This is awful.

"You have my face. Why?" Her words didn’t come out quite as strong as she would have liked them to, but her voice wasn't shaking, which was good enough.

She clenched her hands into fists to try and mask the shaking. She had to look like she was dangerous, otherwise things weren't going to go very well for her. Regret tugged at the back of her mind, but that wouldn't do her any good. Now she just had to stick with what she’d done and see where it took her.

After noting the way nervousness clung to the other like a cobweb, Lucy spoke in the same distantly distasteful tone to reply: "Lucy Silver. Now are you finished with your babbling so I may leave?"

That moment when you’re mutuals with someone, and you 

“Apart from the fact that I’m dying, I’m fine.”

“Can I say something that will probably annoy you?”

“Everything I’ve ever done, every choice I’ve ever made, every terrible and wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me, it’s all led me to right here, this moment with you.”

“Everything you’ve accomplished is because of me.”

“Have you ever looked back on something you’ve done and it’s like someone else is doing it?”

“I can’t help it if you got off by putting things in my mouth.”

“I don’t know what to do about my life.”

“I just feel like I’ve waited long enough. I don’t want to waste any more time before we take the next step.”

“I love when you get angry, I mean at other people, not at me.”

“I need time to stop being mad and you need time to figure out a way to be okay with this.”

“I need you to know that our partnership, our relationship is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.”

“I think I’m man enough to admit I’m completely theory-less.”

“I’d rather be dead than end up in your bed.”

“I’m so happy for you, despite of who you’re marrying.”

“I’m suddenly getting a clear and frightening visual of what my future will look like.”

“I’ve been kind of looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you so don’t do anything stupid.”

“If I have to hear that confession one more time, I’m going to shoot somebody.”

“In life, there is no such thing as a perfect time for anything.”

“Keep your mouth shut and let’s try not to get us both killed.”

“Lipstick marks on my shirt? Where?”

“Now just take your turn and feel the bitter sting of defeat.”

“The last thing I need is to watch someone from my past try to seduce my fiance while talking about the goddess that lives in her hooha.”

“Trusts kills faster than bullets.”

“What’s a great love story without obstacles to overcome? Every fairy tale has them.”

“You want everything to be black or white. I get it. But in this town it rarely is.”

While trying to think of some excuse he continually glanced back at Lucy, covering the action with picking up a case to read the back. There was still something about them that seemed familiar. The more he thought about it the more he realized it wasn’t their appearance, it was the general way they held themselves. He’d definitely encountered them before, though he could swear the two of them hadn’t talked.

Why would he need to watch them like this? Surely Lucy had given nothing away, they kept everything close and the All-Mother's advice closer. Where had they gone wrong? What had they missed? The god nervously twisted a pen cap in their hands. It was far too long until their shift was up, and a good walk until they could get to a place to talk to someone to help. Someone to take care of this Jarvis before he opened it all up and forced Lucy back into the kind of world they had come to avoid.

Of course Jarvis looked into the mysterious young person after their meeting. The whole thing had just left him too uneasy to do anything else. If nothing else it would just confirm they were a normal teenage, right? And he would never have to worry about Lucy Silver again.

Except that wasn’t what even an hours worth of digging showed. As far as he could find they had little to no records, particularly outside America (where had they even said they were from?), and there was little to no activity on social media websites. As far as he could find, Lucy barely existed outside a barely active twitter account and a library job. Not the most wonderful evidence.

The disgraced god shoved the cart back out near the tables and begrudgingly made their way back to the front desk to mope about until it was closing time. When the door made an offended creak Lucy turned, hoping it was their lazy 'friend' whom they could lecture and/or give the cold shoulder to.