"what did you do with her panties?" greg makes a face. "dude. i threw them away."
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the day after aravis arrives in negros oriental, it rains, and it rains hard. they sit on the porch eating lychee and smoking cigarettes for hours, watching the rain, talking about everything and nothing, buoyant and comfortable. corin is telling some anecdote about him and cor at a club in hong kong, but it sounds kind of just like the one where he and cor were in a club in kuala lumpur, so edmund zones out and thinks about how lucy would chide him for smoking as many cigarettes as he has been (corin and peter smoke like chimneys, and edmund finds it increasingly easy to cave under peer pressure, especially when it's not really pressure, just corin passing his pack around whenever he has one, a gesture of affection and familiarity). lucy, who smokes weed but doesn't smoke cigarettes, who ran out into lune's dasmarinas garden in the middle of a typhoon, the last time they were here, calling over her shoulder, "the water's fine!"
"you're going to get struck by lightning!" susan called back.
cor had crossed his arms with an uncomfortable look on his face and said something like, "there are probably whole shanty towns being washed away right now."
and lucy's dress had stuck to her skin and edmund could see the outlines of her body, and then he ran out into the garden and into the rain, grabbed her hand and danced with her. she shrieked in delight and he twirled her, he tugged her closer and dipped her and loved her.
"god, foreigners," he heard cor comment, and susan replying, "but aren't you one?"
it rained so hard he could barely keep his eyes open, felt like maybe the raindrops would bruise his skin. through squinted eyes and a film of water, lucy danced, a blur of laughter, and later as they warmed up in the bath, she would tell him he was an awful dancer but that she appreciated his effort. so he splashed her, and she splashed him back, but they stopped before they made a complete mess of the bathroom.
I DON'T KNOW WHY OR WHERE I AM PICKING UP THIS EDMUND/LUCY SUDDENLY. it is very strange. peter/lucy, also. but peter/lucy i have always kind of liked.
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greg makes a face. "dude. i threw them away."
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the day after aravis arrives in negros oriental, it rains, and it rains hard. they sit on the porch eating lychee and smoking cigarettes for hours, watching the rain, talking about everything and nothing, buoyant and comfortable. corin is telling some anecdote about him and cor at a club in hong kong, but it sounds kind of just like the one where he and cor were in a club in kuala lumpur, so edmund zones out and thinks about how lucy would chide him for smoking as many cigarettes as he has been (corin and peter smoke like chimneys, and edmund finds it increasingly easy to cave under peer pressure, especially when it's not really pressure, just corin passing his pack around whenever he has one, a gesture of affection and familiarity). lucy, who smokes weed but doesn't smoke cigarettes, who ran out into lune's dasmarinas garden in the middle of a typhoon, the last time they were here, calling over her shoulder, "the water's fine!"
"you're going to get struck by lightning!" susan called back.
cor had crossed his arms with an uncomfortable look on his face and said something like, "there are probably whole shanty towns being washed away right now."
and lucy's dress had stuck to her skin and edmund could see the outlines of her body, and then he ran out into the garden and into the rain, grabbed her hand and danced with her. she shrieked in delight and he twirled her, he tugged her closer and dipped her and loved her.
"god, foreigners," he heard cor comment, and susan replying, "but aren't you one?"
it rained so hard he could barely keep his eyes open, felt like maybe the raindrops would bruise his skin. through squinted eyes and a film of water, lucy danced, a blur of laughter, and later as they warmed up in the bath, she would tell him he was an awful dancer but that she appreciated his effort. so he splashed her, and she splashed him back, but they stopped before they made a complete mess of the bathroom.
I DON'T KNOW WHY OR WHERE I AM PICKING UP THIS EDMUND/LUCY SUDDENLY. it is very strange. peter/lucy, also. but peter/lucy i have always kind of liked.