Notes: All the cool kids were doing it.
Notes2: I'm gong to hell for this. B-but you'll still love me, right?
Where the Sun and Earth Meet
"W-Wait." Lucy stuttered, laughed, tripped, fell. It had to be exhausting. "This is a joke, right? It has to be a joke. How old are you again? Like, fifty?"
Gazille sort of stared at her. He thought uncharitable things. "What're you, like four?"
"Ahem," Lucy's father said pointedly. He tugged on his daughter's arm, steering her towards the stocky-set man. "We've been over this, Lucy. Please consider your end of the bargain."
Her father seemed slightly smug. Gazille felt slightly manipulated. Lucy looked slightly dead.
When he catches her attempting to strangle herself with her own undergarments, her pulls her back from the window and glowers. "Oh, knock it off."
"My life is over," she lamented, voice and chin wobbling. Gazille rolled his eyes.
"You're being kind of melodramatic—"
"I'm a girl!" Lucy shrieked, and flapped her improvised noose around so it smacked him in the face. Gazille wasn't quite sure how he felt about being beaten to death with a bra.
"So," her father straightens his tie and Gazille untucks his shirt when no one's looking and Lucy has taken to wearing black nail polish. What a kid. "How have you two been getting on?"
There is utter silence. Lucy looks at her father sullenly. Gazille is looking anywhere but her father. The man's smile has begun to crack when he manages a, "Fine. Just fine."
"Excuse me," Lucy says very dramatically, and flees from the room. They both watch her go. Gazille rubs his forehead and feels obscenely old.
"She'll come around, my boy," her father claps Gazille on the shoulder confidently. Gazille highly doubts this. Lucy's father is less interested in hearing his opinion on this matter than he is on securing Gazille's wealth and setting a date for the wedding.
"You can relax," he tells her, catches her when she tries to throw herself off the balcony for the third time, "I'm not going to marry you. Maybe when you grow up a little." he sets her on her feet and tells her father good bye, and reflects that his mother is going to kill him. Probably set him up with another young, wealthy heir, and kill him again when that doesn't work out either.
"I'm perfectly grown up," Lucy sulks, and decides he isn't all that bad.