A malicious torrent of Abraham Darby rose-scented wind welcomed me amid the towering entrance to the Sanatorium - My armpits were absolutely burning from the unbearable crutches that the cautious nurses had 'blessed' upon me for 'Safe healing'. In my opinion anyway, I could hobble around as best as any one-legged teenage ghost-hunter, and for someone whom had escaped an ancient Ghost-hunters nightmare and only lost one limb - and also rescued five out of six of their teammates - I'd say that is quite the accomplishment. Lockwood had gloriously entered a few mere moments ahead of me, which made me slightly jealous as he posed a model-like, stunning, coal-black accented Polo without a single strain. Every single one of his perfect imperfections made me smile slightly - accommodating this with a signature Lucy Carlyle smirk - Yes, that is now a thing. His chestnut eyes glimmered towards me sophisticatedly as I posed awkwardly in my shimmering royal blue gown, beautifully imposing a skinny-figure on me and accommodating all this at the waist, was a sparkly blue ribbon - which was also a twin to my messy-hair bun. Of course, I had never exactly owned a gown, dress, or anything significantly 'Lady-like', aside from the small dress I had from the marvellous ball of Penelope Fittes, which apparently as I've found out, you shouldn't ever wear a dress twice on the news. So, one of the nurses had encouraged me to use her dress, which, as I had somehow remembered through all of this chaos, Allison and her giggly remembrance of Lockwood and his divine-attraction for glimmering royal blue gowns.
"Luce - Y-you look absolutely stunning," Lockwood smiled sheepishly.
"T-thanks Lockwood..", I smiled radiantly, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear significantly as a dazzling George appeared from behind our inseparable silhouettes, he adjusted his polkadot tie amidst his lustrous green polo.
"Looking good, Georgie!", Lockwood grinned, ruffling his mop of hair.
"I'm so nervous about being on the news - Are these sweat-stains noticeable?", George lifted his freckled-arms, revealing gargantuan pools of sweat-stains, I almost threw up - George can almost always succeed in turning a handsome outfit into something absolutely horrid and disgusting.
"George - I was proud to be your associate for five whole seconds," I laughed.
"George - my friend, you need to go change.. For the sake of everyone you come into contact with," Lockwood laughed handsomely as George grunted and awkwardly shuffled back into the Sanatorium, his arms tight against his side.
"George - he can be a sad human being at times, but the best friend I could ever have, Oh - and did you happen to know I loved royal blue?," Lockwood grinned.
"I heard from your - sister, that you loved royal blue," I eyed him lightly.
"L-Luce.. You must have seen something like that somewhere else, there is no possible way you could have seen Allison like that," Lockwood winced - hurt.
"Never mind Lockwood.. When we are at your house, and the paparazzi invade, should I leave out Marissa Fittes?", I asked him nervously.
"I suppose so - we'll have to tell Barnes though," He said calmly.
"Mmm.. Well - um.. How about a good luck kiss?", I said, immediately gasping at what I had said - why would I even say that? Although, it wasn't that bad that I had asked - he grinned mischievously and pressed his lips against mine, forcing me back into the brick-stoned wall amid the weight of our kiss.
Abruptly George appeared through the Sanatorium entrance, his jaw gaping in stifling shock as we each pulled away awkwardly, his eyes were blazing with frustration as he slung the ebony duffel bag from our earlier case behind his back and storming over to the cab awaiting our arrival - I hobbled after him nervously as he turned to me, his eyes glimmering with hurt and an uproar of emotions.
"Mmm.. I never knew I'd be the third-wheel one day, I just wouldn't think you'd do this right in front of my face like this!", George screamed.
"George I'm sorry! How about you have the last donut?", I smiled warmly.
"Luce, just shut up for once, I'm tired of you two doing this! Lockwood, I never thought you'd stoop so low, I've been wanting to tell you about a document I had found on my earlier trip to the DEPRAC library - Mm.. She's not what she seems," He hissed, flicking a brazen document towards Lockwood, which he caught in a swift movement of his hands, I bit my lip with a deep sigh.
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The Abandoned Sanatorium (Lockwood & Co: FanFiction)
Fanfic⊗ Lucy Carlyle has seen it all in the past years within her time at Lockwood & Co, a mirror conjured by a psychopathic genius in which you could see the afterlife, and a malevolent, haunted staircase which could kill you just by its blood-curdling c...
