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“ᴡʜʏ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ? ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴏᴏʟ?
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otpsource valentine's day event 2023 ♡ tropes
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my first locklyle art in ..... seven years ??? for the lockwood and co discord garden party event :) lockwood and lucy visiting lucy's hometown, sometime after the events of the series
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my first locklyle art in ..... seven years ??? for the lockwood and co discord garden party event :) lockwood and lucy visiting lucy's hometown, sometime after the events of the series
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I feel like I dont do enough funky stuff with lighting so I kind of had fun just messing around with this haha. (Sketchie for a friendie)
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THIS scene.
First, notice how Lucy JUMPS up from the steps the second Barnes says they can see him now.
She hurries over to Lockwood and gives the most obvious and adorable sigh of relief to see he’s okay. Unbidden and unashamed.
And even though she’s not the only one approaching Lockwood, he stares only at Lucy, looking her up and down with a very intimate smirk… it’s almost lewd… like he wants to devour her. She can’t look away.
They don’t break eye contact.
“Just reckless enough”
And inside joke, just theirs. He says it for her.
Cut to Lucy still staring at him like he’s all she wants to ever see.
Cut to Lockwood, STILL staring intensely at her, only looking away when Barnes interrupts the moment.
Lockwood doesn’t even try to hide it anymore. George and Kipps and Barnes are all right there watching the exchange. Lockwood doesn’t even spare a glance at his best mate; because he can’t tear his eyes from Lucy.
But look at that expression. It’s so Lockwood, but it’s more. His knowing smirk, his intense and unabashed eye contact says so much more than he can speak aloud.
It says that he remembers how she held him as he was semi-conscious on the catafalque. How she cradled his head in her lap and gently caressed his cheek. How openly intimate she was in that moment, not caring that she clearly looked like a girl desperately in love, and not at all like an employee, associate, or a flat-mate.
The intensity in his eyes is a bit wolf-ish. He’s eager for something, for her. He knows now, more sure than ever, that he’s not been imagining their chemistry. It’s not one-sided, as he might have feared when he lies awake wondering if he’s been too forward by catching her hand or her gaze at every opportunity. He’s almost kissed her twice now. Once perched on her bed, hand in hand. Once half-drowned on the bank of the Thames until she shoved him away, confounding as ever. No, now he can be direct. No more hiding his love for her, his Lucy. And what a relief. It’s been consuming him …and he’s awful at hiding it, probably because he truly doesn’t want to.
That smirk says “I know you feel it too, Lucy Carlyle. And the next chance I get I’m going to tell you I’m crazy about you. And kiss you senseless.”
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my first locklyle art in ..... seven years ??? for the lockwood and co discord garden party event :) lockwood and lucy visiting lucy's hometown, sometime after the events of the series
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“My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn’t stopped thinking about you since well before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree.”
— Alex Turner’s love letter to Alexa Chung (via tinyneedles)
#Lockwood x Lucy
It's Locklyle from Lockwood's POV
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He tries to grin, tries to smile, but you can see how bloody worried he is that he’s really messed up this time and she’ll go. The shift of his brows, the muscle in his neck.
He’s a remarkable actor.
This is his FIRST ROLE.
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“Having fun?” “I’m having a lovely time.” “So I see. Do you need some company?” “Always.”
The Empty Grave 385-386
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Just your normal husband and wife things. Also, can I say how much I love this moment?? After THB and TCS seeing my babies being lunatics together again warms my heart and soul.
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lucy loves lockwood's smile SO MUCH its adorable
so here's every time she admires his smile or waxes poetic about how much of an effect it has on her in the books (this will be long):
- Lockwood ignited his smile; its warmth lit up the evening.
- When he smiled at me, a warm light seemed to suffuse the room.
- Lockwood gave me a radiant smile. […] I soon learned that when he smiled like that, it was hard not to agree with him.
- He sat back and smiled - and this time it wasn't the full megawatt version, the one you obeyed despite yourself; just a warm, companionable grin.
- He wore that slight half-smile he reserves for dangerous situations; the kind of smile that suggests complete command.
- He grinned; it was that warm smile that made everything seem simpler, ready to click perfectly into place.
- The radiance of his smile filled the room.
- It was the old Lockwood smile again; the landing grew much brighter.
- Then he gave us his sudden radiant grin, the one that made everything seem okay.
- He flashed her his fifty-percent smile, the reassuring one.
- Lockwood really smiled, then. The sudden warmth of its radiance made my misgivings seen mean and needlessly hostile. (lol)
- He grinned at me; I grinned at him. A swell of joy rose in me, displacing the ache of my muscles, my burning lungs.
- Lockwood smiled at me. "Thanks, Luce. Nice one." It wasn't quite the way he'd looked at me that moment during the chase, but it echoed it; warmth rushed through me.
- Then he was beside us, grinning that old grin.
- As I met his gaze, he smiled - and that smile was a world away from the hundred-gigawatt version you saw in the papers. It was warm but somehow hesitant, as if it hadn't been used recently. It was the smile I'd hazily imagined a hundred times; only now it was real, solid, meant just for me.
- His smile broadened, carrying me with it. It became a sunnier place, that little landing.
- For the first time, the old grin extended its wat fully across his face. Its radiance bathed me; that was something else that hadn't changed as all.
- He smiled at me. The warm feeling was back.
- Behind his gappy grin shone the old Lockwood smile, and that smile and those words together swept everything else aside. All guilt and queasiness were gone, and I was conscious of nothing other than the thrill of being there with him.
- His smile made me feel a little flushed.
- His smile was as bright as ever, his energy lit up the stage.
- As we filed in, he turned and smiled. It was his old grin.
- Lockwood's smile was wolf-like.
- As he met my gaze, his smile became a grin.
- Lockwood put on a fair attempt at his most gleaming smile.
Bonus: Lucy smiling at Lockwood:
- That was where he always was - at the forefront of the group, standing between us and the darkness. How poised and graceful he was. His presence gave me courage, even in a place like this. I smiled at him. he couldn't see me, of course. It didn't matter.
- As always, I found myself smiling after him. As always, the room felt a little darker after he'd left.
