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Defying Gravity
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September 16, 1889 - Small muggle village outside of London

That afternoon Lucy had left her room for the last time as an unmarried woman. She had stood in the middle of her room for what may have been the last time, looking over the remnants of her girlhood. Her favorite doll, Marigold, with her blond ringlets still sat on a chair under the window. Her perfumes and makeup were scattered across her vanity. But next to the fireplace sat her trunk, packed as it had once been for school but now contained what was dearest to her if she should not return. It would remain at Nora’s until she could claim it. Her maid had watched her with her perceptive green eyes taking in Lucy’s every move, her hands holding Lucy’s carpet bag that held all the essentials Lucy would need. With a final glance around Lucy left an envelope addressed to her mother on her vanity. No one would think to look in here until tomorrow afternoon when she did not return. With that she had walked to the fireplace and traveled to Nora’s.

It was quite possible that this whole venture wouldn’t have worked without the help of dear friends, namely Nora Abercrombie, who had kindly agreed to “host” her for the evening. Supposedly it was her last chance to see her friends before her marriage. In part a truth. She would see Nora before she was married, but the impending nuptials were much closer and to an altogether different gentleman than Lucy had made it seem to her mother. After a quick visit with her friend Lucy and her maid had set out.

Dusk had fallen by the time they had reached the rendezvous point. Lucy’s cloak, created for her trousseau, was a deep lavender silk that swirled with darkening shades of purple, like the last fingers of twilight, enchanted so only those with magic might see the changing colors. She would have liked to wear her white wedding gown, a confection of silk and lace that had been imported from France for her, but she had worried it might be visible in the dark. Instead she had settled on her lavender gown that had been made by the same dressmaker in France and designed to go with the cloak. Her hair was elaborately twisted back with lavender ribbons and her mother’s pearl comb slipped into it. Worried that her light locks would attract attention, Lucy had loosely pulled her cloak over her hair, grateful for her maid’s charm that would make it look untouched.

The road was quiet, the nearest house some distance down the road and the farmlands she stood on had no buildings nearby. She and her maid were the only people in sight, standing under a small copse of trees. Lucy had never really taken a moment to consider how a heroine must have felt waiting to be whisked away, but now it was all she could think of. How her heart hammered, wondering if he truly would come to her, wondering if they would get caught, wondering what would become of them. Surely all her doubts would be stilled when she saw Ace walking toward her.

The hour seemed to pass intolerably slow. No one passed by them and Lucy found herself reticing each letter Ace had sent her in her head to calm herself. What would he think of her now that he saw her in person again?

Finally a shape materialized before them, walking down the lane, a small light with them. Unbidden a broad smile slid across Lucy’s lips and she started forward, “Ace!” Her whispered cry lifting into the air before them. She rushed forward, throwing her arms around him, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. He had come. He really had come to save her!

@Ace Lukeson


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While most of the planning had been done in the days before, some things still had to have been done before this evening. Ace took to the task of writing letters to his mother and siblings. Had performed a spell to make his mother's letter into a perfume bottle temporarily, which had taken some time to perfect in the days beforehand. And last but not least, packed clothing to bring in a portable case. Enchanted inside to hold more than it looked.

Unlike Lucille, he knew he would be returning home. But it was always good to be a little over prepared. The staff at home had given him odd looks, no doubt giving guesses as to where he was off to. Perhaps some were betting on it, not that he approved.

Mother had been busy with the baby when Ace made his departure. Trying to keep from needing to lie too often if he could help it. He knew that mother would adore Lucille after getting to know her. If only his siblings were able to spend time with Lucille more before their marriage.

Unlike his bride, Ace's choices in clothing were more limited as a man. Though that was too be expected in their society. Upon arriving in the village, he was glad to spot her quickly. She was a vision in purple. With it being a muggle village, Ace preferred to not take too many chances with magic. It was a lantern in his hand that was enchanted to not burn one unless the held their hand over it for a ridiculous amount of time.

He smiled brightly in the dark evening upon seeing her, his heart beating at a fairly fast pace. He wrapped his own arms around her, careful with the lantern. "Lucille, my love. How are you? Your travels went well I hope?" He asked, first thinking of her wellbeing and happiness.



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While Lucy had waited she had worried that despite her excitement and her own feelings, if she might be nervous to see Ace. After all they had not seen each other or spoken in a month, not since their letters had started or they declared their own feelings for each other. She had wondered if she would suddenly be shy, if she would worry about his love. But standing there with Ace’s arms around her, she knew that all her worries had been for naught. It was if a day hadn’t passed since she had last seen him. As if they had always been this way.

Lucy leaned back slightly and looked up at Ace, hesitant to leave the safety of his arms. “I’m better now that you are here.” She admitted a grin on her face and she took him in. That was not to say that she hadn’t been alright before he came, but she was so much happier now, standing here in his arms then she had been as she nervously awaited him. But she didn’t want him to think there was anything that had gone wrong with their plans and was quick to add, “But everything went smoothly. And your travels?


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Ace had his own worries. Not doubts, but worries. Worries that someone would find out and appear to drag Lucille away to a miserable marriage. That she would get more than silly gossip to worry about. But her presence calmed him, and his focus fell on her and her words.

There was a pang of worry at her first words. Had someone said something? Been cruel to her in some way? But her additional words calmed him once more. "Good. My travels have been fine, though the household staff seemed quite curious as to what I was up to." He couldn't very well blame them for that. Curiosity was only natural.



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Staff always were more inquisitive than Lucy expected, but the Flint servants had learned to hide it. They had been expected too. Few expressed interest or questioned what the Flint women did, the result of the housekeeper having been trained in the days of Mr. Flint. As such it surprised Lucy to hear that Ace's staff were curious - and it worried her. "Did any of them suspect what your plans were?" Lucy couldn't help the concerned edge to her tone. The Lukeson household seemed like it would be quite a bit different than the Flint household.


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Guinevere and Ryder hadn't been as stern toward their staff as some other families might. Though too much chatter was met with dismissal, that was more when things got out of hand. Not something that occured often, but most household staff knew to keep their mouths shut from the get go.

"I suppose, but I believe the highest bet is that I'm running off to join the circus." He said with an attempt to cheer her up. Though that probably wasn't the brightest thing to say. "Jokes aside, no. They know I like to travel. The question is more close to a where to than a because of." He reassured soon after.



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A surprised laugh sprung past Lucille’s lips. “Oh? Whatever reasons have you given them to think that?” She teased, suspecting this wasn’t actually the case. A suspicion which Ace confirmed only a moment later. “And where shall we travel then?” Lucille asked, wondering not about their first destination, that she knew, but of where they would travel to afterwards.


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The laugh he heard filled him with even more joy. A wonderful laugh, and one that he was glad to hear. "Isn't that the main reason the youth run off?" He responded playfully. Her next question was one of where they would be going. "I was thinking Italy. There are many beautiful sights in the area to visit." Many considered the area to be quite romantic.



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Lucy giggled, “I should have realized.” She wondered if her servants would think the same thing. It wasn’t altogether unheard of, but she supposed she had always found running away to be a bit more romantic than the circus.

A happy sigh escaped her lips. “I’ve always wanted to see Italy.” Lucy admitted. And France. But there would be time for all of that.

“Miss?” Her maid’s voice was quiet behind them, but it held a hint of urgency. Reluctantly Lucy stepped away from Ace and turned to look at her. “I think someone might be coming.” Worry crept into her chest and Lucy looked up at Ace worry in her eyes. They weren’t free yet, couldn’t celebrate yet. If anyone had learned they had left…. Lucille didn’t want to think of what they might do to stop this marriage from happening.


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