#i wrote this in like 3 days while dissociating from anxiety and/or nearly falling asleep after ela inspired it so

[zukkaoru]

bowing here, i find my rest

Before they go, though, Lucy stops Louisa in her tracks. She frowns. “Are you okay?” “Your hair is messed up,” Lucy explains. She reaches out, fixing the strand that had somehow gotten tangled around Louisa’s headband. It takes only a moment. Lucy wishes it required more time. She would spend an eternity in a safe room with only Louisa for company, running her hands through her hair, weaving little braids into it. Maybe one day, they can run away and find a safe place together.

on lucy, louisa, and the sanctity of church bathrooms

⛪ 5.1k words || montcott || childhood friends, no powers au ⛪ for @bsd-rarepair-week-2024 day 7: free day