“The plan—the neat, sensible, safe little plan—is to systematically...” for the woo ask game!
Wip ask game. Jfc. I saw the typo as I was hitting submit 🤦🏻♀️
Every time I get an ask, I do in fact say a lil "woo" to myself under my breath, so that feels appropriate!
A fic snippet:
She turns back toward the hatch, but this time it’s Lockwood’s voice that stops her. ‘We should come back when you’ve recovered.’ His mask has slipped off again, something raw and desperate and fragile gleaming in his eyes. But hers are probably the exact same, begging him of all people to understand. ‘I can’t leave her like that for another day,’ she croaks. The trembling hand reaching for her falls and he bows his head, nodding to his feet. Not acceptance, but surrender. Or implosion, more like. A dazzling star collapsing into a black hole until all that remains is a screaming void of self-destruction. Before he can recover the energy to argue with her, she fumbles with her tactical belt for her stake. No, she lost it on the roof, didn’t she? ‘Does anyone have a spare—’ A perfectly symmetrical, polished stake appears in her eyeline—Kat’s. ‘Kat,’ Kipps groans, but the witch just looks at him. She doesn’t say anything or change her expression, but there are hours of well-worn conversation in their eye contact, and he finally lifts his hands in a silent fine. ‘Thanks,’ Lucy mumbles as she takes the weapon, twisting her face into something that hopefully could be considered a smile. As she moves to the hatch, even though Lockwood is out of her line of sight, she can sense him following on her heels. When she spins back to tell him off for it, he’s already shaking his head. ‘Lucy, you’re not going in there alone,’ he insists, finally fixing his tie with a firm, professional tug. Armour’s back on, discussion’s closed.
Of the three parts of the fic, this is the one that's been fighting me the most, so thanks for the ask about it!
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