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tragcdysewn:
davina spotted her clone nearby, immediately moving to help her. “yeah, sure. here, do you need help with those?”
lucy smile at the girl with the same face as her. “thank you, davina,” she said kindly with a nod. “they are a little heavy.”
darkvlght:
(¸.• ♛ → Kara stopped her tracks and looked at the brunette with a small smile on her lips now, opening the door for her “Sure thing” Now Kara pulled out the keys to give that to the other one “Those are a lot of books” She couldn’t help but commented that with just a small smile.
lucy gave the other a grateful smile. “thank you so much,” she replied, taking the keys from her and brushing towards the door. “yeah i took them home to catalogue them and stuff,” she chuckled.
dcrkplaces:
truthfully, nina isn’t much of a reader. it’s not that she minds books as much as she doesn’t have time for books. her shop, for all the times she took off for breakfast, is her life. it’s the only thing she has that’s really hers. her apartment is a rental, most of the furniture is secondhand, and she doesn’t own a car. still, a customer had made a rather astute observation - her shop needed books. not everyone would believe the word of a busty nineteen-year-old girl (woman, she’d corrected him) about the merits of oils and herbs and stones and the like. she’d gotten annoyed when he said that - “i’m not selling commodities, and i’m not trying to tell people that this stuff is going to cure cancer when it doesn’t”. but maybe he’d still had a point.
so she begrudgingly made her way to the local bookstore, hand wrapped frustratedly around her purse, wondering if it was really worth giving in to the observations of a stranger who didn’t know a thing about her or her shop. but ever the people-pleaser when around strangers, she smiles brightly when she sees a young woman trying to open up shop, valiantlycarrying an enormous stack of books in one arm and trying very hard to unlock the door with the other.
“ah,” nina smiles, “that i can do.” she nudges to lucy’s side and turns the key, listening for the satisfying cli-chunk of the deadlock snapping back. the door swings open and nina steps aside, waving the young woman in. “after you.”
lucy offered the other girl a small smile as she took the key, turning it in the lock and opening the door for her. “thank you so much,” she offered, brushing her way inside to plop the stack on the counter. “i really would not have wanted to try and pick those up off the sidewalk,” she added, turning back to the other.
“were you just passing through or is there something i can help you with?” she asked kindly, wandering around behind the counter to flip the lights in the small shop on.
lucy had somehow managed to find a job at a bookstore, though she wasn’t completely sure how since she was technically dead. but she didn’t want to think about it too much. it was pleasant and earned her money. she was carrying a stack of books towards the shop to open and was having a little trouble balancing everything. she somehow managed to get the keys in the lock but was struggling to open the door. “i’m sorry but do you think you could open the door for me?” she asked.
reignedvices:
❛ lucy , ❜ the blonde original greeted . it was easier telling the difference between her & davina at this point . surprisingly enough , rebekah had decided to ditch the heels for a comfortable pair of flats . as strange as this whole thing was , she couldn’t deny that she hadn’t been to a carnival in centuries now & it seemed appealing . ❛ you been here long ? what even is there to do around here ? ❜
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lucy turned, offering a warm smile at the blonde. she played with the long sleeves of her sweater as she moved towards the other. “rebekah. it’s lovely to see you. no not too long. from what i understand there are games and rides and a haunted house.”
bravenessandboldness:
“Ah Lucy ! Lovely to see you.” He greets the familiar face. “And yes I am quite confused. I heard of carnivals from the TV but…now that I’m here…it’s not like in the TV.”
“you as well,” she said with a friendly smile. “me too. i haven’t ever been to one. i’ve heard of them but no it’s much different than i expected. though i did try something called a funnel cake it was delicious.”
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bravenessandboldness:
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“Well…I finally got to see what a modern carnival is like…what do I do with this ?” Arthur asks to no one in particular.
lucy had been walking around, looking at the carnival. she’d only seen one from afar a long time ago and it had been very different. she smiled when she spotted a familiar face. “are you as confused about everything as i am?” she asked.
darkvlght:
(¸.• ♛ → “I hope we can go home at some point, there is a war I need to end” And that means her winning the war, of course. A small sigh escaped from her lips, it was frustrating being here “Queen? Wait, I’m not sure what you mean about this world, if you are queen, you are queen everywhere”
lucy nodded. “i hope we can soon too. though we’re not in the middle of a war,” she replied with a nod. “it’s kind of complicated. my siblings and i, we lived in this world 80 years ago. i grew up as lucy pevensie. and then we were transported to narnia where we became kings and queens. that’s who i am. just no one in this world recognizes it,” she replied with a shrug.
