lu (ladyspareoom) wrote in revoltic, @ 2018-05-17 04:56:00 |
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Discovering coffee was probably the worst thing tiny Lucy Pevensie could have done. Probably even worse than her nonexistent fashion sense - truly, Lu looked nice one moment and like she'd grabbed whatever was on top of the bargain bin the next. For a girl who at one time wanted (mostly secretly) to be nothing more like the radiant beauty her older sister Susan was, adult Lucy hadn't really found that yet. The shameful thing was that, despite her auburn-copper locks - she really did have bright eyes, porcelain skin, all the sort of things that stubborn 13 year old had wanted to emulate. She just, well, Lucy wasn't really the sort to realize this sort of thing. She was beyond that now. Absolutely. Totally. Even now she took all those lessons she learned in Narnia so to heart - oh, Narnia. She still missed Narnia but she wouldn't think about that now. The coffee would get her all a flutter and she was already starting to get too warm in here ill-conceived top (Lucy, it was May for the Lord's sake! Why she'd put on a long sleeve shirt was, now, beyond her and quite frustrating really...) Either way, Lucy was tucked carefully into the edge of the long booth along the wall opposite the line and counter in Flash Bang - trying her absolutely hardest to get her tablet to do what she wanted. Oh she could never get the blasted thing to download things properly! She was really, truly not that bad with technology. It was just... well, she was still a little clumsy. Oh, a brilliant nurse, but clumsy with... herself. It was a very Lucy way to be. Effortlessly steady of hand and foot when she was around patients. The second she was in her own apartment it was constant crashes, constant bangs and having to almost daily explain some new random bruise on her shin. She some how managed to be effortlessly graceful and yet somehow so constantly preoccupied that she just... ended up in these states. It was with a precociously frustrated little huff that she pulled her feet up - tucking her black flats covered feet under each other so she could sit cross legged. Making a quick motion that awful, rubbish tablet was turned off and her warm, soothing coffee was pulled into her lips for a nice sip that smelled of all the extra nutmeg and cinnamon she'd added to the drink herself. |