something she leaned to hiss to Rick so he would hear alone,* ...who is she?

Charles: *He only nodded, still amused at the thought that her Brownie had help as well--and then he paused. A wicked smile crossed his lips as he considered, moving to walk with them* ...Angela. *There was delight in his eyes.* Did you happen to find that camera in the court?

Angela: *If she hadn't been invited, she would have been rather offended. Obviously, she did not know them very well but you just couldn't not invite Angela for a drink, it was just known.* I'd love to.

Frederick: *smirking at Charles a moment, he nodded* I know a place. *A meadow, nothing too luxurious but it was nice enough.* Not afraid to get a little grass stain on your shoes, cousin?

Angela: *Biting back a comment about decidedly "dirty" things, she focused instead on Lucy's response and giggled* Nonsense, you're beautiful you won't look silly. *she winked* And if you do, I can only imagine you'd turn that lovely shade of pink again and then Frederick here can come thank me. *Hmm, maybe that wasn't appropriate of her to say. All the better.*

Frederick: *chuckling under his breath, he took Lucy's hand as they started walking and then turned his head to whisper a response in her ear* She's a muggle cartographer, impressed Maeve, and got herself into court. Charles has mentioned her a couple of times.

Angela: *Walking, she smiled when she was addressed and grinned outright at the question* Yes, actually. Funniest thing, I found this hidden away behind some books in a drawing room? Fixed it quickly enough- *she turned to him with a smug smirk* Maybe I could help fix yours.

  Charles: *Snorting once, he shook his head a fraction of an inch before saying lightly,* Certainly not. I have never been shy about being dirty. Tend to luxuriate in it, in fact.

  Lucy: Imagine my surprise, Charles. *She didn’t look back as she said it; the sarcasm fell from her lips before she thought about it. Oddly at an impasse a moment, she knew Charles was too only from his lack of rebuttal. A smirk spread across her lips as she looked up at Rick, arching an eyebrow* That true? You like seeing me all…flustered? *She cocks an eyebrow, as her voice had dropped with purpose.*

  Charles: *All right, he had to admit, despite their working together to heal, and their mutual liking of Rick, he still was surprised by Lucy’s lack of embarrassment now. How was it a photograph could turn her red and idly discussing arousal only made her smirk? But he ignored it a heartbeat later, Angela was speaking just to him, and all thoughts of Lucy flatly disappeared. Angela had a wicked smirk of her own, one he couldn’t help but mirror. Devious and daring, she made him laugh suddenly.* Ah, that is strange. Perhaps. Perhaps you could also tell me what became of my camera, as coincidentally enough I believe I had placed the parts in that very location.*And then forgotten about, as Rick was helping him hide evidence.*

Lucy: *Nodding absently at his explanation, her brows still furrow in surprise.* …muggle? But—*She only barely restrains herself from spinning back to look at Angela and Charles, grip tightening on Rick’s hand. Her momentary impress with Angela getting accepted at the court was thrown out just to think that Charles was behaving thus. Was it too much to hope for that Rick waspartially the influence? Shrugging a shoulder, she still had an innocent soft smile as she thought about it — at least, it was innocent until she recognized the destination. The smirk was back in an instant, wicked as the memory that warmed her.* The meadow, Rick? 

  Angela: *she smirked in delight at Lucy's quick response to Charles' comment and then nearly laughed at her immediate tease of her man right then and there.* Oh I like you.

Frederick: *smirking, he licked his lips without noticing it and then nodded a moment, saying nothing else.*

Angela: You did? *she grinned widely, pretending to think hard for a moment.* I did not see any other Brownie cameras in need of repair, I'm afraid. Such a shame- maybe I'll let you borrow my new one. *she tapped the box camera in her hands.*

Frederick: I know. *Boy, did Rick know. He knew exactly how odd this was for his cousin.. Well, he also knew it probably wasn't going to last past a shag, but despite that it was still surprising. Grinning at her question, he nodded* Yes. *he squeezed her hand* don't want to share?

  Lucy: *Now she would blush. The sun was awfully hot today wasn't it? Sweltering, honestly, summer heat. Before the rain probably. She cleared her throat, saying lightly back,* I like you too. *Now why couldn't it be so simple to make friends all the time? Men.*

Charles: *Honestly, he barely heard any exchange between Angela and Lucy, so after the simplest look to Rick that said nothing but 'women', he was drawn right back to the camera. His camera. He laughed,* What poor luck I have! *He pauses, then amends,* Actually, fabulous luck. For if my camera had not broken, and then gone missing, then I should have had no occasion to ask you share, and go shoot together. Which I would be much obliged if you would.

Lucy: I'm glad though. *She nodded once, remembering far too well Rick's conflict, the fact that she had slept with him three times before she dared ask if he would come back instead of curling up with him. The thought was chased away as he smirked and squeezed her hand, lifting her free one to his arm and squeezing once herself.* As longas we stay off the little hill with the oak tree where we--*she smirked, but her smile softened as she remembered simply* That was where you first kissed me too. Well. Grabbed me. *She giggled, yanking his arm to make them both avoid walking in to an oak tree. Ironic.*

Angela: *A new friend already- it truly was that easy for her most times, despite the brief snag where she was thought to be a home wrecking whore, but it happens. Hiding a smirk of triumph, she shrugged before answering* Oh, I'm not sure I'll have the time. I'm usually so frightfully busy, there's even very little rest to be had in my own chambers, you see *she grinned teasingly before adding* And I'd hate to pull you away from your friends now.

Frederick: Near miracle really. *And wouldn't it be amusing if Rick could be able to say "I told you so" so soon? Laughing once at the memory, he smirked and nodded his head* I remember. Very very clearly- whoa. *Almost walking into a tree and he hadn't even drank anything yet. He laughed a little and then looked grin before walking a little faster* What is "it" exactly?

Charles: *Amused, he had to admit he was impressed the forward comments of his were only met by equally playful and forward remarks. It was the oddest feeling, as though he were being toyed with, as much as he was toying too. Angela's smirk reminded him suddenly of a cat. His own only widened.* Ah, I see. I suppose that only leaves me the option of joining you in them then. *A brow popped.*

Lucy: Agreed. *it was whispered so matter of fact.* If they see each other again after they shag, then we have reached miracle status. *With a wink of glee and bemusement, Luce continued right on, nodding along,* I remember too--vivid. I think I could stand to be reminded though.

Charles: *As Angela sped up, he stayed in place appreciating the view an instant. Bloody hell he should have had his camera to preserve -that- sight. Hm. Things to discuss later, really.*

Lucy: *she grins sideways at Angela, fingers lacing with Rick's.* A little meadow...well, grove, but we call it the meadow. The daisies are out now, it's beautiful--*in multiple ways*--secluded. *She winks, then asks curiously* How come you're taking photos Angela?

Angela: Does it? *she tilted her head for a moment as she pretended to contemplate his words* No...no, not quite...you musn't limit yourself, Charles. Think outside of the box...camera. *she wiggled her eyebrows before walking forward*

Frederick: *What amused him, apart from hearing Lucy speak so plainly of course which was always entertaining, was that they had both already acknowledged the shagging was bound to occur. He might not know Angela, but he knew Charles and...well.* With an audience? *he smirked* Luce, naughty.

Angela: *There was always a sway in her step, she promised, but she might have, might, be half putting on a show.* Sounds lovely. *Obviously of special import to Frederick and Lucy by the tone.* It's been a hobby of mine since I was younger. I've never stayed in one place for over a year and I like to be able to go back and look at the photographs of the different places I've been, people I've met. *she turned pointedly and as she kept walking backwards, she winked at him before she snapped one of Charles and turned around again* And it's my self assigned day of reprieve *she laughed* all work and no play makes me a veryyyy, tense person. *she rolled her shoulders and her neck, grinning innocently* I like to unwind.

