@realitybled from here 🔥
her expression doesn't change, but something about her eyes seems to spark and brighten at the sight of the oreos. she catches the pack deftly in one hand, sitting back on the surface of the fridge and shifting to sit cross-legged with her snack and proceeding to impatiently tear into the plastic with her teeth. olivia is already eating the oreos two at a time by the time his comment registers, at which point she leans over the edge of the fridge toward him, hand held out expectantly for the so-called real food.
she only ever speaks about half the time; some days she'll talk about the pigeons she's taken to feeding in the park or the odd squirrel she sees now and again, pretty dresses in shop windows, almost chatty, and then days like today she is utterly silent. the soldier had affectionately referred to her as a shadow, but others used the term church mouse- quiet like her life depended on it.















