He wishes that he could pull the air from her lungs with his lips, so that each breath of a word that trips from her tongue falls straight onto his. But he is just a boy, and boys are scared little creatures at the best of times. /Lysander, and how he doesn't say a word.

she no longer paints the world a hundred shades of pastel, brimming with a whimsical beauty that only comes from the imagination of a visionary - lucylorcan

Lucy wasn't like her cousins. She couldn't pour her feelings out to people like Rose, she couldn't feel better by blasting things with magic like James and she wasn't immune to bad emotions like Victoire/ Lucy, little fighter girl.

Some nights they think about Lucy. They get together at the burrow and stay up late in the room that Lucy, Victoire and Dominique used to share and sit in silence and remember. .:For The Favourite Character Boot Camp, The Fanfiction Tournaments and the Issues Competition:.