Written for the OTP Boot Camp Challenge at HPFC. (I'm writing the prompts in order, in case you're wondering.)
Some of the drabbles will be set in the same universe, and some won't be.
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ii. that david played and it pleased the lord
"Let me go!" Lucy shrieks with wild eyes, bent double and straining against his grip on her waist, her fingers clawing hopelessly at the air.
"Please, calm down," he says just as hopelessly, "you can't- it won't help anything. It's not anyone's fault."
"Yes it is, Zacharias!" She whirls to face him and crumples against his chest. "Molly wouldn't-" she says in a muffled voice. "She wouldn't have just left me- not without a note, or something, or something- not Molly."
"Darling, you don't know that," he says into her red-orange hair.
"It must've been Dad's fault," she says. "It must've been."
He sighs and it ruffles her hair. "Not everything goes wrong because of him."
"I know," she whispers, burrowing her head deeper into his chest. "But it's easier to believe that it does."