Locklyle - bare vibes and that 😛

Lockwood

Lockwood stood at the top of Lucy's stairs, hand raised ready to knock. He hesitated only slightly before banging on the door. "Yes?" Lucy's voice immediately made Lockwood's shoulders relax and any hesitation vanish. He let himself in.

Lockwood liked visiting lucy's bedroom, more
than he liked to admit. And, although he had never entered her space without her permission, -obviously- that doesn't mean the idea hadn't crossed his mind a couple of times.

He loved looking around her loft room; it was almost as if  he got to go inside a piece of Lucys mind. Stepping into her room was like entering her world. Lockwood loved this idea.

His eyes darted swiftly over the room, looking around himself. He could see books piled all over the floor, many of them detective novels, and a few, he noticed, that he had recommended himself. This made him smile. There was a small desk pressed up against the left wall, and on it were sketchbooks, pencils and lots of drawing that Lockwood was dying to see.

Lockwood's favourite part of Lucy's room, however, was the small pin board that hung near the window. On it were lots of pictures, drawings,  random newspaper clippings and Christmas cards from over the years. There was no order to where anything went, it was just a jumble of paper cut offs really. But Lockwood loved it nonetheless. He couldn't quite place why.

Then, finally, his eyes landed on Lucy. She was stood by the window and turned to face him, a soft smile growing on her face as she did so.
"Hi, Lucy. Sorry to disturb you." Lockwood said, glancing at the necklace which glinted amongst the stack of papers in his hands.

"Not a problem. Come in."

Lockwood took a few steps forward, he was slightly unsure of himself, but couldn't place any reason to be. He kept his eyes on Lucy, and noted how she looked very nice with the evening sun shining on part of her face. He had always thought her to be pretty, but in this moment, she had never looked more beautiful to him.

Lockwood stopped right in front of Lucy, leaving not a lot of space between them, but Lucy didn't flinch in anyway. "Sorry to disturb you." He repeated. "It's just there's something i want to give you, and there's to much going in downstairs. You know, George painting away like a man possessed; Kipps and Holly trying to fix those cupboard doors..." Lockwood trailed off as he listened to the distant banging and shouting coming from the kitchen where he had just escaped from moments before. But really these were just excuses for seeing Lucy's room again.

"Yeah, OK. I can see what you're holding. That wretched DEPRAC statement. All right, I'll sign it, but not now. Chuck it down somewhere."

Lockwood hesitated slightly. He had meant to give her the necklace. He had only grabbed the papers as an after thought, but now he thought about it, maybe it would be better to leave it for her rather than give it to her straight up. He felt that if he gave it to her like that, that she might feel pressured to wear it, and Lockwood didn't want her to feel pressured in anyway.

In the garden, a few days before, he had told Lucy what the necklace meant to him, and how his father had given it to his mother as a symbol of his undying devotion. But now, Lockwood couldn't help but regret telling her this fact. What if it had seemed a bit much to her? What if she thought Lockwood would be upset if she didn't wear it? This wasn't the case at all. Lockwood just thought that it would look very nice on her.

He decided to make sure Lucy made the decision entirely uninfluenced by himself. "I'll just put it on the bed, shall i?"

"Yeah." Lucy said, as she turned to look out of the window. Lockwood laid the papers on the floral sheets, rearranged them slightly so that they covered the silver chain, and then turned back around to Lucy.

She looked down at the street, watching all of the children play. Lockwood couldn't help but stare at her. Even as he walked over to the window, he gazed at her, as he so often did. He was aware of the excessive amount of time he spent sneaking glances at Lucy, but he couldn't help it. How could he when she looked so beautiful all the time? It was hardly his fault. And not just him, he'd noticed.