theartofgeek
God. When I was younger I wanted to be the kind of girl who matched lilies. I wanted to be pretty and small and delicate. I wasn't, ever, and I never will be. But I'm still kinda jealous of lilies.
She wore the apron tied behind her like a uniform. "Alrighty then. BAKING." This was normal. This was her, the girl who took each task as a war to safe her home country.
Her eyes looked like thunder as they watch them cross the floor. Sometimes it's easier to yell at people without opening your mouth at all, sometimes it's easier to hate them from a distance. She might be thunder, but she was going to cause damage like lightening.
I tugged at his sleeve gently, he didn't feel it. He couldn't, it was ages ago that he fell asleep, it was ages ago I watched him drift away. Knowing he wasn't mine.
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