a/n: finally caught up on these. ;D
14.7.11
apricot cream
teddylucylysander
splash, dazzle, abstract
"Choose," says Lysander, standing next to her with his head turned away. "Me or Teddy, Luce. You can't keep doing this. You have to choose."
Lucy, with her eyes turned to the blue sky, makes a small noise in the back of her throat. She hesitates. "I can't."
"You have to," he replies steadily.
But how is she supposed to choose between splash-of-sunshine, dazzling Teddy and apricots-and-cream, bright Lysander? She studies the abstract patterns in the clouds (that one's shaped like the body of a guitar; Lysander loves to play) for a moment, hair blowing gently in the breeze, curling around her neck. She turns to face Lysander, who looks straight back with clear blue eyes.
"Okay," she says, her lips twitching up into a smile. "I've made my choice."
And she runs from them both. She's always been good at that.