Frederick: *Well, he could tell why Charles was attracted to her at least. Shaking his head, he moved through trees and over roots, already undoing the cap off the whiskey*

Lucy: *She laughed, knowing very well that he was aware she had meant later. Instead she lifted her free hand, his silver bracelet dangling off it as she closed a palm over the silver crucifix.* Lord forgive me. *She murmured in pennance, playful, continuing* And lead us not into temptation...*eyes still on Rick before looking around to Angela*

Charles: *He had only smirked, thinking--oh, he had a vivid imagination already. Hearing Lucy, he said swiftly,* Whyever not? *A meadow. Really. With daisies...well, as long as Angela liked it, he supposed he did not care. Still...oh he needed to drink immediately.*

Lucy: *listening curiously, her smile widened even as there was a flash of sadness that gripped her a moment. She knew who Angela reminded her of. Karyn. Softer,* That sounds like quite the remarkable photo collection...must be so exciting!

Charles: *He had other ideas that were excitin--no as she rolled her neck, he just had other ideas. Amused, he said instead,* Speaking of unwinding. *He reached for the whiskey once Rick had a swig (and had offered to Lucy of course), he naturally spun to offer it to Angela, innocent* After you, milady.

Lucy: *She grins, tugging on Rick to pull them towards a log to sit, saying innocently herself, more to distract* What's your favorite thing to photograph?

Frederick: *Merlin help him, but hearing Lucy suddenly all "repentant" and pious was only making him smirk wider. He leaned in to quickly whisper-* He won't, but I will *before they were joined, his expression smug still*

Angela: *She was sorely tempted to photograph them again- their different sides; naughty and nice. They were newlyweds, honestly. Meanwhile, Charles had two settings as well: naughty and naughtier. She found she rather liked that.* I've managed to keep nearly all of them, but the especially artistic or scientific, I've managed to sell. *reaching Frederick and Lucy's meadow, she smiled honestly. It truly was quite lovely, very green, very...peaceful, she could understand the appeal. Angela briefly wondered where exactly they might have fucked (for they must have surely) when she was interrupted by the bottle of whiskey being passed to her* I'm your lady am I? *she asked playfully before bringing the bottle to her lips and taking a swig. Yum. Delicious.*

Frederick: *His family honestly was something else. Three times, they had proclaimed to bring -him- food or drink, and thrice they had enjoyed it as well. Sitting down with Lucy on the log after taking a chug of the whiskey and offering Lucy a sip, he took her hand again.*

Angela: *sitting down on the grass after throwing Charles a challenging look, she answered with a smile on her face* Landscapes.

Frederick: Unsurprising answer for a cartographer. *he added his own input, however obvious and brief it was.*

Angela: *she laughed* I know, but it's a personal preference. People as well but only when they're not posing.

Lucy: *Knowing smile crossing her lips, she only lifted her shoulder in an innocent little shrug. Yet as they sat she managed to tuck her feet to the side, spread the skirt to sweep one way to look demure, and bounce the silver cross to a more prominent position.* That's impressive. *As was Charles at the moment.*

Charles: *chuckles once, eyes trailing over her as she sits, there was a nonchalant amusement in them he did not shake even as he sat beside her (cross legged).* If you'll permit it, of course. The courtesy has little to do with bloodline, honestly. *he'd said that before, but it stuck odd in his throat until he realized...it was because he honestly meant it now. Rick was still a Lord to him whatever Uncle Cyrus said.*

Lucy: *she looks sideways at Charles smiling, heartened but only says,* I have always found I enjoy watching the way the sky breaks over hills and mountains...but then, I haven't had the opportunity to see much else. *curious, toying with the necklace* Where are you from?

Charles: *The wicked smirk was back.* Posing?

Frederick: *Oh, Luce, he thought to himself, a small smirk on his lips at her subtle movement before taking the bottle back from his cousin and taking another swig.*

Angela: *She shrugged.* It's a hobby, made much easier by the fact that I had such easy access to the brightest minds of our world. *Her grandfather had been one of them, God rest his soul. Turning to Charles as he sat next to her, she was again surprised by his words.* While I do enjoy my name leaving your mouth, who am I to disallow you from courtesies? Carry on.

Frederick: *It was getting significantly more difficult to keep snorts and smirks at bay, and he found himself constantly looking sideways to Lucy as Charles continued to surprise again and again. He offered her the bottle silently, though his gaze dropped to her neckline as she started to toy with her cross. He was destined for eternal damnation wasn't he? He found that if that was the case, he didn't care much.*

Angela: *She nodded at Lucy's explained imagery. It was a rather pretty sight, the sun rising always was, but she foundit even more breathtaking watching it rise on the horizon from the middle of the sea* My mother's womb. *she laughed* It's honestly the most accurate answer I can give. I supposed technically I was born in Belgium...or was it Germany? *she shrugged* Either way, a month later I was elsewhere. *turning to Charles again she put her hands on her hips, lifted her chest and raised her chin to provide an example.* Posing. Can't stand it. I prefer people in their natural, raw state.

Lucy: *Well aware of where Frederick's gaze was captured, she only smirked, leaning back on the log and planting her other hand hard into the wood. Still surprised by everything Charles was saying, she only cocked an eyebrow at him. Were it not a abundantly obvious that Angela would not be fooled, she would have thought he was just saying things. It was odd to watch, as though she was seeing herself and Rick from the outside.* I must confess Charles, I did not know courtesy was something you possessed. *She wiggled a brow at him.*

Charles: *shrugs momentarily discomforted, then sees her teasing smirk. Oh that--ha. Pleased, he said lightly,* Perhaps you should not judge before you truly know them.

Lucy: *Barely repressing her snort, her lips parted in her smirk,* Wise words indeed.

Charles: *Utterly curious as Angela explained, he laughed as she started posing, unable to help himself from thinking of other poses he would prefer. And yet. Odd, he thought, the haughty look was attractive too.* Well, I have to say I prefer that too. *A brow wiggled.*

Lucy: What are you doing at the Faye court then? *It slipped. She bit her bottom lip, determined not to look back at Charles a moment and said lighter,* Well I suppose it is quite the landscape on its own.

Frederick: *Laughing once as Lucy teased Charles, he cleared his throat and smirked unapologetically at his younger cousin for the entertainment he was providing.*

Angela: *Holding back a delighted giggle, she turned back to look at Lucy at her question, thinking with amusement to herself "to find my fath er and learn magic."* Photography is my hobby, cartography is my job. The situation is that every day the world gets smaller and smaller. With telegrams, established post offices, trains and automobiles, there's almost no corner of the world left unexplored. Already the number of people traveling for leisure is increasing- maps will be in demand. Lovely rural areas such as Faye wont be mapped by others, who would normally overlook it- that's where I come in. *she grins, thinking to herself how easy it might be to actually believe her on story* And also because the archives lack of recent copy of a map of this area, and a committee will pay a healthy amount for it.

Lucy: *Oh, thank God. Grateful that Angela chose to take her statement to ask only after her official purpose, and not as she'd meant. If there was any place more posturing than the Faye court, Lucy would be startled. For instance, they purported to be made of propriety, restraint and nobility. Yet there was a darkness beneath that glittering facade made of murder and lies. A single scratch with a scarlet nail revealed it was only paint. Brightly, Lucy responded while her fingers bit the log and groped for comfort in Rick's grasp.* That must be fascinating, getting to see so many different places.

