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[restinglichface]

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a million years too late bUT

[nerdlette]

[Lucretia would protest that she's not a nerd, that she simply enjoys a very specific set of things and some of those things are exceptionally academic in nature. But then Lup is tangling their fingers together and promising -- you're both mine tonight -- and it's like she forgets to breathe. She forgets to do anything but tag along, glancing over at Barry periodically with wide doe-eyes.

It's warm outside, warm enough that Lucretia's curls stick to her forehead after only a couple minutes of walking, warm enough that sweat pools at the back of her neck and where her and Lup's palms meet. She'd rather die than let go, though, she wishes she could reach out and grab Barry's hand too, but a) that would be counterproductive to walking and b) she doesn't have that kind of bravery.

Also, she remembers suddenly, with a quick, panicked gasp:] I. Can't swim.

<3 <3 my dearest <3 <3

[barold]

[Barry occasionally catches Lucretia's eyes as they walk, making their way out of the ship, down the ramp, and into the forest. It strikes him then how young she really is. Sure, age and time is all... weird to the crew by now. They've all lived to see and do and feel a lot more than any of them had thought possible. But Lucretia is still the youngest of them all, and even though she's brilliant, blazingly smart, effortlessly beautiful, even though she's more perceptive than anyone Barry's ever met, sometimes her youth shows.

Specifically in those huge, curious eyes. The way she looks at Lup, almost every time he catches her staring. The way she's looking at him now. It's exciting, a thrill rushing through him like electricity up his spine every time their eyes meet across from Lup. But he feels the need to stay rational. To not get too swept away by temptation and emotion.]

You don't have t'do anything you don't want to. Got it? [And Barry holds the young woman's gaze then, makes sure she sees, makes sure she understands. Nothing happens unless Lucretia wants it to. She's smart enough to know on her own, he's certain, but Barry needs to make sure she knows she's not pressured here.]

We can just wade. Right, Lup? [He gives Lup's waist a little squeeze, delighting in the feeling of her body pressed against his. Given her dig at him earlier, he feels comfortable teasing her a little.] I mean, y'spent so long doin' your hair this mornin'. Would be a shame to get it wet and let it go t'waste.

ALSO ADDING ITS COOL, BABE

[restinglichface]

[Stop making eyes over Lup's head, nerds, or a girl is gonna get jelly real fast.

It's not exactly what she wanted--the elf was looking forward to getting her swim on and to playfully dunking some cuties in the lake--but Lup isn't the type to get herself wound up in little changes to plans. She rolls with it like a champ, sticking her tongue up at Barry before she's laughing along with his teasing, giving her messy braid a flick over her shoulder before her arm is slipping back snuggly around the man's waist.

She turns her smile on Lucretia, squeezing at her hand, not seeming to mind the sweat there. Sweaty little humans are too cute.] That gonna be chill, Luce? We could just do something else too, y'know. Point out dick constellations in the stars or hit that town that's to the north and get trashed at the tavern there. As long as we're out, it's whatever.

[Honestly, if she'd known Lucretia couldn't swim, she would have just dragged her up to their room instead, but now that they've already snuck outside, may as well make the most of it. But really, girl. Lup's gonna tease you about forgetting that for at least the next ten years, so best prepare yourself.]