SWEET SISTER:

      lucy POUTS, theatrical yet sincere all the same, thick golden curls rapidly dampening, sticking to her face as a result. “ aye   ——   it’s not as if you can go change for whatever that’s so important once we’re done. ”  she punctuates this remark with her toes flicking flecks of water toward her sister   —   not hard enough to do any damage  —  and giggles. for someone who is queen, and therefore rules all, lucy thinks susan takes things far too seriously sometimes. “  come on! take off your shoes and have some fun with me !! ”   she darts toward susan, holding right to susan’s one hand.  “ do it or  i shall pull you out here, i swear i will !! ”  

     ❝  YOU WOULDN’T dare !!  ❞    she tugs halfheartedly at lucy’s grip, the REPROACHFUL effect lost by the smile lighting her face. the rain does feel refreshing : it’s faint spray blowing in beneath her alcove and TOUCHING upon her cheeks, soft like a kiss…. but she doesn’t have the time, really she should already be inside preparing.     ❝   LUCY…  ❞