Charles: *He knew what Lucy had meant, but he couldn't at that moment forced himself to care. Angela's smile took on many forms: seductive, coy, knowing, playful. In fact he thought the only one he had not seen was one made of honesty. It became imperative he did in an instant.* How did you hear of Faye? *curious; considering they usually were left alone from non-magical travelers unless they lived in neighboring counties. He took another swig.* And what do you really think so far? *His smile was knowing now: thinking what a mess the county was in.* You aren't exactly seeing us at our best...

Lucy: England isn't at it's best. *Quietly with a shrug, looking for another drink without once releasing Rick.*

Charles: *His grin lifted,* True.

Lucy: *amused* Why Charles, are you asking for true opinions of this court? Sure you can handle that level of vulgarity?

Charles: *snorts* Somehow I think I will manage, Lucy. *adds lightly* And we won't repeat it.

Lucy: *Now she does snort.* Who would I tell anyway Charles?

Angela: Fascinating as well as exhausting. *she chuckled and then shifted to lay on her stomach, holding her head up with her hands, legs up in the air* I saw the outdated map digging around in the archives. I wouldn't have heard of it otherwise. *she took the bottle from Charles once he took a swig, and had a drink of her own before passing it back to Lucy.*

Frederick: *He snorted, thinking what an understatement that really was, especially after the news he had just received only a half an hour ago.* Oh no, Charles is used to vulgarity, Lucy.

Angela: Well *she wiggled her eyebrows* that doesn't surpriseme, more than a few of you in court are quite vulgar behind your manners. The ladies at court *she whistled* quite a handful. Always trying to trick or embarrass me in some way. most of the men superimpose their authority, comment on my youth, how shameful it is for a young woman not only to work, but todisplay her calves! *she laughed* All without saying it outright of course. But there's no hiding the look in their eyes- most are personally offended by my presence, some loathe me. It's truly a deceptive, deceitful, sinful and exhausting environment. *she shrugged and them grinned wickedly* I love it.

Lucy: *Angela, when they found Karyn --when--, truly had to meet her. Yet there was someone else she suddenly thought would get along with her well: Jane. Considering his expression, she decided not say that to Charles. She just laughed.* That summed it up fairly well, yes.

Charles: *Smirk breaking open, tongue darting to wet a dry bottom lip, he winked at Angela.* Only destined to become more devious the longer you stay. *That may have had a double meaning but--oh, did that prove his point?*

Lucy: *Her free hand darted and stole another piece of the Danish.Lightly, as thought afraid to commit to it and yet needing it,* Perhaps not entirely true though. If Joseph is elected...

Charles: Yeah, maybe. *Definitely, not something he wanted to think about. Politics. Boring.*

Frederick: *chuckling, he realized with small amusement that Lucy wasn't the only one among them that would do well in court. By the sounds of it, Angela seemed to be doing well already. He wondered if briefly if she would ever be aware of the magic, aware of how bad things actually were and found himself hoping that for her sake, she didn't.*

Angela: I sure hope so...*she grinned before turning around to lay on her back instead, folding her arms behind her head, she looked back at Lucy who was now upside down to her, at the mention of Joseph.* You know Joseph? I've met with him a few times, he has a wit that matches mine. *she laughed a little knowing it was her wit that matched his.*

Lucy: *Leaning back closer to Rick, she stole another piece of Danish. Whiskey, pecan, and maple tasted good together. Odd, the different kind of nutty flavors almost inherently reminded her of...well, Rick actually. It was a familiar taste. Her head nestled against his arm at the thought. Amused as Angela laid down, she answered nonchalant* I met him once...more know him from Leah.

Charles: *Oh. That was a lovely image. He smirked, hand going to tweak his ear, remind him he was awake. Frowning an instant at the thought--there was some tenderness in her voice as she said Joseph's name--he reminded herself how much older he was than them. Old enough to be her father really. He shrugged through a swig, still enjoying the sudden view* Leah's a few years younger than him, but he kind of adopted and mentored her when at boarding school. He's decent.

Lucy: More than decent, really, if what she said was even half true.

Charles: *pause* I tended not to listen, honestly, his stories tend to...*all he did was whistle, and smirk again*

Frederick: *he smiled honestly as Lucy laid her head on his arm, only afterwards remembering to pay attention to the conversation.* Joseph's alright. Came to speak with me personally after he proposed to my sister Marietta, assure me he had no intentions in using her. *he snorted at how ridiculous that sounded; as if Etta would ever let herself be used. The other amusing thing was the bit of information he learned in that conversation as well, though that he kept to himself of course.*

Angela: *She enjoyed hearing about Joseph through different people- they all said different things even if they amounted to almost the same thing: he was a good man. Grinning, she shrugged again and held her hand out for the bottle* I find him fascinating, nearly as fascinating as he finds me. *she was smug, obviously. She never imagined Joseph might actually be interested in her -before- she revealed the truth, if only because of how self absorbed nobles could be but she should have realized that she was her, of course she would be fascinating.* I met Marietta too, she's wonderful. Almost a shame she's getting married really, we could have caused so much trouble, your sister and I.

Frederick: *he smirked, thinking to himse suave, yes...and yet, honestly not my type. *Oh God, how was she refraining from laughing?*

Frederick: *You're not his type either, he wanted to say but instead he chuckled, took a sip of the drink and passed it to Angela's waiting hand. He exhaled at Lucy's comment, shaking his head* God, I hope not. I'm still holding on to the minuscule belief that marriage will keep in her check.

Angela: *holding her head up to take a swig of the whiskey, she licked her lips afterwards and grinned* I hope not. She's one of the few women who tolerate me. *she wiggled, trying to get more comfortable* Can't imagine why the others don't.

Lucy: *The rumbling in his chest as he laughed was soothing. Or perhaps it was the three (four?) quick swigs of whiskey that went down with a burn, warming her. Still, God she loved to hear Rick laugh. God, she loved seeing him happy and relaxed.* They do. The Faye ego may actually be losing it's first place. *Her eyebrows wiggled.*

Charles: *He laughed--then realized...that was his family too. Narrow eyes locked on Lucy with playful irritation.* Careful, Lucy.

Lucy: Sorry Charles--sorry, love. *she cast her gaze up at Rick still merely playful* Did I damage your ego?

Charles: *Eyes snapping back to Angela as she wiggled, his playful irritation only grew more serious with each adjective. No, he definitely did not like the sound of them. Even if she ended saying she had no interest.* Good. *He nodded, teasing with a sudden arrogance,* You should only have the absolute best.

Lucy: *Oh, how she wanted to say --'Rules you out then, Charles,' -- but they had not genuinely sniped at one another the entire conversation and...well, she did not want to ruin it. Instead she answered Rick with a chuckle of her own.* Miniscule? I would believe no larger than absolute zero. *She winked, agreeing with Angela and then adding softer,* That's awful. You are always welcome to come see me. *tiny pause* Us. *She just nods at Rick.*

Frederick: *He smirked, shaking his head once.* Not at all, love. I don't think that's actually possible, anymore. *he paused and them added* That's not an invitation for you to try.

Angela: *Oh, Charles' hint of annoyance were so delicious. It made his brows furrow and his chin clench enough to see a tiny cleft; made her want to bite on it. She sighed and then waved her hand* Oh, sugar, I gave up on "the best" a long time ago. *The slightly damaged made much better lovers, usually.* Both of you? At once? My pleasure. *Oh, whoops, the alcohol might have been affecting her...well, then again maybe not, that was rather docile of her.*

Lucy: No promises. That was just so -*her pinky sticks out as she resumes toying with the cross, smirking*- tempting, an invitation love.

