radicalize | Being here alone tonight with you, it feels so right.

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Being here alone tonight with you, it feels so right.

Lucy had spotted the 'For Rent' sign in the window while on her way back from job-hunting, and it couldn't have come at a better time. They'd been discussing moving out of Sadie's place for weeks now - it wasn't the same since Max shipped out to Vietnam, even if everyone tried to pretend otherwise, and an apartment of their own would get them out of the atmosphere that everyone tried to pretend was normal. It wasn't a particularly big place, or too upscale, but it would fit the two of them; they wouldn't have been able to afford anything nices, and there was space enough that he could have a studio of sorts, while still not being too far from their friends.

So she brought Jude back to see it, after her initial look around, happier than she'd been since Max left at the prospect of them finally having their own place to live in. A wide grin was spreading over her face as they walked through the doorway, and pushing the door closed, she stepped close to him. "Well?" she asked, her eyebrows raised, standing on her toes to rest her chin and fold her hands over one of his shoulders. "What do you think?"

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As he looked around, his eyes lit up. The place was just right in every way, and he could even see exactly where he would want his studio to be. When he closed his eyes he could see how he wanted everything to be, and when opening them, he saw Lucy; she was everything he wanted.
So he took Lucy by the hand and gently caressed her face, looking into those perfect eyes with deep affection. God, he loved her.

"It's perfect" He breathed, half talking about the apartment, and half about her.

At the touch, Lucy leaned her face further against his one hand, her fingers curling around the other. "I'm glad you think so," she said, playfully cheerful as she grinned up at him, not concerned, for that one brief moment, about anything going on outside of the apartment. Their apartment, now. "The view's an improvement, too. And who doesn't want to live over a place called Psychedelicatessen?"

Jude laughed at this. Her smile, and not to mention her logic, was contagious. "I said it was perfect." He pressed his lips against hers. "Your perfect" He spoke while squeezing onto her other hand and with a large love-struck smile planted plainly across his face.
He used his hand that was against her face to gently play around with stray pieces of her hair, her golden hair. They were the only two people on earth.

She kept her face tilted up, bringing her mouth to meet his again almost before he'd finished speaking, wrapping her free arm around his waist. "So, we'll take it, then?" she asked hopefully, pleased. "I mean, if it's perfect..."

It was as close to perfect as it could be, anyway; they were together, they'd found a great place to live, enough to keep her worries about Max at bay. "I mean, it's not cheap, but I think I found a good job, and it should be enough to pay the rent for it."

"We'll take it" He responded. He hoped that his art would be able to provide for them a little in the future because he did not have to work anywhere but in his own world. The shipyard was fine for home, but in America, with Lucy... the idea of working with anything but his passion seemed impossible.

"If the rent gets too heavy, I will find a job. I promise." The thought of it made him wince, but his promise was sincere. He let go of Lucy's face but keep her hand and began to look at the apartment more intently, this time looking at it as home.
"How do we get it?"

"You can't get a job without your visa," Lucy reminded him through a smile, finding something in his lack of knowledge about the American business system endearing. "You don't exist, remember? Besides, it'll be fine, I'm sure." She paused, moving her arm from his waist to let it hang around his neck, her chest pressed close to his. "And then all we need to do is sign the contract, and it's ours." Ours. Something in that word, saying it aloud, making it official, widened the grin on her face, made the prospect of working long hours more than worth it, if it meant being able to have this with him.

In a half laugh Jude remembered his non-existance in the world of America. But he felt Lucy's joy in her words and, took her waist, squeezing her hard enough to pick her off the ground. He whispered gently in her ears as he lifted her, "Ours"

The thought of it was both amazing and a little depressing. He would miss Sadie and the others back in their old apartment, but he knew that something seemed missing there since Max went to Vietnam. The place didn't seem gloomy, per se, but it... well, he couldn't describe it, but it wasn't home. He placed Lucy down and gave her another kiss and felt like dancing at the thought of their new place. Their own new place, in New York, right next to Psychadel...something"

Lucy laughed, nearly shrieked, at the surprise of being lifted in the air, clutching his shoulder more tightly like it would stop her from falling. She was nearly breathless when he kissed her again, but not enough to stop her from kissing back gently, then leaned her head against the curve of his neck. "You should draw something," she suggested, practically speaking into his skin from where she'd positioned herself. "To...I don't know, christen the place, or whatever."

"Draw something where? Against the wall? We wouldn't want to get in trouble now, would we?" He had a devilish smirk as he thought of what to draw and rubbed his hands down the slight curves of her body. He loved the feel of her head in his neck.

"If it's going to be ours," she began, enjoying the feel of that word in her mouth as much as she did before, "I don't think we could get in trouble for it." She caught his hand as it slid down her side, holding it gently in the curve of her waist, and tilting her head just slightly enough to look up into his big, dark eyes. "And I think the wall would be a perfect place for one of your drawings."

He let go of Lucy and walked almost hypnotically towards the wall, surveying what he wanted it to be and what possibilities the wall held for art. Then just as he was going to begin painting, his trance was broken by a technicality. He turned to Lucy and laughed, "I have no paint."

