loose strands of baby hair fell in soft waves, shaping her face as she mindlessly blew them up at them. she couldn’t find a scrunchy that morning. lily went back and forth from playing with her hair to tossing around the seeds she held in her jacket pocket. though not much of her attention was in front of her, she made it to the mikaelson home without so much as a misstep. sapphire hues observed the different footprints in the snow as she stood outside the front door. she knew if she continued to count the number of footprints, it would trigger her mild anxiety. lily did not like people. she raised her fist to knock at the door and patiently waited for it to be answered. @cresxentqueen