Charles: *Sugar? Oh, the exotic accent had other perks to look forward too. He leaned back himself so his back hit the log, keeping his eyes on Angela and rather wishing he could have laid with him. Or on her. Grinning, he said easily,* Ah, shame. I believe you may have stopped a tad too soon...*he waves a hand to mime it made no difference, only to startle at her suggestion*

Lucy: *wrinkling her eyebrows in surprise, she cleared her throat* Eh--wai- that--wasn't--

Charles: Your pleasure? Truly? *Oh, he wasn't picturing Lucy and Rick there but a others...*

Frederick: *He had dug himself into that hole, but it wasn't a bad one to be in honestly. As his gaze traveled down to enjoy the view, he realized with a smirk, it was the exact opposite. Looking away in surprise, eyebrows rising as he turned to look at Angela. Smirking a moment, he looked back to Lucy and kissed the side of her head as she stammered. It was cute.*

Angela: *Right, of course, she forgot for a moment they were all British. But their expressions were so priceless, she couldn't resist laughter at this point. Rolling around and laying on her stomach to look at them better, she giggled a final time before answering* My truly, absolute pleasure. *she grinned* But I know you didn't mean it like that, I was teasing. *she smirked* I apologize for being so forward.

Lucy: *Her stammers were cut off by Rick's lips pressing against the side of her head. It was a gesture she recognized as when he found her particularly endearing, but soothed her regardless. Her cheeks were bound to be pinking again, but she murmured,* Oh. Of course.

Charles: *His hand waved off instantly,* No need to apologize for that. *smirking at the image conjured, knowing full well she did it on purpose, watching her roll over.* Comfortable? *If she kept wiggling like that, he was going to be distinctly uncomfortable soon.*

Frederick: *Grinning for a split second, he turned his head a fraction to whisper only for Lucy to hear* I wouldn't share you with anyone, love. *Not with even attractive women whom he felt posed no threat.*

Angela: No. *she wiggled her eyebrows, grin on her face, before perching her chin on the palm of her hand.* Corsets are never comfortable, these trousers stick to my thighs, and honestly the weather is too hot for boots but nothing else matched the outfit. *she closed her eyes and smiled* I'm currently imagining my next bath instead, much more appealing.

Lucy: *As Rick's voice filled her ear, the world seemed to melt away. Amused by the assertion that in some way it would be he that was threatened by such an activity (though her cheeks pinked further), she lifted his arm so she could meld to his side instead. Wrapping his arm around her side, she shook her head pointed.* I'm not going anywhere, Rick. *Her whisper was quieter, but honestly it didn't matter. Charles and Angela were playing.* Nor am I sharing you. Though speaking of a bed. Perhaps we ought to leave them be...and find one.

Charles: *Distinctly uncomfortable appeared to be her goal actually. Barely suppressing a groan at the back of her throat at the mere word bath', he asked with his eyes still locked on hers. Sudden concern was in her voice.* Corset--you aren't having trouble breathing, milady? *As her eyes shut, he only widens his grin.* Angela? Don't pay that price for beauty. If you acquire any further beauty, I am genuinely concerned the instant you walk through a door, you will blind me. *His brows wiggled taking another heavy swig and then capping it to toss it in--er--Rick's general area.* In fact, if you're so uncomfortable, I would be more than happy to help you out of it.

Frederick: *licking his lips at her suggestion, he threw a brief glance towards Charles and realized he wouldn't be bothered in the slightest. Picking up the bottle that had been discarded by Charles, he nodded with a smirk* Sounds like a plan.

Angela: *Oh he was quite good. Fake concern for her health, compliment on her beauty- very good. She opened her eyes to look at him, tilting her head to the side, her grin "innocent"* Could you, Charles? *she bit her lip* I would so appreciate that- the laces are so difficult to undo.

Lucy: *Giggling under her breath, she saw his quick look over to Charles and said lightly,* I believe they forgot we exist. Once we denied her ... request. *Slipping her hand down his back so she can keep one hand toying with her necklace as they stand, waving as they started walking, she added sweetly* I think you're tempting God with some of those thoughts enough today, aren't you?

Charles: *Half noticing they left, he just nodded at Rick with a tiny smirk. His hand came up to wave at Lucy, and then came promptly down as he slipped on his knees in front of her.* I am never one to deny a beautiful lady. down as he slipped on his knees in front of her.* I am never one to deny a beautiful lady. *his brow wiggles as he says simply,* Turn around.

Frederick: *nodding at Charles, unable to keep a smirk off his face, he turned to look back at Lucy, grinning wide and chuckling under his breath, this time he was the one tracing her necklace idly* I would think so.

Angela: *wiggling her eyebrows, she licked her like before commenting.* Beautiful, yes. Lady, in any connotation? *she shook her head with a smirk on her face* Not at all. *she turned around then, moving her hair out of the way*

Lucy: *Pads of his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin where her throat met her chest, trailing down a groove as he traced her necklace. Her giggle was throaty.* Rick, we're not halfway to a bed yet. *Not...that that had stopped them in the past, she thought as her own fingers slipped to rub a circle on his wrist. It occurred to her the stables were close by, gaze flitting in that direction over a wicked smirk, despite calm words,* I am curious--is there something in particular about it being a cross?

Charles: *Smirk widening as she turned, he paused a moment to inhale, intoxicated by a spice from the luxurious, brunette curls. Sure hands lifting, he chuckled once under his breath, mming in agreement as he dusted curls back. Leaning forward an inch while he gently, ran both sides up curves in her sides, gliding over the thin chemise, cupping her neck and massaging her shoulders as he hissed, hot against her ear,* I suppose not, Angela. *He snapped free the top hook at the base of her neck, fingers brushing the nape.* I'll rephrase...*A hand was slipping forward now to the ties on her chest, nose buried in her hair as he breathed heady,* I shall *He loosened the top ties slow, plucking through loops*...never deny...*The vest popped as he expected it would when loose, what it held squashed in place too tempting. One hand still tangling in her curls, the other brushed down to gently meet skin atop her chest, rubbing in a tiny circle as he breathed directly in her ear,* Angela. *He stayed like that a lengthy minute, massaging her neck and exploring grooves along her chest, daring to caress between them slowly--ever so slowly as his other hand travelled to join it. Palms gliding up in a circle, he took hold of two sides, still breathing against the shelf of her ear, tickling the lobe with his tongue until there was a sudden -- rip.* Angela. *He repeated as the two free pieces dropped into the grass on either side of her. He kissed her neck once, twice, three times, her throat, her shoulder, hands snaking around her waist to hold her, thumbs braced at the top of her ribs, restlessly sliding back and forth.* Beautiful Angela..

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{chapter twenty-three: 2} lucy, rick, mitchell

Mitchell: *throwing the bag of coins up in the air and catching it, he whistles a merry tune as he walks through the outskirts of the woods near town, delivering the money they've 'earned' to their friends and family. His next stop was Lucy. Quieting as neared her house, not wanting to alert her parents if she wasn't there. Peering around the trees, he saw outside hanging the laundry and thought it was as opportune a moment as any. Walking up quietly, using the sheets she had already hung as cover, he peeked his head above the clothesline and grinned* Boo. *he tossed the bag of coins into the basket she was carrying and wiggled his eyebrows before moving the bedsheet aside* Elo, Luce. Fancy meeting you here!

