Feb 10, 2015
✕ - - - - xanomaly
‘ hey, um––––––just a second! ’ and the clatter of heels across cement clouds her hearing as she chases after the girl. felicity's exhale is coupled with a bright smile, softening the harshness of the sound. ‘ i think you dropped this? ’ a white sketchbook lays in one of her palms, the cherry red of her nails a bright contrast. felicity wiggles the book, for emphasis.