Give me that which I desire

“Did you really just say pish posh?” Wendy asked, laughing to herself as she tried to move on from the subject of herself. She couldn’t help that Luce was curious; she always had, and she assumed that she always would be. She knew this every time she went into a conversation with her. She blushed slightly. “Well, at least there’s someone that doesn’t think I’m entirely mundane.” 

“I have,” Lucy was adamant about it. “And I will again if you dare to contradict me,” she stated, offering the woman a gaze that was veiled by thick dark lashes, yet, the comment that came from the New Zealander next caused the Englishwoman to arch an eyebrow. Luce, then, moved a hand and brushed some of Wendy’s strawberry blonde locks behind her shoulder. “And who dares speak such idiocy?” she wondered.

“I’m sure we can,” she agreed, nodding her head as she smirked wider, her arms crossing over her chest. Licking her lips, she chewed down on the lower lip for a moment before tilting her head in a specific direction. “Let’s go back to my place. We can let our imaginations run wild in private,” she teased. 

One of the corners of Luce’s lips remained up in the sort of lopsided smile she had offered the other woman earlier. “That sounds like a remarkable plan,” she agreed with a couple of nods. “I’m Lucy by the way,” she thought it was only for her to introduce herself, even if there was a possibility the other woman would already know her name. 

“Oh, please,” she said, waving her hand to urge her to keep going. “However you want to show me, I’d be more than happy to oblige.” Licking her lips, she crossed her arms over her chest, watching her with an expectant expression. “I happen to enjoy all types of artwork.” 

“I like your spirits,” Luce told the other woman, a smile forming on her lips. “I’m sure there are wonderful things we can do with it,” she hinted. “Oh, I’m also appreciative of all forms of artwork. And some of those really aren’t as appreciated as they should have been,” she shook her head from side to side, a tutting noise coming from her lips. “We can certainly amend it.”

Ainsley balked when she heard a familiar voice and turned to face the source. 

Luce.

She’d always make time for her. Ainsley paused in her step to allow her to catch up and her head tilted to the side in curiosity. “Luce, what can I do for you?” she queried.

Luce’s steps became a little faster so that she could catch up with the other woman. “Well,” she began. “I’ve heard a rumor, something that might leave you a bit upset if you don’t already know, and I thought it was only fair for me to ask you about it,” the brunette was incredibly cryptic, though not necessarily by choice. “I should probably just head straight to the point. I’ve heard word that your sister might have gotten here. Did you know about it?”

“Like most places, it definitely depends on the season,” Wendy replied, nodding her head as she looked down at her feet, her toes curling up against the ground. It felt good to be on solid ground after so long on a ship. She liked to try and understand the pirates’ way of life, but being on a ship for large expanses of time didn’t seem to appealing to her. “Uh,” Wendy stuttered, blushing slightly as she bit down on her lower lip. “I don’t really know what you want to hear. You know I’m rather boring.” 

At the words, Luce shrugged one of her shoulders. It was something that made sense to her after all, and there was no need for the two of them to dwell in it. As the princess stumbled in her words, the woman’s focus turned towards her with a quirked eyebrow. One that was clearly reading more into that situation than the other one might have wished her to. “Pish posh,” she shook her head and her hand drew in a wishy-washy kind of gesture to dismiss it. “I don’t know who you might be talking to or talking about, but the Wendy Warwick I’ve known is the farthest thing from boring.”

“Of course I’m looking for you” said Celeste. “I was worried you’d been left behind somehow.” She didn’t show concern for a lot of people, but she considered Luce one of her very best friends and one of the people on the island she was closest to. “At least Tulach House was direct and to the point” she said. “Le Pavillon makes it sounds like a luxury hotel.” Which it was definitely not. “I mean, its not all bad” she admitted finally. “At least I have some of my friends and family here.”

