Jul 6, 2016
Mischief
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Lydia isn’t one for mischief, not even in her youngers years-- but that doesn’t mean she never... disbehaved.
When she does, it’s clear in her eyes. Those are the window to her soul, expressive and alive: they shine with anticipation, and there are hints of playfulness in them. She’s usually calm, but if she’s really into the devilry act, she plays with her fingers to ease the anxiety, the expectation, fiddling her thumbs while trying to look like the reflection of innocence.
Her lips, curved in a devious grin, tell the rest of the tale.