lydiaemma
It was the looks Blaine gave Kurt, small flirtatious ones that made his heart pound too fast and his breath stick in his throat. He knew how to make his brown eyes sparkle in the sun and the moonlight and everyone single glance was for him; for his Kurt. The man he loved forever.
There had always been Dad around to lead the family, to tell them what was right and wrong, to show them how to live in this world. But now Dad was gone leaving them behind, just three girls and a boy. Robert was only six but he took up the role of Dad immediately, taking the girls through the Darkness of the times that lay ahead. He refused to answer to anything but Chief; though calling him squire could result in death.
Hidden in the shadows of the over-grown bookcases, swamping her like trees in a dark dusty forest sat the girl with black glasses and plain brown hair. Her eyes didn't sparkle like emeralds or glint in the summer's sunlight, streaming through the large Bay Windows, but they were green, but her brother called them grey. She was reading, as she often did in her younger years but much less now she was sixteen, a tale of EPIC proportions, with whimsical characters who beckoned her deeper into the pages. But her life was never going to be like theirs; all of them had reached their twenties whilst hers would be bitterly cut short.