Luce’s head canted to a side as she considered her friend’s words. “Okay, so, perhaps that’s not something as ludicrous as it could have seemed. I do have a way of turning up somewhere I shouldn’t have been,” the brunette thought about it. “Still, I suppose there was no dodging that bullet,” she moved her head negatively. “I honestly don’t know why bother why the nomenclature,” Luce shook her head some more. “And, I could say the same thing. I’ve stumbled into my sister, into Iris… This is starting to look a lot like a family reunion, and I’m not sure what to think of it…”

Turning on a corner, Luce spotted Ainsley and found herself hurrying in the other woman’s direction. She had heard some rumors and she was desperate to know whether they were true, still, she knew it was still necessary for her to keep some decorum, she needed to make this sound as casual as it might be virtually possible while still being able to extract any sort of information the younger princess might have to offer her. “Ainsley,” she called out. “Wait up!”

“I’m not opposed to nicknames,” Charlie replied, grinning playfully as his eyebrows rose for a fraction of a second to emphasize the point. In truth he was actually quite fond of nicknames— they denoted at least a certain kind of affection and banter that he genuinely enjoyed, and judging by the fact that he’d been quite surprisingly pleased to run into the English princess on the occasions he had purely for the sharpness of her wit and the ease with which they could speak, so he wasn’t opposed to the idea of her drumming up something to call him. “If there’s something else you’d like me to call you other than ‘your majesty’, you could just tell me? Or I could just stick with your name but that’s a bit boring, honestly. So, I’ll need alternatives if we’re meant to sort this out,” he explained, only half-joking as he studied Luce quietly. His eyes wandered over the length of her with very little shame in the gesture before his gaze settled on hers again as she continued to speak. A deep, rolling laugh surged through him with such an intensity that it was genuinely impossible for him to choke it back and he leaned over to press his palms to his thighs as his shoulders shook and a fairly obnoxious snort interrupted the laughter for several moments before he straightened himself up to grin brightly at the princess, still attempting to muffle his trailing giggles into the palm of his hand. “Do I really look like a Benedict?” He asked, another laugh tumbling from his lips as he gestured to the variety of tattoos lining his forearms that were visible only because he’d rolled up his shirt sleeves during the length of his walk. “Christ, I ought to get you to write up my aliases— I can just picture walking into port somewhere as Benedict MacMillan, because that sounds bloody hysterical.” His smile hadn’t faded in the slightest and he studied the princess again only to note that he found the flush on her cheeks fairly cute in the grand scheme of things, “Don’t worry— you’re looking fit, flushed and all,” He drawled, tossing her a wink before he crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged. “Me? Nothing exciting. I read a book this morning and thought I might have a walk around after all the sittin’ I’d done and here you are! So, this conversation is now the most exciting thing I’ve done today— you should feel very honored.”

“Not opposed to nicknames,” the brunette repeated the words, making a mental note out of them as a small smile appeared on her features. “As for what you might call me,” Luce announced, then paused as she thought about it. Over the years, she had had many nicknames, it was hard to pick one. “Lucille would have been fine, I mean, it is my given name after all, but, if you think that’s boring, as you’ve put it,” she nodded. “Then, there are also Lucy, Luce, Lulu, Cille,” she was enumerating some that she was able to think of at the top of her head. “There have been many variations over the years, one more creative and spontaneous than the other, so, I suppose it’s all about picking your poison,” she mentioned. Much like the man ahead of her, Luce had never been someone who quite minded nicknames, besides, sometimes when people regarded her in ways that were too formal, her name made it sound as if an elderly lady was about to make an appearance. At least she could say she was happy to dodge being named after late family members, otherwise, she might have ended up with a name such as Hyacinth or Gladys; nicknames for either of those would have been tricky, to say the least. The sound of laughter had Luce’s lips scrunching as she held back a fit of it herself. Then, it was the princess’ turn to look him up and down, taking in all of his features before she addressed his question. “I believe you could have been a Benedict MacMillan if we’re talking about something set on the beginning of the nineteenth century,” she explained, her lips still pressed in a line that prevented her from grinning. “Oh, you’ve been reading? How fascinating. What were you reading?” She couldn’t prevent her curiosity at bay. Luce had always been someone who loved books and literature, it was why she could, so easily, come up with a new name for him. “I surmise that whatever you might have had in hands was interesting, after all, you did say you were engrossed in it for hours,” she thought about it. To her, this was something that made perfect sense. Several times she had encountered books that made her literally unable to put them down. “Well, I’m going to be flattered then. In all honesty, running into you has also been the most thrilling thing that happened to me today.”