Lucy: Mitchell! *Her giggle turned into a shout of surprise, only kept soft by her lack of breath.* What are y-- *Eyes widening as she looked down at the sack of silver coins now sitting in her basket, she smiled an instant.* Thanks. For..*she bit her lip aware of her own irony*...robbing. *The weight of it was nice in her palm; for a brief moment she imagined what she might be able to get Rick, before realizing, Rick. Her head snapped back up,* Wait, Mitch you can't be h--*Too late.*

Frederick: *At least Lucy's parents trusted him enough to let him into their home. It was small progress, but it was progress nonetheless. He didn't even need to be reminded to volunteer to help with their chores now. That's what he was doing, helping hang the laundry; he didn't like it, he never would really, but that didn't mean he wouldn't help. He had gone inside to get more clothespins as Lucy asked but he had momentarily forgotten where they put them. In the end, he just looked around to make sure he was alone and accio'ed them to him, and started back outside* Where was I? *he smirked with his back to Lucy for a moment as he closed the door* Right! You should have seen the amount of filth he trudged up the- what is he doing here?!

Mitchell: *His jaw dropping immediately as he saw the midget lord exit out of Lucy's house, with clothespin in his hands, Mitchell didn't know what to make of it at first. Turning to Lucy, he asked simultaneously with Frederick* What the bloody hell is he doing here?

Lucy: She was cut off again hearing the door swinging open to produce a back she usually had to admit a certain fondness for. Under her breath she had barely exhaled,* Oh hell,* before they had already spotted each other. Dropping the basket and bag at once she held a hand out, breath suddenly heavy.* Wait, boys, don't--

Frederick/Mitchell: Leave!/Git!

Frederick: Luce-

Mitchell: Lucy *turns to Frederick with an eyebrow raised and repeats* Luce?!

Frederick: *ignoring Mitchell for the time being, eyes on Lucy* What's the meaning of this, what's going on?

Lucy: *They weren't listening to her, despite the fact that they both turned to her next. Wincing, her voice gave out seeing their mutual fury and anger. She only got out,* Rick, he -*before Mitchell cut her off again.*

Mitchell: *looking at Luce as well* Why does he call you Luce? What's he doing here?!

Lucy: *Eyes darting to his, the look in them softened at the question. That was a happier thought.* Because, Mitch, he's--*This time Rick cut her off, apparently unable to help a smart remark.*

Frederick: That's rich. Coming from a criminal on the run.

Mitchell: What are you gonna do, Brackner? Call up your little guards to come help you? *mimics* Guards! Guards! I can't fight my own battles, get rid of him for me!

Lucy: *She shut her eyes only an instant, but when they fluttered open once more they were closer to each other and neither seemed to be looking at her at all now.* Oh, fuck. *Curse falling freely from her lips, her head was light, breath hot, and frowning with wariness.

Frederick: *grits his teeth, turning back to him all but spitting out* Watch what you say Stone. I could defeat you blindfolded with both my hands tied behind my back.

Mitchell: *mocking* Scary. *turns back to Lucy* Care to explain?!

Frederick: *exasperated, he snaps* I'm with her.

Mitchell: *rolls his eyes* Obviously, I was concerned at first, midget, but now I know you're aware of spatial relations, I'm so relieved.

Frederick: *arches his eyebrow* Spatial relations? Don't choke on your tongue trying to use that kind of vocabulary.

Mitchell: Better idea! *he takes a step forward, glaring* How about I choke you instead?

Frederick: *takes a step forward as well* I'd like to see you try.

Lucy: *She was an instant from explaining when Rick answered for her again, and she decided she'd flatly had enough - especially when Mitchell stepped forward threatening to choke him.* Enough! *It took her three steps to his one, but she wedged herself between both of them, one hand going to each chest, smacking to place before holding, not frankly caring they were twice as big as her. Void of amusement or patience, she looked at Rick first free of words as well. Eyes narrow and lips thin, she shook her head between them, snapping to both at once,* Do you want an answer? Or would you rather be big men trying to prove an idiotic point, covered in bruises and with a black eye? *Her hands curled into fists on their chests, head jerking back and forth between them as she snapped,* Don't think I won't either. *Waiting a lengthy pause and breathing hard from the effort of keeping between them and the force in her voice, she shook her head very slowly. Without the strength to hold them back anymore, she slipped between, back hitting Rick's chest, gaze hard on Mitchell's.* He's with me. Not the fact he's standing there, with me. *A brow arched, incredulous,* Hector didn't tell you? Huh. *Her voice softened.* Actually, that's kind of nice, not having the entire world suddenly privy to our private decision...*Right, but, focus.*

Mitchell: *Lucy certainly had quite the bit of strength for being such a tiny little thing. Though his eyes remained narrowed at the man now standing behind her even as he took a few steps back at Lucy's insistent shove. His meaning was clear: he could behave, for now.*

Frederick: *Snapped out of his anger by Lucy getting in the middle, he moved backwards immediately as she pushed, his eyes darting from Mitchell to Lucy. As she held his gaze, he pursed his lips, his shoulders seeming to drop a little, anger gone from his gaze. However, said anger returned when he looked at Mitchell again, he couldn't help it.*

Mitchell: *muttering* He'll be the one with the bruises-

Frederick: Oh shut up, Stone.

Mitchell: *eyes narrowing, he was stopped from another comment as he felt the hand at his chest turn into a fist. It seemed like an eternity passed before Lucy spoke up again, and all that Mitchell had done in the mean time was glare daggers, swords, bows, hammers, axes, machetes, any kind of sharp object, at Frederick. His eyes widened as he understood Lucy's meaning, jaw dropping again* You're -together-?! *That must have been what Hector had been trying to say about 'gossip', not that Mitchell paid attention* We've been a little busy

Frederick: Yeah *he snorts* I'll say.

Mitchell: *he narrowed his eyes immediately* Is this some kind of joke?

Frederick: What are you saying, Stone?

Mitchell: I'm saying one *he raised a finger* she's too good for you. Two *he raised another* you're a mysoginist prick and three *and another* you're a prejudice arsehole. *he lowered two fingers and left the middle one he had raised last pointed at him for a little longer*

Frederick: *his eyes had narrowed closer and closer with each point that Stone brought up, his eyes rolling at the last little gesture before he spoke up again* I've changed.

Mitchell: The power of love! *he raised his hands in the air* How charming.

Frederick: *he grits his teeth* It's the truth.

Mitchell: I don't believe you.

Frederick: And I don't give a fuck. *he raises his eyebrows* Lucy and I's relationship is ours and no one else's, so why don't you piss off?

Mitchell: *dryly* yes, I can see how much you've changed.

Lucy: *Her bare and brief nod when he got her meaning was overlooked a heartbeat later. Yes, busy was an understa--oh, Rick was saying it out loud. She winced again, shoulders falling near Rick's as she cast a glance back to him. Her teeth gritted as she heard Mitchell, swiveling back and saying under her breath* Can I not decide for myself? *Throwing a hand up herself it landed on her hip as Mitchell's throwaway, now thoroughly irritated -- with both of them, honestly, though at that particular moment Mitchell. Waiting a beat, eyes still narrow, she in an equal dry tone,* Well, you're not exactly giving him a chance either. *Exhale heated through her teeth, she dropped her gaze to the ground to steady herself before looking back up, voice insistent.* And neither of you are listening. You care about me? *Voice pitching as her eyes darted back and forth between them, she didn't wait for an answer.* Good, then shut up. This animosity ridiculous. And considering the real and serious danger out there right now, made especially idiotic. You're on the same side. *Now she looked to Rick, a little bit quieter, a hint of guilt in her tone.* You are. I told you he was innocent, and then I stopped talking about it just like you asked. *Shrugging a shoulder at the technicality, she admitted with the tiniest coy smirk,* Only I didn't stop believing it. *And more honestly,* Or wanting to help my friends, Rick. *She trapped her top lip a moment, keeping her bottom from trembling. A tiny bit quieter, without anger in her voice suddenly, she half-gasped,* And I'm damn near the only muggleborn left in this town. If we do not work together, if we do not support each other? There soon won't be any.

