scorpiuslucy; daydreamer
as requested by behind these ocean eyes
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To Lucy, there is no greater punishment than sitting still.
She's no daydreamer, lost in thoughts and feelings - she's a go-getter, passionate and crazy and active. She doesn't sit down or lay around like Molly, who's always stuck in her novels, as quiet and invisible as she can be. She gets out there and she gets the job done, and she doesn't rely on anybody.
Except, when it comes to Scorpius, some things change.
There's no need to rush around him, no need to talk to fill the painful void or run away to escape the pressure - all there is, is them in their little bubble, with her asleep in his strong arms as he reads a book with his free hand. All there is, is the soft breathing of hers blowing over the blonde tendrils of his hair as they lay on his neck. All there is, is the silence between them that speaks volumes.
The silence that speaks I love you.
a/n: i hate lucyscorp. and yet i wrote this :P and liked it. damn.