Mar 4, 2018
@lockerrccm / c. click of the door opening matches her heartbeat, spiking in intervals opposite her breaths. nervous isn’t the way to describe it ━ exhilarated, maybe. simple white tunic overlays her figure, thin fabric wrinkles beneath the weight of her arms folding over her chest. expectation of an immediate welcoming was one fallon had grown accustomed to, most boys she found herself entwined with far too juvenile to attempt masking their fervor. steps idle near the front room of the house lest her wandering was to earn her another discipline.