Mitchell: I'm giving him the exact amount of chances he's giving me *his eyes narrowed* and others like me, for nearly all his life.

Frederick: *dry* Didn't realize I hurt your feelings.

Mitchell: Shut yer mouth, aight?

Frederick: *They both stopped talking again as Lucy spoke up. Her question was rhetorical, for she knew the answer to that, at least his. Rick's eyes casted to the ground for a moment, not entirely willing to admit to the truth in her words. He was more than happy to continue the idiotic animosity.*

Mitchell: The same side? *he repeated incredulously* He's a pureblood! He's a Lord, midget Lord, but Lord all the same-

Frederick: Not anymore. *he hissed through his teeth, shaking his head.* Obviously, given that I'm here. *wearing clothes with almost as many holes in them than Mitchell's had. He turned to Lucy as she clarified her oh so subtle techinicality, actually it really was rather subtle and he was momentarily proud but otherwise annoyed. No one around him seemed to believe Mitchell and his friends guilty either.*

Mitchell: Ah, see? He doubts it even now! You honestly believe I've done everything they say I have?

Frederick: And all those robberies? *he gestured to the bag of money*

Mitchell: 'sides that. *pausing suddenly at Lucy's exclamation, he frowned. He didn't need a reminder of that, he lived with that knowledge every second of his life now, and it was all on him. Well...sometimes it felt like it was all on him.* I don't need his help.

Frederick: Good, because I won't help you. Guilty or not, we shouldn't even be seen with you! Do you have idea the risk you're putting us in? You're putting Lucy in by talking to her? Giving her this money?

Mitchell: She's already at risk! Because your bastard friends have made it their personal goal to wipe out muggleborns from existence!

Leah: *Still through gritted teeth,* You don't know him, Mitchell. *Heatedly,* I understand you've both hated each other since you were kids, and I don't care. Grow up. *And the moment he started saying he was a Lord she winced, hands gripping her waist harder to stifle the urge to hit him for saying it. He didn't know. And she needed to keep a cooler head. And neither reminder helped her feel better in the slightest.* Who gives a damn?!*She snapped it, voice pitching again, incredulous.* It's not about bloodline, Mitchell -- you know it doesn't define who you are! You don't know him anymore than he knows you. *As Rick hissed 'not anymore', she muttered,* If you would take two seconds - *she pinched her forefinger and thumb together, nose wrinkling* - to stop being so judgmental...you could see it yourself. *Lifting her hand to her forehead and rubbing hard as they continued, her eyes shut again, aggravated,* For merlinsakes, Rick -- *But she shut up, cutting off and tensing as they both snapped an obstinate refusal to help. Heart hammering in her chest, emotion passed through her gaze before she looked back at him, voice dropping to nearly nothing.* It's for my parents. *He was still speaking, so she went louder,* It's for my parents! *Sure, she took a silver for herself to get a pastry sometimes, and this particular bag she might have thought she could find a way to slip to Rick too, but the point stood. Breathing hard, she muttered,* We only have female horses right now, so we're getting no payment from siring, and then I..* looking over his shoulder*...I cost my Dad a rather important sale...*She looked back, swallowing hard,*.. that would have given us the money to acquire the male we had our eye on and - and then with the segregation meaning I can't go everywhere and some can't come to buy and-- *she clamps her teeth and eyes together, settling her breathing, shaking her head and letting it just die off. She knew it wasn't her fault they were struggling, but god it sure felt like it. Waiting a moment, by the time she had her eyes open she was calmer, gaze still soft on Rick's.* I appreciate the concern. But I know what I'm doing. *Her gaze snaps back to Mitchell's, voice arching up and suddenly glaring,* They aren't his fucking friends!

Mitchell: Oh, trust me, *he rolls his eyes* I know plenty.

Frederick: Is that so? *eyebrows rising* You know all about me, what defines me, the kind of person I am?

Mitchell: Yes, the kind of person you are is the kind of person that makes me sick. *he shrugs and then turns to Lucy again, exhaling in exasperation* Listen, I know you're all for 'forgive thy neighbor' and what not, but he's a bad person!

Frederick: What in the bloody hell have I ever done to you?!

Mitchell: *he cuts off as Lucy starts again, repeating something he had missed. He was glad that there was some good use being put to this money they so valiantly robbed. Or rather earned by selling robbed items. He sensed that there was something about costing her dad a sale that Mitchell didn't understand, but he had more important things on his mind now.*

Frederick: *he pursed his lips hard, passing his tongue over them to wet them as they suddenly went dry. It was a difficult situation that they were in, Rick knew that, and he knew her parents were suffering for it, a lot of people were but that wasn't his fault. Lucy knew that, but Mitchell, oh he seemed to just want to place the world's problems strictly on his shoulders. Reluctantly nodding his head at Lucy's assurance that she knew what he was doing, he turned his head back to Mitchell, about to say something when instead Lucy spoke up for him.*

Mitchell: No? *he was so furious he wasn't even registering the fact that the usual sweet, docile, and good natured Lucy was cursing like a sailor. He turned to look at Rick directly.* Robert Estbury? Benjamin Stenrosa?

Frederick: *he narrowed his eyes* What are you trying to say, Stone?

Mitchell: I'm saying, I don't trust you.

Frederick: The feeling's mutual.

Mitchell: Glad we got that sorted.

Leah: Plenty. *It was dry, and she scoffed in disdain* You don't know anything. *And for the love of God, the entire world was just plainly not allowed to insult Rick thus around her.* Anything. And you're such a good one, Mitchell Stone?! *Forcing herself to bite her tongue, she hissed as she took her own thought literally. It was for the best. Insure the only blood she saw was from her lip, not from them hitting each other, for she was seeing plenty red already. Breathing out and in, as she rubbed at her face, her hair came loose in the wind, blowing in time with the sheets half pinned beside them.* God, just -- *Brow arching high, her words were quiet, hands falling from her face once more.* Are any of us innocent in this anymore? *Only then she flinched, hearing the names, wrists snapping crossed over her arms and rubbing hard to keep herself steady.* They're dead, Mitchell. And Rick doesn't know anything about what they did. *Her chin came up, gaze flicks sideways to Rick, certain. After a moment looking at him, she continued on quieter,* But I trust both of you, and I'm going to tell him. *Her eyes narrowed back at Mitchell, half daring him to challenge her, half pleading he just understand with her gaze.*

Mitchell: *Oh! Now all of a sudden he was the bad guy?! Because he was telling the truth? Frederick Brackner was a right foul git, he always had been. Just because he had given up his title and was with Lucy...actually, he still hadn't completely processed that yet, as it was probably the most shocking thing he had ever heard in his life. Good God, what was Brackner even wearing?*

Frederick: *He was confused now. He knew Robert and Benjamin were dead, Benjamin at the hands of the man standing in front of them right now, but as far as what they had done, Rick didn't have a clue. Looking between Mitchell and Lucy as she said the last, his brows furrowed* Tell me what? *he glared at Mitchell* You've been having her keep something from me?

Mitchell: Information on a need-to-know basis, and you haven't needed to know. *he glared at him, but looked back at Lucy. For fuck's sake, she was going to tell him everything anyways, whether he approved or not.* Hope you know what you're doing?

Frederick: *he repeated, aggravated* Tell me what?

