#lucygincott

“You can join us if you’d like!” Lucy offers. Louisa’s gaze rakes over the two of them. Lucy is practically in Gin’s lap, with her legs thrown over Gin’s lap and their arms wound around her torso. Which is great for them, really—Lucy deserves all of the nice physical affection in the world, especially knowing how she was treated growing up and how rare it was for her to receive any touch that didn’t hurt. But Louisa cannot stomach the thought of sitting there beside them, allowed only to watch and not participate.