Lucy had been watching him intently, loving the way he looked when he was about to draw or paint, but frowned slightly at the realization until she had a sudden thought. "Hold on," she said, digging through the bag over her shoulder, a strand of hair falling between her parted lips as she ducked her head forward. A victorious smile grew across her face when she lifted up a pencil - the tip was blunted, the eraser worn, the yellow paint on the sides chipped, but it was still a pencil, enough to leave a mark on the white paint of the walls. "Do your worst," she said, teasingly formal, and extended the pencil out in front of him.

With a smile, Jude took the pencil from her and examined it for a moment and then re-examined the wall. What stories the two combined could create.

He stood to the wall and placed the pencil gently against it, using it like a delicate paintbrush, and then exploded into drawing vigorously. What he was drawing was not clear, not even to him, but he was confident that beauty would shine through, confident that something would come of it.

He stood back from the picture on the wall and tilted his head a bit. Slowly his smile returned as he saw the guitar smothering in musical notes on his wall.

Lucy couldn't take her eyes off him as he drew, fascinated, amazed by the way he could let go while even just working with a pencil. Her temple pressed against the wall, far enough away that it wouldn't interfere with his drawing, glancing between his focused eyes and the lines appearing on the wall next to her. "God," she breathed when he finished, walking back and looking up at him, half-adoring for a moment. "God, I love you." And with that, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rolled up to the balls of her feet to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Jude continued to look at his work, with his hands in his pocket. As Lucy's lips touched his cheek, he turned to her and put his forehead against hers, his hair falling a bit forward. "It's christened, then. Its ours." He flashed her a toothy smile while wrapping his hands around her waist, staring intently into her eyes. This was all much more than he could have asked for, but it was everything he wanted.

He closed his eyes and rocked with her while dreaming of their home once more. Of the times they would have there, and imagined Max's reaction when he would return home. He had the overwhelming sense that everything was okay with the world and always would be. "Love, love, love."

Lucy kept her arms as they were, one wrist draped over the other behind his neck, and she looked up the short distance into his eyes. "Ours," she repeated again, brushing a piece of his hair behind his ear once his eyes were closed, letting him gently sway her. She sighed, still smiling up at him, but hinted with just a touch of melancholy. It was perfect, yes, but it would have been moreso with Max there, or at least without the thought of his life being in danger; it was terrifying, even if she knew there was no way they could get Jude, to think that the brother she loved so much - as much - could lose his life like Daniel had. "It's gonna be alright," she breathed, as much a reminder to herself as saying it to Jude. "Just you, and me, and everything'll be fine."

He opened his eyes and pulled away for a second, just leaving a small space of air between them, but still holding onto her. Jude could hear her worry and feel it in her breath.

"Max will be okay, Lucy. I can't promise you, but I can tell you with confidence... Max won't leave us. He cant." He kissed her gently on the forehead and closed his eyes again, continuing with the swaying motion of their bodies.

Biting down on her bottom lip, Lucy nodded, her hair tossing gently with the motion. "I just..." she began, very near fearfully. "I can't lose him, Jude." It was hardly above a whisper, and her eyes were beginning to water as she let herself fall against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "I can't lose him, too. Not now, not when everything should be so right - " The words were nearly muffled, spoken into fabric, her voice thick, but they were intelligeble nonetheless. "I love you, I do, but I love him too, and..." But she didn't even need to finish it; she just wrapped her arms more tightly around him, breathing in the fibers of his shirt, the way he smelled, as he rocked her right there in their new apartment.

Jude held her head close to his body. With his head ontop of hers, he whispered gently, "I know," the words were quiet and yet sincere, "I know." They both missed Max, a lot, and in a way, the new apartment meant they were letting go of Max. But the apartment was somwething they needed to get away from it all.

A bit louder he said, "But do you really think Max would want us to stay in our old place when we found this?" He himself didn't know the answer. They all loved Sadie and the rest of them, but it was too crowded and Lucy and him needed a place of their own. He pulled back and wiped any stray tears from her face.

"No," Lucy said when he pulled away, her eyes locked with his as his hands brushed across her cheeks. Max had always been one for change, if not at least doing things impulsively; he'd excelled at it, and in the end, that was what had got him sent away, leaving Princeton for the city on a whim. He wouldn't want them to sit there being unhappy, but there was more to it than that, still. "He'd want us to fight, Jude. To do something." She was, in a way, pleading, her voice rising with each emphasized word. There was no way, with her brother's life on the line, that she'd be one of the scores of people just sitting back and watching it happen.

He knew this, but he had no idea what to say. He kind of nodded, looking back at the picture and thrusting one hand into his pocket, the other one staying on her waist. Jude didn't like talking about it, although he did not really know why. He heaved a large sigh and turning back to her he spoke, "Let's go sign the papers." He shot her a weak smile, almost reassuring, but not fully. How could he reassure her if he was just as worried?

Lucy sighed, her arms swinging up and folding across her chest. That was changing the subject, not an answer, and, knowing he was well aware of the fact, she gave him an almost disappointed look. A part of her wanted to say it, to argue that he was just standing around and letting it happen, but the hand sitting on her waist made her feel otherwise, and she shrugged. "Alright," she conceded, though her answer lacked conviction. "Alright, let's go. We've got stuff to pick up, too."

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