Lucy: No, he hasn't. *She said it instantly, flinching at her own thought. Guilt and determination ringing through her voice and expression, she kept her eyes on Rick, softer,* He didn't make me do anything, none of them did, Rick. *Her eyes flick back to Mitchell, every muscle tense. Keeping her eyes locked on him while she nodded just briefly, saying softer.* I didn't have to be told. *It wasn't her secret, she had thought, but the truth was it was all of theirs, all of them who had the unlucky fortune in this godforsaken town and court to be magical but not noble born. She had wanted Mitchell's approval, if only because it was him they targeted first, but it wasn't required -- Rick needed to know, because as long as he was with her...* He's in danger too now, Mitch. *She didn't realize at first she had even said it aloud; her eyes had flicked back to Rick, watery and hazy. Her fingers pressed bruises into her arms. Breathless, she murmured,* Long as you're with me, because you'll...*Her eyes shut as a green light streaked across her memory, feeling his arms lock around her once more and drag her down. She took a shaky breath. She opened her eyes.* Which is not changing if I have anything to say about it. *Biting her tongue an instant and looking hesitantly between Mitchell and Rick, she finally just decided to say it, hair flying furiously across her lips and cheeks in the wind while she took a step closer to Rick.* Wyatt and Brianna Larson were murdered in front of Mitchell. In front of Arthur and Ken. *Fighting to keep her lip from a tremor turned out to be oddly easy, almost calmed just to be able to able to say it aloud.* And they were brilliant. Really, truly, the best people you could ever meet. *Water still floating in her eyes, she looked to Mitchell a heartbeat, and then back, needing the comfort Rick provided just by standing in front of her listening to her, whatever his expression.* Bri didn't even have magic. Wyatt did. *Her voice shook a second, but an odd calm had come over her expression.* And they were all together having a laugh, when a half dozen noblemen and maybe women, masked and cloaked in black, imploded in, murdered them, lit the house on fire. One ripped off the mask to show that they'd glamoured to look like Mitchell, but other than that I don't know. I didn't know this until Karyn told me what Arthur had told her and well, by then Rick, we'd...*Luce trailed off hesitantly, cleared her throat, shook her head and lifted her chin.* Doesn't matter. *Her voice was stronger.* What does, is the fact that evidence points to both Robert and Benjamin as having been there, and Bradford West was killed that night too by Wyatt, but beyond that...there are four, five, maybe even six or more men and women out there who have absolutely no bones about killing every last one of us. *Her jawline hardened, saying pointed and fierce, a hard glint in her eye as if they were suddenly sapphires,* And the fact the bastards are clever enough to make it look like it was us. Just being deranged, psychotic, muggleborns. *She looked back to Mitchell, quiet for a moment as she knew a few other things: Leah's involvement, for example, and Karyn had said something about a brand but neither mattered right now, and neither were hers to tell. Then she looked back to Rick, hands falling from her shoulders and saying simply,* So they're fighting back.

Mitchell: *Mitchell almost wanted to say "good" to Lucy's comment of Rick being in danger now too. But he didn't say anything, he was actually interested to see how Brackner handled this piece of news.*

Frederick: *He frowned but his expression softened as he saw the state Lucy was in now as she prepared to tell him, and he took a step closer to her, placing his hands on her arms; he was ignoring Mitchell entirely now. He remembered comforting her about her friends' tragic deaths...however at that time he had thought he was also helping her through the betrayal of the man standing not five feet away. The story seemed...ludicrous for a moment, until he was able to recall some comments made by Robert and Benjamin that were...starting to make much more sense. Regardless, he knew that if it was anyone but Lucy telling him the story, he'd have a hard time believing it. He swallowed a lump in his throat, his worry over Lucy increasing. Biting his bottom lip, he took her hands as they fell.* And you? Are you fighting back too?

Mitchell: Obviously she's been stealing with us, Brackner *he rolled his eyes and then narrowed his eyes* So you didn't know anything about this?

Frederick: Are you accusing me of murder?

Mitchell: Conspiracy. Possibly.

Frederick: Hate to disappoint your rather antagonistic view of me, but I had no idea. *he paused a moment as he realized this wasn't the first time he had been accused of the exact same thing; he frowned.*

Lucy: *Frederick's hands have an uncanny ability to instantly soothe (or all right, excite, depending on their mood). Lucy loves them. She loves how large they are, how his grasp could swallow her tiny fingers as if trying to meld her to be a part of him. How they hungered, seemed empty if they weren't embracing her. Eyes staying on their tangled fingers, she answers soft,* Not explicitly, no. *Her gaze lifts to hold his, eyes hooded.* That doesn't mean I wouldn't if the opportunity presented itself. I happen to think I am better suited for diplomacy than the battlefield. God willing, such skills will be necessary, Rick. *Exhale hot, she continues without blinking,* And in a way I have, yes. As I haven't, and won't, tell the Sheriff a single thing. *She searches his gaze as well as her mind, trying to think if there was anything else: she hated the idea of keeping anything from him now that he had asked.* Oh. I sent a basket of food too after the ball, and before it Arthur climbed into my room. *Heart dropping into her stomach at the memory as she thought again of the last time she had seen Arthur, and where he was now, she breathed out without thinking,* Tried to convince me not to wear the dress and asked me who the lucky guy was. *Squeezing his hands, Luce quieted a moment, wary for how Rick would process everything even if he had been aware of her friendships with all of them already. Then she bit down hard, gaze flicking between them, decidedly letting them bicker a moment.* All right. So, see? *firm* Both of you were wrong about the other. Could you stop accusing each other of willful murder? *Her eyes narrowed,* Or is rationality too much to ask for?

Frederick: *his lips lifted momentarily in amusement as Lucy revealed herself to be "better suited for diplomacy", thinking to himself (and not for the first time) how well she would have excelled at court if things had been different. He simply nodded, understanding her, obviously she wouldn't betray her friends, and she would feed them and help them whenever she could. He couldn't tell her to stop, he wouldn't tell her to stop.*

Mitchell: *He much rather chew his own eyes out than continue to look at this, honestly. He didn't even understand it! This was Lucy! And that was...Brackner. He was still very much confused.* Yes, a bit too much right now given that laws of the universe have been rewritten for you two *he motioned to them* to ever work. I mean bloody hell, Lucy-

Frederick: I already told you it's none of your business, Stone.

Mitchell: Thank God, honestly. *he rolled his eyes* So.

Frederick: ...so?

Mitchell: So, there's a group of pureblood elitists trying to pick us off one by one. So, many of us have already died. So, Lucy is in constant danger-

Frederick: *snaps* I won't let anything happen to her.

Mitchell: *Well, that had to be the most honest and believable thing he had ever heard Frederick say* That's a start.

Lucy: *Rolling her eyes to look at the sky, hands still squeezing Rick's tighter, she lit with a blink. Shrewd narrowed eyes met Mitchell's confused ones. Actually, his expression was sort of adorable.* What? You believe a relationship between muggleborn and pureblood couldn't work? *Her brow arched at him slight, words clipped. Wishing momentarily that Leah actually was there, she stiffened at the sharp words, 'ah-ing' as Rick's grip tightened on hers suddenly, nails biting into his hand, she wrinkled her nose.* Excellent, how about you continue with using each other's names?

Mitchell: You know I don't believe that. *He snorted: obviously he didn't.* But you're you! And he's *gestures at Frederick again, and can't help but scowl* Brackner.

Frederick: How eloquently worded of you. *he rolled his eyes and loosened his grip (that he hadn't noticed he'd tightened), with an apologetic look towards Lucy.*

Mitchell: *simply* Brackner is his name.

