'she's kook fuckin' royalty, man.'
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a lot of things go unnoticed in the outer banks. things like missing millions in gold, underage drinking, and the bruises that litter the skin of the kook princess.
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( slippery guy )
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"AGATHA'S A BITCH."
Sarah laughed.
"Focus, Luce," she said, breathless, "There's a—"
"Mouse genocide, I know," Lucy cut her off, making a broad swing with her racquet. She couldn't help but feel that their efforts were more than a little futile.
"Get away!" Sarah let out an overdramatic war-cry as she swung her own racquet at the hawk, who was probably just trying to get a decent meal. Lucy laughed, which swiftly turned to a gasp as one of the birds breezed right past her head. Muttering a curse, she swung again, joining Sarah in her efforts.
"Shoo!"
"No! No, no, no!"
Their skin was glazed with sweat, partially due to the exertion of keeping the hawks away, and partially from the damp air. The wreckage around Tannyhill was considerable. A couple lawn sculptures had blown over, decorative bits and pieces Rose had purchased to 'garnish' the estate. Sarah had confessed to Lucy once that she thought Rose was just trying to mark her territory with art. Palm fronds lay all around, the trees that towered above looking decidedly bare. Lucy didn't even want to look at the swimming pool. That would take a fair while and a fair amount of money to fix.
Thankfully, Lucy was pretty sure the Camerons had some money to spare.
Lucy hadn't even spared a glance to her own house as she'd left, only stopping briefly to smugly note that Sirius was still in position, the yacht as pretentious as ever. No doubt that was more due to John B than to her, but Lucy liked to think she'd played a part.
Rafe was nowhere to be found, and Lucy couldn't bring herself to feel guilty for being relieved. She'd dealt with her mother already, and she'd rather not deal with him too.
"Sarah! Lucy!" The familiar voice of Ward Cameron echoed across the property. Sarah waved a hand in dismissal of her father, and Lucy shook her head, laughing to herself. The Cameron princess had a very unique way of doing things.
"Busy!" Sarah shouted over her shoulder.
"Hi, Ward." Lucy turned and walked over to him, the older man offering her a grateful smile. Apart from Sarah, he was the only Cameron who treated her with much respect. He'd taken her in like one of his own. Wheezie normally ignored her, which wasn't really something that caused Lucy grave distress. "Did you guys get through the storm alright?" He nodded.
"Better than expected," he replied, "Though I don't even want to know what it'll cost." Lucy smiled.
"Makes me glad dad never started an art collection," Lucy said, gesturing to the wreckage of one of the nearby statues, and Ward laughed, rubbing a hand against his forehead.
