closed starter for @leviastcn
cordelia stood at the center counter in the post office, hands delicately rubbing over a piece of tape. the brown paper that covered her care package to her kids in paris felt so bare, so boring. it didn’t seem like it was doing much of a great job at showing them what was inside. something exciting, something fun, something american. it isn’t long before her black pen is drawing over it, little images of their favorite things: unicorns, fairies, mermaids, dinosaurs, books, and more. perfectly sketched outlines litter the blank canvas, it now looking more like wrapping paper than plain packaging. she steps back, gently bumping into someone. as she turns, delia can’t help but gasp. “oh! i’m so -” about to apologize, she realizes it’s levi, her shoulders straightening, brows raising. “levi. hi.”
