𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, four of them, in the kitchen at Portland Row. A blue haze hung around the room; dawn's pre-light was there.Carolynne had been sat silently chewing the inside of her mouth, staring at the edge of the table as her leg bounced up and down. She was worried sick about Lockwood, of course. He may have been cold and distant towards her lately but he was still her partner, she'd be no better if she wasn't worried about him.
"He'll be all right," Carolynne finally broke her silence however she didn't tear her eyes from the table nor steady her leg. "Won't he?"
George was staring at the remains of his hot chocolate, as if he could read the future in its frothy dregs like some sort of fortune teller. "Yes, of course he will. Fine."
"It's just a bang to the head, right?" Carolynne's words were coming out in a complete whirl, "knocked him out for a bit, made him woozy….But he's okay now...."
"Yes."
"Well," Holly smiled, "that's what we hope." Lucy felt like pouncing across the table and strangling the girl, they were trying to ease Carolynne's worries and now Holly was going to make them worse. "If it's a concussion, we'll know in the next few days. Whether he's cracked his skull or not, or if there's bleeding on the brain.” She mixed her fruit salad and cherry yogurt with a spoon, as if what she was saying was nothing.
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Beauty is Terror☽A.J. Lockwood☾
Fanfiction❝If there was one thing Anthony Lockwood was afraid of, it would be Carolynne Blair Lynch's pure, mere, terrifying beauty.❞ 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭? Perhaps a day that didn't go your way so now you'd...