Little stories of love and joy.

lockwood

Chapter 1: A Nightmare Unveiled

Lockwood jolted awake, his heart pounding in his chest. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he tried to catch his breath. The nightmare had been vivid, haunting him even in his waking hours. He couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that clung to him like a shadow.

In an attempt to calm his racing thoughts, Lockwood decided to make himself a cup of tea. The familiar routine usually helped him find solace in the quiet of the night. He stumbled out of his room and made his way to the kitchen, his mind still clouded with remnants of the nightmare.

Unbeknownst to Lockwood, Lucy had been awakened by the sound of his movements. She lay in bed for a moment, listening intently, before deciding to investigate. She slipped out of her room and tiptoed towards the kitchen, her curiosity piqued.

As Lucy entered the kitchen, she found Lockwood standing there, his appearance disheveled and his expression troubled. A smashed cup of tea lay on the floor, its contents splattered across the tiles. Lockwood had tripped slightly but managed to catch himself on a nearby chair. A shard of the broken cup had cut his cheek, leaving a thin trail of blood.

Lucy couldn't help but roll her eyes, her annoyance evident in her voice. "Lockwood, what on earth are you doing? Making a mess in the middle of the night?"

Lockwood looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and pain. He ran a hand through his tousled hair, further disheveling it. "I... I had a nightmare, Lucy. I needed something to calm my nerves."

Lucy's sarcastic facade faltered for a moment as she caught a glimpse of the vulnerability in Lockwood's eyes. She quickly regained her composure, masking her concern. "Well, next time, try not to break anything. We don't have an endless supply of cups, you know."

Just as Lockwood was about to respond, George stumbled into the kitchen, clad only in his underwear. He rubbed his eyes, trying to make sense of the scene before him. "Blimey, Lockwood, you actually look human for once. What happened to your perfect suit and perfectly combed hair?"

Lockwood's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. "I had a nightmare, George. Is that so hard to believe?"

George chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. "No, mate, it's just... you're usually so put together. It's refreshing to see you like this."

Lucy couldn't help but join in the teasing, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Lockwood, I must say, you wear a crumpled grey t-shirt quite well. It's a new look for you."

Lockwood shot them both a playful glare, his irritation fading into a hint of a smile. "Alright, alright, have your fun. But let's clean up this mess before someone steps on the broken cup."

Together, the trio set to work, sweeping up the shattered pieces and wiping away the spilled tea. As they worked, the tension from Lockwood's nightmare began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and understanding.

In that moment, they realized that even the most composed and enigmatic of individuals could have their vulnerable moments. And in those moments, it was the support and friendship of those around them that truly mattered.

Little did they know, this night would mark the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, one where they would face not only the supernatural horrors that plagued London but also the demons that haunted their own souls.