A/N: Drabbles are fun! Although writing deaf!Lucy was strange.
Character: Lucy Weasley (They won't all be Weasleys, I promise!)
Prompt: 19. Writing
Lucy watches Mummy's lips form words she'll never hear and pulls from them a story.
It's a nice story; a story about love. She loves reading about love. It makes her happy. When Mummy holds her close and puts her lips to her forehead, she can feel her mouth "I love you" against her skin and that makes her happiest of all.
In the night time, when the darkness is as black as her perpetual silence, Lucy reaches for small paperbacks and hits at her lamp with her eyes squeezed tightly shut, until the insides of her eyelids glow a faint orange and she knows it is bright. She curls up, reading words of love (words that will never fall perfectly from her lips, words caught beneath her clumsy tongue) and falls asleep before morning comes.
She grows up and grows older and her silent world falls home to letters and words. She picks up a pen and writes how the world looks when you're only looking with your eyes. She has nothing to compare it to and so her words are less observational and more poetic.
She waxes lyrical about the beauty of movement, the colour of happiness, the taste of rainwater when you least expect it, the vibrations in her throat when she sighs.
She builds herself a home in her poetry, and when Lucy finally meets that boy, the one she thinks she'll spend forever with, the only way she can tell him is with her words.
So she finds a scrap of a paper and a slowly failing pen, and she writes his name a hundred times and tells him that's how she feels.
