[WEEK 5: SATURDAY, POST-TRIAL: Lucina]

[spinatalltale]

[she doesn't care. why should she? she knows how this ends. she knows how it's always ended. she opens her heart to someone, and is a disappointment enough for them to cast her aside or leave her]

[she doesn't know why this place would be any different]

[. . . and yet, this evening after the trial, her feet guide her without input from her brain. she checks their mutual hut first-- nothing. she wanders for some time, weaving in and out of the wicker houses]

[until she finds herself at Bellamy's hut. she doesn't know why she didn't try here first, honestly. . . she knows how close the two are, how close they remain, despite the exchanged glances at trial]

Lucina?

[no dramatics. no theatrics. no cheer or usual peppiness. just Magilou, searching for her partner, and totally not because she actually cares or anything like that]

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[rightfully]

[ Magilou won't have to look far! Lucina, having desired a brief respite in the fresh air, had stepped out onto the hut porch. Her half drank bottle of wine is still lovingly clutched, although she's not drinking from it that second. She simply likes the option.

There's a faint flush, high up on her neck and ears. Her expression is a bit... well, let's say hyper aware. ]

Magilou.

[ Lucina tries to stand, and...

... falls in a heap, legs tucked beneath her. ]

It's difficult, because. I lost my arm. My body isn't even anymore. Sometimes, I get up, only to lose my balance. Do you remember, that one morning?