I am officially #down for the Lucy and Holly friendship

Lucy and Holly for the entirety of The Creeping Shadow:

Phantom or Friend ; Lockwood & Co. pt 2

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George struggled to keep up with Lockwood’s long strides as he moved in the direction of the bridge, his ridiculous coat flapping behind him. “Nice evening, isn’t it?”

George scoffs. Sure, it was nice, but he wasn’t in the mood for pretending that everything was alright. Lockwood’s attempts at levity would have to be a solo task. “You’re awfully quiet tonight George.” It would seem Lockwood was determined.

“And you know why,” George mutters, and Lockwood’s steps falter. He sighs as George catches up to him, glancing at him. “I’m trying not to think about this too much.”

“See, that’s the problem. You don’t think about the case and then next thing you know something’s on fire and we’ve all been ghost touched,” George huffs, and then he falls quiet as well.

Right in front of them was the bridge. They had both been here many times, far more than George cared to admit. He knew exactly how many paces from the shoreline the nearest ghost lamp was, the rocks that tended to be loose underfoot, and how far from her chains Lucy had been found. Lockwood sighs again and squares his shoulders.

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Phantom or Friend ; Lockwood & Co. pt 1

George Cubbins was never very good with words. Sure, he could talk about the origins of the Problem until someone’s ear fell off, but he wasn’t good at talking to people. Talking at people tended to work a lot better for him.

“George, are you even listening?” Lockwood’s voice startled him out of his thoughts, and he looked up. Lockwood was in his usual chair, eyeing him curiously. In front of George was an untouched slice of cake, one Lockwood’s gaze flickered to now. “Apparently you weren’t. I was asking you what is was you wanted to speak about.” George knew that, even if he hadn’t heard what Lockwood said. He took a breath. “It’s about the case, the one about the ghost near the bridge, the one Holly gave us yesterday.” Lockood nodded, his eyebrows drawn together—his silence a signal for George to continue. George felt his breaths becoming increasingly more painful.

“Well, I’ve got a possibility. I was going through the stories and then I realised which bridge it was—and there was a death there. And, well, it happened about a year ago.”
“George I’ve never heard you so reluctant to talk about your discoveries.” A corner of Lockwood’s mouth lifts slightly. “Out with it then.” George can see the concern in his eyes though, and the dark circles beneath them. He was always tired nowadays. George hesitates for one more moment before plowing on ahead. “It’s where Lucy died.”

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