[ Glow ] ~ Anthony Lockwood x OC

XXXII - What Was That For. . ?

Silence. 

Twenty minutes. 

The time it took for Lockwood, George and Daniel to take the cab from the cemetery to their home, and then to walk through the door, that's all there was; silence. The three remained in a tense silence until they had their rapiers put away and George was storming off into the study. And then Lockwood's temper broke loose, getting the better of him as he followed. 

"You let a non-agent inside the iron circle." 

"I- I'm sorry." George said as he walked to the bookshelf, sorting through the different spines. You could tell in his voice that he didn't mean a word. "Joplin asked about identifiers, and I'd remembered I'd seen an inscription on the mirror." He turned around with a book in hand. "And now I've got it to translate." George moved to walk past Lockwood with a smile. Daniel simply stood in the doorway, leaning her weight on her uninjured leg. 

"No, George, we are done." Lockwood turned to look at his friend, pointing his finger at the ground. "If it wasn't for Lucy, you would be dead. There are ghosts and then there's us. And it is kill or be killed. You let yourself get distracted." 

"Lucy legged it in the middle of a job! But you'd never bollock her like this, would you?" George shot back. "And, by the way, this mirror predates the Problem." George walked back around Lockwood to look at the same bookshelf he was before. He tugged a book off of it and held it on top of the other as he spoke. "Just think about that. Let that blow your mind for one second! Who knows what it could tell us? We should never have left it there in the first place."

"It's DEPRAC property, George." Daniel butt in, her voice hoarse and quiet. She was shoved into the doorframe as Lucy walked past her with a trunk of sorts in her hands. Lucy walked straight past the boys and put the case on a table next to the book shelves.

"What happened to you?" Lockwood huffed. 

Lucy panted out, backing up from the thing she'd brought in. As she moved, Daniel could see it was George's skull that he was always testing about on.

"I told you to watch him."

"The skull." Lucy pointed. "It was talking, just now. And- And not some random repeated death loop. An actual conversation. With me."

"Oh my god, Lucy's lost it." Daniel mumbled under her breath, getting a glare in return from the girl in question.

Lockwood groaned softly, bringing his hand to pinch at his nose.

"Is it talking to you now?" George questioned, his brows pinched. Daniel could tell by the look on his face that he was thinking the exact thing she'd just said.

"No. No, no, look, right-" She walked forward again, walking between the boys and toward the glass case. "I know how this might sound, but it happened. I'm telling the truth. It used my name. That's why I passed out yesterday." 

"Lucy, that's impossible." Lockwood said matter of factly from his new spot at Daniel's side. 

"No, it's not. Marissa Fittes did it." 

Lockwood looked away, clearly annoyed by her antics. Daniel's head found his shoulder as she used him to hold her weight. 

"Right, this valve, yeah?" Lucy turned back to the silver glass jar, messing with a knob on it. "You turn it, you twist it, and then it lets its voice out." The boys looked at her like she was crazy and Daniel just seemed too tired to deal. 

"Come on, George" Lucy turned to the curly haired boy. "You have to believe me." 

George remained silent, looking back at Lockwood before his eyes returned to Lucy.