IN LIEU OF A LUCY ICON, I WILL USE A GWEN ICON INSTEAD. hooray for ot4 parallels.
and nothing lasts forever, no matter how easily you fall into it. even after a life of never staying still and being on the run, lucy is surprised at how easily she falls into galma's quiet ways. peter is still jumpy and beginning to take it out on everyone, and susan's smiles are beginning to be tight-lipped, but edmund and lucy suffer less from such cabin fever. lucy sees less and less of her family and of kirke, spending more time at ben's place, and eventually peter stops complaining.
still, nobody says anything when suddenly lucy is around all the time again. or at least, a quieter version of lucy, with a tendency to watch too much tv and ignore her phone calls. in the middle of an ANTM marathon, susan sits next to her and asks, "do you wanna talk about it?"
"about what?" lucy mumbles, not taking her eyes off the screen.
"are you okay?"
"sure."
so susan just makes them popcorn and they spend the next couple of hours watching pretty people pout and giggle and complain about their opportunities.
peter doesn't say anything. he has his quiet talks with kirke, and his quiet tension with susan, and when lucy tells him to smoke outside instead, he just opens a window.
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edmund is eating a salad at the kitchen table and the first thing lucy thinks of is how ben and his roommates never eat salads. she's never seen a vegetable in their apartment, like, ever. and in her mind it's like, boys don't eat salads. and feels ridiculous about it, because all kinds of people eat salads, and how consumed was she by ben that she is hyperaware of edmund eating a salad.
he notices her staring, offers the fork in her direction and says, "you want some?"
lucy shakes her head.
"you okay?"
"yeah." and leaves it at that. she pours herself orange juice and sits across from edmund, and they speculate what the future will bring. things are beginning to quiet down, and peter is eager to take them all away from here. he would've had them leave ages ago, but kirke is cautious and susan had agreed with him. edmund and lucy stayed out of it; the cops weren't after them, after all.
"we should go to mexico," lucy says wistfully. "or even just california."
"pete's talking about canada."
"that would be nice too. i hear vancouver's great."
"susan's talking france."
lucy frowns. "france?"
"yeah, remember lune?" edmund spears mozarella and lettuce leaf with his fork. "he needs, um, some help with one of his businesses down at the riviera."
"susan would say france, she's the only one of us to speak the language." lucy stares at her empty orange juice glass, then says, "edmund."
he is dumping his plate in the sink, and lucy notices he doesn't wash it right away. "what?"
"you wanna go for a walk, or something? we can go to the woods."
"sure."
and this reminds lucy of ben too, because ben eventually stopped saying 'yes' to these kinds of requests, and instead sits around and smokes a joint, drinks his beer, plays video games with his roommates. talks about which parties are happening this weekend, and why the dealers are dry, and how the bars here suck but there's nothing else to do anyway. and lucy would say something like, "well, let's go to the woods. we'll bring a lunch," ben would just make this face and say, "the woods?"
and now here's her brother, her edmund, eating salads and saying yes let's go for a walk.
edmund takes her empty glass and puts it in the sink, and says, "now?"
lucy replies, "yes."
"'kay. i'm just gonna grab my jacket and take a piss."
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and nothing lasts forever, no matter how easily you fall into it. even after a life of never staying still and being on the run, lucy is surprised at how easily she falls into galma's quiet ways. peter is still jumpy and beginning to take it out on everyone, and susan's smiles are beginning to be tight-lipped, but edmund and lucy suffer less from such cabin fever. lucy sees less and less of her family and of kirke, spending more time at ben's place, and eventually peter stops complaining.
still, nobody says anything when suddenly lucy is around all the time again. or at least, a quieter version of lucy, with a tendency to watch too much tv and ignore her phone calls. in the middle of an ANTM marathon, susan sits next to her and asks, "do you wanna talk about it?"
"about what?" lucy mumbles, not taking her eyes off the screen.
"are you okay?"
"sure."
so susan just makes them popcorn and they spend the next couple of hours watching pretty people pout and giggle and complain about their opportunities.
peter doesn't say anything. he has his quiet talks with kirke, and his quiet tension with susan, and when lucy tells him to smoke outside instead, he just opens a window.
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edmund is eating a salad at the kitchen table and the first thing lucy thinks of is how ben and his roommates never eat salads. she's never seen a vegetable in their apartment, like, ever. and in her mind it's like, boys don't eat salads. and feels ridiculous about it, because all kinds of people eat salads, and how consumed was she by ben that she is hyperaware of edmund eating a salad.
he notices her staring, offers the fork in her direction and says, "you want some?"
lucy shakes her head.
"you okay?"
"yeah." and leaves it at that. she pours herself orange juice and sits across from edmund, and they speculate what the future will bring. things are beginning to quiet down, and peter is eager to take them all away from here. he would've had them leave ages ago, but kirke is cautious and susan had agreed with him. edmund and lucy stayed out of it; the cops weren't after them, after all.
"we should go to mexico," lucy says wistfully. "or even just california."
"pete's talking about canada."
"that would be nice too. i hear vancouver's great."
"susan's talking france."
lucy frowns. "france?"
"yeah, remember lune?" edmund spears mozarella and lettuce leaf with his fork. "he needs, um, some help with one of his businesses down at the riviera."
"susan would say france, she's the only one of us to speak the language." lucy stares at her empty orange juice glass, then says, "edmund."
he is dumping his plate in the sink, and lucy notices he doesn't wash it right away. "what?"
"you wanna go for a walk, or something? we can go to the woods."
"sure."
and this reminds lucy of ben too, because ben eventually stopped saying 'yes' to these kinds of requests, and instead sits around and smokes a joint, drinks his beer, plays video games with his roommates. talks about which parties are happening this weekend, and why the dealers are dry, and how the bars here suck but there's nothing else to do anyway. and lucy would say something like, "well, let's go to the woods. we'll bring a lunch," ben would just make this face and say, "the woods?"
and now here's her brother, her edmund, eating salads and saying yes let's go for a walk.
edmund takes her empty glass and puts it in the sink, and says, "now?"
lucy replies, "yes."
"'kay. i'm just gonna grab my jacket and take a piss."
she says, "i'll bring a lunch."
"cool."
and lucy smiles.