{ maliathewild }
“I’m sure you do.”
The doughnut gave her satiety,
but still she was craving something; a coffee maybe?
Dark eyes carefully watched Lydia’s manners & grace.
Even while she ate, Lydia appeared to be perfect.
A tinge of jealousy fogged her mind,
but she refused to acknowledge it.
”I’m sure everyone lines up to hang out with Lydia Martin.
Should I feel honored that you allowed me to join you today?“
▒ ▓ █ ——— ;;「 ❁ 」
she starts to wonder if this little haphazard meeting &
talk is about boosting her self-pride a little bit more.
hazel hues float to malia’s figure meanwhile she
keeps eating her strawberry, delightful tart. she
clearly enjoys the sweet a bit too much, but doesn’t
give it a second thought. smile smothers her lips
for a second time, she licks leftovers of the dessert
from her finger (clearly you are not really ʟᴀᴅʏʟɪᴋᴇ now,
lydia) & eventually speaks again.
❝i’m not miss america, there aren’t any ｑｕｅｕｅｓ of people behind
me as you can see. therefore not really, no.❞
(Source: ofmountainash)
