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Authors: Cerys du Lys
been writing, I flipped the laptop screen down, closing it from view. "Sorry, you can't see it. It's private."
"Private, is it?" Lucent asked. "As you wish."
And he gave up.
I scrunched my brow, staring hard at him.
"What?" he asked.
"That's it? You aren't going to try and find out?"
"You said it was private. I don't want to intrude on your privacy."
"Well..." I supposed he had a point. "That's considerate of you, but..."
Lucent lifted one brow, perplexed, then he said in a slow, confused and stilted tone, "Is there anything I can do to convince you to let me see it?"
It was barely a question, not even asked properly with the way he said it, and it made me laugh.
"I'm afraid I'm not very good at this," he said with a smile.
"No, no. It's fine. I guess it's a little confusing, huh? I... I want to tell you, but I'm afraid you'll make fun of me."
"I am positive I won't make fun of you." Lucent nodded, austere.
"What if it's dumb, though?" I asked. "What if it's silly and foolish?"
"I will support you in all of your endeavors, Miss Tanner," Lucent said. "Regardless of my personal opinion, I promise to be supportive and understanding. I would never consider you dumb, though occasionally you are silly, and without a doubt I have never found you foolish."
"That's not true," I said. "Sometimes I've done foolish things. I know I have."
"People make mistakes. It's inevitable in life. That doesn't mean that the mistakes are bad. We may refer to them as foolish if we wish, or we may consider them in an alternative light by stating that we have learned a great deal from them. I prefer the latter."
"Oh," I said. "Really?"
"Yes."
"What about...?" I stopped, not wanting to say it. If I continued with the story I was writing, I'd need to write about it eventually, but I didn't know how I was going to. It was still hard to deal with sometimes and I felt stupid for getting into a situation like that. There were other options, other choices, and, yes, Lucent had saved me from the worst of it, but what if he hadn't?
I couldn't always rely on him. I couldn't always expect him to be there for me, even if I had a lot of good reasons to know he might try to be there anyways. That was wrong, too; Lucent wouldn't just try, he would do it. He was the most stubborn and compulsive man I knew, in a heartfelt and obsessive way. Thinking of it like that made it seem terrible and bad, but I didn't think anything about Lucent was terrible or bad.
"I will always support your decisions," Lucent repeated, steady and sure.
"Can we sit?" I asked. "In front of the fireplace? On the floor like when we were here and trapped together?"
There was no snow outside, nor even the risk of it considering it was the middle of summer, but I liked the fireplace. I liked the idea of it. Sitting in front of it, cozy and nice. Even if there was no fire, that didn't mean we couldn't be cozy. Lucent and I could sit together, cuddling and wrapped up in each other's arms, while chatting or reading or just sitting there quietly.
"Of course," he said. Smiling, he gestured with a flourish towards two chairs in front of the fireplace. I followed his gesture and as I approached the hearth, Lucent lifted and shifted the chairs to the side, leaving a space for us, unobstructed.
"We're not supposed to be up here," I said, whispering.
"I gathered as much," Lucent whispered back. We sat and I immediately moved to lean into him. He put his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. "Why are we whispering, by the way?"
"Because it's fun."
"Is it?"
"Yes. Can I sit in your lap?" I asked.
"If you wish."
I did. I wished. I crawled across him and onto him, facing him. I sat in his lap while wrapping my legs around his waist, looking up at him. Lucent put his hands on my hips, holding me in place.
"You're wearing a skirt, Miss Tanner," Lucent said.
I shifted forward, grinding my
"Private, is it?" Lucent asked. "As you wish."
And he gave up.
I scrunched my brow, staring hard at him.
"What?" he asked.
"That's it? You aren't going to try and find out?"
"You said it was private. I don't want to intrude on your privacy."
"Well..." I supposed he had a point. "That's considerate of you, but..."
Lucent lifted one brow, perplexed, then he said in a slow, confused and stilted tone, "Is there anything I can do to convince you to let me see it?"
It was barely a question, not even asked properly with the way he said it, and it made me laugh.
"I'm afraid I'm not very good at this," he said with a smile.
"No, no. It's fine. I guess it's a little confusing, huh? I... I want to tell you, but I'm afraid you'll make fun of me."
"I am positive I won't make fun of you." Lucent nodded, austere.
"What if it's dumb, though?" I asked. "What if it's silly and foolish?"
"I will support you in all of your endeavors, Miss Tanner," Lucent said. "Regardless of my personal opinion, I promise to be supportive and understanding. I would never consider you dumb, though occasionally you are silly, and without a doubt I have never found you foolish."
"That's not true," I said. "Sometimes I've done foolish things. I know I have."
"People make mistakes. It's inevitable in life. That doesn't mean that the mistakes are bad. We may refer to them as foolish if we wish, or we may consider them in an alternative light by stating that we have learned a great deal from them. I prefer the latter."
"Oh," I said. "Really?"
"Yes."
"What about...?" I stopped, not wanting to say it. If I continued with the story I was writing, I'd need to write about it eventually, but I didn't know how I was going to. It was still hard to deal with sometimes and I felt stupid for getting into a situation like that. There were other options, other choices, and, yes, Lucent had saved me from the worst of it, but what if he hadn't?
I couldn't always rely on him. I couldn't always expect him to be there for me, even if I had a lot of good reasons to know he might try to be there anyways. That was wrong, too; Lucent wouldn't just try, he would do it. He was the most stubborn and compulsive man I knew, in a heartfelt and obsessive way. Thinking of it like that made it seem terrible and bad, but I didn't think anything about Lucent was terrible or bad.
"I will always support your decisions," Lucent repeated, steady and sure.
"Can we sit?" I asked. "In front of the fireplace? On the floor like when we were here and trapped together?"
There was no snow outside, nor even the risk of it considering it was the middle of summer, but I liked the fireplace. I liked the idea of it. Sitting in front of it, cozy and nice. Even if there was no fire, that didn't mean we couldn't be cozy. Lucent and I could sit together, cuddling and wrapped up in each other's arms, while chatting or reading or just sitting there quietly.
"Of course," he said. Smiling, he gestured with a flourish towards two chairs in front of the fireplace. I followed his gesture and as I approached the hearth, Lucent lifted and shifted the chairs to the side, leaving a space for us, unobstructed.
"We're not supposed to be up here," I said, whispering.
"I gathered as much," Lucent whispered back. We sat and I immediately moved to lean into him. He put his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. "Why are we whispering, by the way?"
"Because it's fun."
"Is it?"
"Yes. Can I sit in your lap?" I asked.
"If you wish."
I did. I wished. I crawled across him and onto him, facing him. I sat in his lap while wrapping my legs around his waist, looking up at him. Lucent put his hands on my hips, holding me in place.
"You're wearing a skirt, Miss Tanner," Lucent said.
I shifted forward, grinding my
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