                  ❛ Yes, I did. ❜  He was obviously joking, he knew this was from the Beatles, but to each people, he likes to sing a song. ❛ Shoot all the question, Lucy. ❜ But speaking of question. ❛ Lucy, I also have a question for you… Are you good at making a cocktail? ❜ This time Loki had all his beard and mustache shaved, but his hair yet was bigger. He had to accept, nobody liked the style he developed before.

    “Since this song was released in 1967… By then, did you already know I was going to be born and be this awesome person that you love?” She questioned in evident jest, a hand splayed against her chest. “And, if so… How old are you actually?” She kept it going, a smile in her features. His question did catch her off guard, and her eyebrows bunched up in confusion. “That might depend on what sort of cocktail you’d be talking about…”

❛ Maybe. ❜ In regards to hide. Well, she wasn’t in one of her greatest looks to start with when she steps on this new island. She looked like a zombie and she knew she needed a full recovery from the illness. The only reason she surrounder for her illness it was because her body wouldn’t bear herself anymore, anything.

She inhaling deeply the marijuana, feeling super tranquil. Her gaze met the view before her, the nature and the blow from the wind. ❛ I’m glad to see, you’re okay. ❜ Nora meant it. This isn’t a false statement. In her eyes, she wasn’t that bad from the other people she saw so far.

However, she could be wrong, not paying attention to details. She looked briefly to the brunette before head her face to the view before her.

The admission of it made Lucille quirk an eyebrow. When the princess said it, she wasn’t expecting it to be true. “Maybe, huh?” She questioned. “If the answer to it is maybe, then, I’m going to assume you could have just said yes, otherwise you would have just adamantly denied,” she reasoned.

A small smile caused Luce’s lips to curl on the corners, and her shoulders ventured up and down with a shrug. “Well, it’s a good thing I’ve never had problems faring by boats if you remove the sun and heat from the equation,” she mentioned. “Though your words make me wonder… Is there any other reason why I shouldn’t be okay?” the brunette found herself questioning, her eyebrow still arched.

“I hate to be the one to say this, but, you, on the other hand, seem like you have seen better days,” she pointed a forefinger in her general direction.

@kinzie-m

Luce’s smirk became just slightly more uptilted at the other one’s words. “I can paint you more than a picture,” she suggested, her tone dropping down a couple of octaves. “By the look in your face, I would say you probably have a nice idea what’s going through my mind right now,” the princess trailed off, raking a hand through her dark hair.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing you never came to visit me in New Zealand,” Wendy teased. She was fair skinned, yes, but her skin had grown accustomed to the sun in her homeland. It never burned her anymore, simply gave her far too many freckles for her liking. “Nothing, actually. I’m sure we’ve been doing the same things. Being hauled onto ships. Being brought her. Trying to settle in.” She rocked her head from side to side, trying to stretch out the knots. “I need to just relax.” 

Lucille chuckled at the statement. “The weather there always seemed to be a little diverse,” she mentioned. “At least that’s what I’ve learned from watching The Lord of the Rings several times,” Luce added, humor still lingering in her words. “Relaxation sounds like something we might all be in dire need of,” the brunette agreed. “But, I doubt that’s all there might be to it. Come on, Wendy, I know you far too well to think this might be all you’ve been up to,” she offered the woman a sly and slightly devious sort of look.

@irisferdinand

Luce outstretched a hand and moved one some loose tendrils of Iris’ hair behind her shoulder as she smiled at the woman. “All things considered, I’m doing well,” she pointed out, emphasizing the statement with a couple of nods. “How about you? When did you get here?” She wondered, especially for she was positive she had not seen Iris at all while back at the former island. “Did anybody hurt you?”