Even though Tenma said that she'll bring Musashi back, part of Lucy is still fully convinced it'll never happen. She watches Tenma settle at the miniature garden, half-convinced it's some bullshit that'll end... how? With Tenma just pretending to be Musashi? Smirking at Lucy and saying she's never coming back? Walking out and claiming Musashi's life?
Nothing seems to happen for a while, and then light starts creeping over Tenma's body, so bright that Lucy has to raise a hand to shade her eyes. Abruptly, it's gone, and when Lucy looks, blinking to clear her vision--
It's Musashi.
It's not just Tenma pretending. It really is Musashi, with her rumpled hair and her kimono and her big stupid grin.
Relief hits Lucy so hard that her heart lurches with it, breath whistling out of her like she's been gutpunched. And it's at that moment that Lucy realizes that, no matter what she'd said to Tenma, she'd really been wholeheartedly expecting she'd never get Musashi back. Like she'd been in pre-mourning already, even before she'd known for sure.
There's a million things Lucy could say here. She could be her usual cool self, acting casual, like it's no big deal. She could thank Musashi for doing what she did. She could yell at her for doing what she did. Instead, the only thing that seems to make sense is crossing the apartment, eyes wide and intent, grabbing a double handful of the front of that kimono and yanking Musashi in for a kiss.
It's not storybook. Lucy's all teeth and desperation, one hand winding around the back of Musashi's neck to push her fingertips into soft blonde hair, grabbing tight like she's trying to prove that Musashi's not just going to vanish.
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Nothing seems to happen for a while, and then light starts creeping over Tenma's body, so bright that Lucy has to raise a hand to shade her eyes. Abruptly, it's gone, and when Lucy looks, blinking to clear her vision--
It's Musashi.
It's not just Tenma pretending. It really is Musashi, with her rumpled hair and her kimono and her big stupid grin.
Relief hits Lucy so hard that her heart lurches with it, breath whistling out of her like she's been gutpunched. And it's at that moment that Lucy realizes that, no matter what she'd said to Tenma, she'd really been wholeheartedly expecting she'd never get Musashi back. Like she'd been in pre-mourning already, even before she'd known for sure.
There's a million things Lucy could say here. She could be her usual cool self, acting casual, like it's no big deal. She could thank Musashi for doing what she did. She could yell at her for doing what she did. Instead, the only thing that seems to make sense is crossing the apartment, eyes wide and intent, grabbing a double handful of the front of that kimono and yanking Musashi in for a kiss.
It's not storybook. Lucy's all teeth and desperation, one hand winding around the back of Musashi's neck to push her fingertips into soft blonde hair, grabbing tight like she's trying to prove that Musashi's not just going to vanish.