a/n: i've written quite a few drabbles for the drabble tag at ngfs, and i thought i'd make a collection of them here. :)
warning: this includes references to suicide. if that could be triggering for you, please do not read this.
bring in the storm
lucy + lorcan
( paper )
She was paper-thin, a shadow of the enigma she used to be (and you miss her, you want her, you need her). She lay with you, curled up in a ball, and you felt her paper heart beating against yours; frail, a feeble pulse. You wanted to put the passion back into her because she was Lucy, Lucy Weasley, and she was not this broken little girl that she'd turned into.
She pretended, pretended that everything was fine. (It wasn't, and it isn't.) She became a hollow shell of a person – her eyes dark caves in her face, her lips chapped and bitten – but still she ignored it. Slapped on some mascara and acted as though her eyes (window into a person's soul, they are) were just tired. Painted on the lipstick, and with it a smile, as though her lips were just a little dry.
Maybe she can be paper now. You watch the newspaper ("MINISTER'S DAUGHTER HANGS HERSELF") curl up in the fireplace, turn into ash. With a quick swoop the ashes are mixed in with hers. One and the same. Lucy is paper-thin.