reignedvices:
❛ well , if you’ve got time to tell it , i’ve got time to listen , ❜ the blonde offered . perhaps it was because lucy looked exactly like davina that tugged at rebekah’s heartstrings . or perhaps it was simply because the girl seemed rather , for the lack of a better word , lost . which was something rebekah could relate to —— not that she’d ever admit that . ❛ speaking for myself here , but i’d do anything to stay alive . it’ll just take some getting used to —— probably . ❜
lucy blinked at the blonde but offered a small smile. she nodded. “well when i was a little girl i ended up in a magical land through a wardrobe. my siblings and i. we had to defeat a white witch. i only got to go back two times after that. until i died and then i got to stay in aslan’s country which is what narnia is fashioned after,” she explained. she shook her head. “i was okay with it. except i haven’t been able to see my sister in who knows how long. narnia is where my real home is.”
d-winchestcr:
Dean smiled again at the thought of Emma, if she only knew how lovely she was. He was proud, she made him proud, damn proud, “Thank you. She is the loveliest and that isn’t me being biased,” He stated with a small chuckle, hoping not to be offensive but he didn’t know the other that well and he would always be bias about Emma because there was no way she would ever disappoint him but there also wasn’t anything about her that required being biased because anyone that meets her would be able to see how great she is. “A Thousand Pieces of You? That sounds like it could either be really morbid or really … soppy, which is it?” He asked, quirking his eyebrow in curiosity not sure why he suddenly had an interest in a book. He hated them and reading, he didn’t have the attention span but he was always curious about how anyone was able to find interest in reading. “How is it supposed to help in coming here? Has the author gotten trapped in a strange town they can’t escape from either because I’d love to see that.” He joked, brushing off politely the fact she didn’t think to introduce herself before, neither had he but he wasn’t exactly great with manners. “Little darling, I speak fluent rude,” He grinned, “but you can call me Dean. Good to meet you, Lucy Pev– as in Chronicles of Narnia Lucy? Hey I know that book, kind of coincidence from a book and you’re reading a book, this explains a lot.” He added with a friendly grin, expecting her to not take the news very well or take it at all maybe she’d consider him crazy and not acknowledge it at all, wouldn’t be the first time.
lucy chuckled. she could tell he loved his daughter. and it was nice to see. “well even if you are biased i think you have a right to be. dads get to be biased,” she replied with a nod. she knew she would always be biased towards her siblings. she figured it was the same kind of thing for fathers and daughters. she nodded before letting out a small laugh. “it’s about different dimensions. which really doesn’t help me much at all if i’m honest,” she answered. she had always loved reading and while the story was interesting, it wasn’t helping her with learning about her new time. “because i’m originally from 1949. things have changed a little since then,” she replied with a chuckle, shaking her head. “you sound about as sarcastic as my brother.” she was glad edmund was there with her at least. “it’s nice to meet you too, dean. oh. right. i was informed that our adventures were books. yes. it’s....i’m that one. i was somehow transported from narnia to here,” she replied with a small, sheepish smile.
reignedvices:
❛ aslan’s country ? ❜ she’d been around at that point , even before then , & she was sure she’d have at least heard of it . ❛ can’t say i know what that is , ❜ she admitted with a light shrug . she hated admitting to that —— knowledge came easy to her , especially with age . ❛ you don’t exactly sound so thrilled to be alive . ❜
“it’s....kind of complicated to be honest,” she replied with a small nod. “and it’s a long story.” years long. three times she’d gone to narnia and each time it had been harder to leave. “i loved it there. it’s where i went after i died. and all my friends were there. except my sister.”
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“Lucy!” He called from where he was standing in the kitchen, the dark haired male knew that his sister was awake since he passed her room, and decided it might be nice of him to make them breakfast instead of just going to an ihop or something. “I made breakfast, and I’m pretty sure it isn’t burnt.” Edmund shrugged to himself, knowing that he’s not that good of a cook and would end up burning something even though he tries not to.
lucy had been just laying around in her room, not quite ready to get out of bed yet. she let out a slight groan before pushing herself out of the bed and throwing her messy hair in a bun. she was still in her pajamas as she trudged into the kitchen. “you did? well that sounds like a miracle,” she chuckled, leaning on the counter.
❝ the last time i didn’t believe lucy, i ended up looking pretty stupid.❞
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darkvlght:
(¸.• ♛ → “I don’t remember, I think for more than three months maybe” She couldn’t tell because of the fake memories everything was just a bit blurry, when she found out who she really was, she has been trying to find a way out of this place to Westeros “I’ve seen him, oh, I didn’t know, well, it’s a pleasure. How should I call you?”
lucy nodded. “i wonder how long we’re all going to be here before we can go home,” she said softly. she missed aslan’s country with it’s bright sees and soft grass. and of course all her friends and brother. “oh of course. silly me. queen lucy the valiant of narnia. though in this world i was called lucy pevensie.”
darkvlght:
(¸.• ♛ → “Tell me about it, I still think the same” She says now looking at the brunette, after all, it was something very unrealistic. A small sigh escaped from her lips, all of this was just way too strange but she got used to the idea “Uhm, yeah, that would be me but now I’m curious, how do you know my name? And who might you be?”
“how long have you been here?” she asked curiously. she found herself wishing she could return to narnia. where she had been free and happy and with her brothers. she let a small smile tug at her lips. “i met one of your dragons. drogon. he spoke very highly of you.”