Frederick: Technically, it isn't. *he shrugs* Part of the disownment thing, you see. *his eyes narrowed at Mitchell, annoyed that the man didn't seem to understand such obvious details. Could he be any more thick?*

Mitchell: *Oh...well, bugger. He wasn't midget lord anymore, he wasn't Brackner, what was Mitchell supposed to refer to him as now?* Got a middle name?

1.             Lucy: *her eyebrow arched in honest amusement as Mitchell stumbled for words as if there was a parrot on his shoulder snatching the words from his lips before he got them out. Nodding only once, her response was sweet and stout.* And we're us. *That was all there was to it, smiling honestly at Rick's wordless apology. She didn't care. The instant protective response was endearing. Sighing much as her mother did (oh bugger) at Mitchell's question, her words were weary.* I think you're missing the point, Mitch. *Though she leaned to whisper to Rick, proud she knew it,* Chaucer. *Only as she leaned did she realize she'd tightened her grip too, probably as he said the word 'disownment', though whether in reassurance or to seek comfort herself, she wasn't sure. Leaning back, she looked between them, stubborn as ever,* The only way to earn respect is to show it. That's the point. Unless I'm being insensitive--do either of you gave memory issues I'm unaware of?

Mitchell: *He didn't think he had seen a weirder couple. But to each their own...he supposed.*

Frederick: *snorting at Mitchell's question, he shook his head and then smirked briefly as Lucy whispered the answer in his ear. He didn't feel any particular way about his middle name but Lucy could make anything sound good.*

Mitchell: Actually, yes, you see a piece of roof fell on my head *he rubbed the back of his head* And I'm having memory problems now. In fact, where am I now? I think I should leave.

Frederick: The best thing you've said in this entire conversation.

Lucy: Rick. *It was instant, to his sarcasm. Her glance shot back to his irritated, shaking her head an inch.* Fine, I give, but Mitchell--*She let go, folding her arms over her chest as she took another step to Mitchell hesitant, chewing on her bottom lip with the tense gaze of one wary of bad news.* Is Karyn with you? Or did she send word? *Heart skipping a beat, she didn't look back at Rick, merely braced her shoulders, let her skirt whip around her ankles. Even quieter,* And is there anything I can do for Arthur? God, even if I could just slip him a blue rose, show we haven't forgotten him...*she paused: hold on, that one sounded plausible if she slipped it to Leah...which, speaking of which. She muttered so only Mitch could hear now,* And tell your...girl, Rick knows too.

Frederick: *he shrugged, unable to help his comment and not feeling particularly sorry about it either.*

Mitchell: *turning his attention to Lucy as she stepped up to him, it was with a frown and dropped shoulders that he shook his head* We haven't heard her from either. And we're going to get Arthur out, I promise. *he nodded and then paused at Lucy's addition and nodded reluctantly* Yeah, I'll tell her. *he leaned in to hug her once, and glare a little at Frederick over her shoulder as he did. Pulling back he added* Take care. *he added a short nod towards Frederick now that Lucy was watching, before he set off for the woods again*

Lucy: *Half through her nod before noticing she had even started, Lucy's next present thought wasn't until Mitchell hugged her. If Karyn was captured they'd know, she reminded herself. Like the snag in a cushion's stitching that one might perhaps accidentally rip when clenching their nails, there was another irritating thought bouncing around. If Karyn was fine, why wouldn't she send word? Where the hell was she? Closing her eyes tightly to put off grief, her fist closed around bunched fabric.* I'm sure you will. *Odd. Where she was certain there was no doubt in her heart, a hint was in her voice. She gritted her teeth, adding,* Just be careful, Mitch--all of you. Listen to Ken more. And...thanks. *Gesturing at the bag of silver, by the time she had looked up she was gone. Heartbeat scatter shot, she spun back to Rick still clutching her shoulders as if to ward a chill. The sun hit her eyes as she turned, mocking her caution.* ...are you angry with me? *She stepped forward anyway, preferring to be closer to him.*

Frederick: *nodding back to Stone as he left, and good riddance really, he turned back to look at Lucy as she approached. Shaking his head at her question, he took her hands* No, I'm not. *he paused a moment before asking* Why didn't you tell me before?

Lucy: *Heartened as he took her hands again, she tucked the silver into her dress before moving a few steps in, holding on tightly. Her brows furrow,* We've been...busy. You had so much on your mind already...I didn't want to...add more. And, we've been... *She started slowly, honestly with a little smile,* Happy. Unbelievably so. I guess I just...I never thought about it when with you. *Her lips flick, adding matter of fact.* You're purposefully very distracting you know. *She waits. Knowing that isn't everything, for when not distracted she would consider it, would think of telling him, and her voice tightens with a bit of wariness,* And...because Rick, you don't..like, my friends.

Frederick: *he nodded, capable of understanding her logic at least, and he couldn't deny that he did enjoy being happy whenever he was with her, which tended to be almost all the time when he wasn't working.* Not purposefully...well *he shrugs, smirking a little after licking his lips* not all the time. *He waited a little, seeing she still had something to say and then shrugged again after a pause* That doesn't mean I wouldn't have believed you, or supported you, you know. *he let's go of her hands to cup her neck* And they're not...all that bad. Karyn and Thomas...they're not as big pains as I thought they'd be...I dont know the others except Mitchell, but he -is- a pain, Luce. Always has been, and I know it's...maybe possibly a bit of my fault but it's also his, because he's a sod. *he shakes his head* Regardless, Luce...*he bites his bottom lip* I trust you.

Lucy: *Lifting herself as he cupped her neck nearly onto her toes, a smile lifted on reflex. Snaking a hand around his wrist, she nodded barely, not wanting to dislodge his hand. The earnest in his tone surprised and calmed her at once.* I know you'll always support me, Rick. And listen to me, I know that too. *There's a tiny pause.* When you aren't just watching my lips move. *She wiggles an eyebrow, but adds more seriously,* I also already know you'd do anything to protect me. *Her brows furrow.* I guess I just...didn't think you'd...care, that much. *Her lips press together, momentarily ignoring Mitchell to focus on the others, happier.* I like Charles too, you know. And Jane. Didn't think I would find someone who talked more than Karyn ever but. *She tilts her head.* And actually, Thomas said the same about you a few days back--not -that- bad. *A tiny bit hopeful,* In fact I think the town's pretty much settled. New things to gossip over...and they like you. Angelina and Henry's wedding will be a blast. And Esther? ...Have you thought about her offer? I know dinner was too hectic for her to do anything but hound really, but...*She smiles.*

Frederick: Nonsense, I can multitask. *a brief smirk crossed his lips as he caressed his thumbs up and down her neck, nodding immediately at her words, agreeing with them though she spoke of needing no reassurance on that. He chuckled* He likes you too, in his...Charles way, I suppose. Jane is...Jane. *he shakes his head* It must be a miracle really, we haven't even near killed each other. *He considered that something worth noting at least.* I have...*he pursed his lips and shrugged* I haven't made a decision yet, but I suppose it'd be harmless to go have a look one day.

Lucy: *She smirks, shaking her head a fraction of an inch teasing,* It is easy to distract you. *Her thumb rubs in a circle against an inner vein of his wrist, glad to hear that, giggling only once.* Only possible description of Jane, I think. *Nodding in agreement, she says softer, amused,* I'm glad, honestly. I kind of love that I can see you both at the same time. *Lifting her hand now to cup his cheek too,much happier* Definitely not harmless. I actually think you'd be really good at it...the kids are great. *waits a second, tilts her head* ..I don't suppose I can watch?

Frederick: Watch me struggle with children? *he laughed under his breath, shaking his head and grinning playfully* I'm sure that'll be a disaster in the making.