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Jul. 19th, 2007 12:43 amooc: Jill ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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What is the single most precious thing you’ve ever given away?
Lucy stood across from Jill with tears in her eyes. She fussed with Jill’s hair, moving a strand this way and then moving it back. “Okay so I need a little more lip gloss and we’re going to be ready.”
Jill smiled and laughed, teary eyed herself. “Luce, you’ve glossed at least fourteen layers over your lips.”
“So fifteen is better,” Lucy said as she pulled the lip gloss tube out of the satin sash at her waist. She slicked some on and looked at Jill’s reflection in the mirror. “You are gorgeous. I know I’ve told you that before. Several times today in fact but you are just…and you’re going to move out and I can’t come with you and what if I can’t sleep at three in the morning. Jill, what am I going to do?”
“Aww, Luce,” Jill sighed and wrapped her arms around Lucy, holding her. “You’re gonna streak your makeup.”
Lucy shook her head and sniffled. “Waterproof. I’m an old pro at this.”
“You’ll call me. If you can’t sleep in the middle of the night you’ll call me,” Jill assured her, one hand stroking Lucy’s back.
“It’s not the same. You can’t eat ice cream with me and watch infomercials or the home and garden channel,” Lucy sniffed.
“I know,” Jill said quietly. She didn’t offer other words of support because Lucy was right. It wasn’t the same. It wouldn’t ever be again.
“And you know he’s not going to be as good as I am when you have a nightmare,” Lucy said almost accusingly.
“I know. So I’ll call you when I have a nightmare,” Jill responded.
“Pinky swear?” Lucy asked, sounding a bit like a little girl.
“Pinky swear,” Jill said, a smile creeping over her face. “No boy ever could replace you, Luce. No boy ever will.”
“And when he dies of a heart attack and we’re old and gray, you’re going to move back in with me and we’ll be the crazy cat ladies,” Lucy said as she pulled back.
“Duh,” Jill grinned as she reached up and wiped some tears off Lucy’s cheek. There was a knock on the door and Jill’s eyes went wide. Lucy reached out and grabbed Jill’s hands, squeezing tightly.
“We ready?” Jill asked. Lucy took a deep breath and nodded.
They walked down the aisle, arms joined. They were both crying by the time they got to the altar.
“Who gives this woman away?” the preacher asked.
“I do,” Lucy answered.
ivory_keys85 is used with the mun's permission and blessing. This is set in the distant, thus far unplanned future.What is the single most precious thing you’ve ever given away?
Lucy stood across from Jill with tears in her eyes. She fussed with Jill’s hair, moving a strand this way and then moving it back. “Okay so I need a little more lip gloss and we’re going to be ready.”
Jill smiled and laughed, teary eyed herself. “Luce, you’ve glossed at least fourteen layers over your lips.”
“So fifteen is better,” Lucy said as she pulled the lip gloss tube out of the satin sash at her waist. She slicked some on and looked at Jill’s reflection in the mirror. “You are gorgeous. I know I’ve told you that before. Several times today in fact but you are just…and you’re going to move out and I can’t come with you and what if I can’t sleep at three in the morning. Jill, what am I going to do?”
“Aww, Luce,” Jill sighed and wrapped her arms around Lucy, holding her. “You’re gonna streak your makeup.”
Lucy shook her head and sniffled. “Waterproof. I’m an old pro at this.”
“You’ll call me. If you can’t sleep in the middle of the night you’ll call me,” Jill assured her, one hand stroking Lucy’s back.
“It’s not the same. You can’t eat ice cream with me and watch infomercials or the home and garden channel,” Lucy sniffed.
“I know,” Jill said quietly. She didn’t offer other words of support because Lucy was right. It wasn’t the same. It wouldn’t ever be again.
“And you know he’s not going to be as good as I am when you have a nightmare,” Lucy said almost accusingly.
“I know. So I’ll call you when I have a nightmare,” Jill responded.
“Pinky swear?” Lucy asked, sounding a bit like a little girl.
“Pinky swear,” Jill said, a smile creeping over her face. “No boy ever could replace you, Luce. No boy ever will.”
“And when he dies of a heart attack and we’re old and gray, you’re going to move back in with me and we’ll be the crazy cat ladies,” Lucy said as she pulled back.
“Duh,” Jill grinned as she reached up and wiped some tears off Lucy’s cheek. There was a knock on the door and Jill’s eyes went wide. Lucy reached out and grabbed Jill’s hands, squeezing tightly.
“We ready?” Jill asked. Lucy took a deep breath and nodded.
They walked down the aisle, arms joined. They were both crying by the time they got to the altar.
“Who gives this woman away?” the preacher asked.
“I do,” Lucy answered.
