#&.┊ * ᶤᶰᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰ — lucy preston.

[empireburned-a]

        A strange hollowness had fallen over the bunker since their return. Lucy hadn’t noticed it at first, distracted as she had been with all that had happened; it had taken a while for her thoughts to stop spinning long enough to recognize that she was injured, and that others were too. Her gaze had turned to Flynn almost automatically once Jiya had been left to her own devices and Wyatt had gone off to debrief Denise and Mason on the events of the mission, brown eyes taking in the deepening scarlet stain across his shoulder. It needed tending to, and she was glad to have something to keep her busy.

        “ We should get you cleaned up, ”  she murmured, taking a few steps in his direction. Even as she said it, though, she couldn’t quite meet his eye. Why that was, Lucy wasn’t quite sure. Not at the moment, at least. Perhaps it was because he’d seen her break down in a way she never had before. Perhaps it was because she didn’t want to see pity in his gaze ( though she had no way of knowing it’d be there in the first place ). 

        Either way, her chin dropped as she gestured vaguely towards the hallway. “ I think we keep the medical supplies in the bathroom. You’d think I’d know for sure by now, right? ”  One corner of her lips tilted up in a weak attempt at a half-smile before she abandoned it all together and started off.

@mothershipstolen