we have lived so long (and hardly at all) ; alison/lily ; pg
At first, there is nothing.
And then, there is her.
She shows up one day, eyes like the summer and hair like the California sun. Her mouth is a perpetual sly, knowing smile, one that says she knows everything there is to know. Her laugh is just so, light and vivacious. Her East Coast accent is so spot-on perfect, her a-s a bit too high, her ing-s dropping off at the end. She's a blue blood through and through, right on down to her slim arms and legs, muscled from playing field hockey
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This pairing is perfect and is blowing my mind right now. I love this whole ficlet (the title is very fitting), as well as the way you've captured Alison.
At first, there is nothing.
And then, there is her.
She shows up one day, eyes like the summer and hair like the California sun. Her mouth is a perpetual sly, knowing smile, one that says she knows everything there is to know. Her laugh is just so, light and vivacious. Her East Coast accent is so spot-on perfect, her a-s a bit too high, her ing-s dropping off at the end. She's a blue blood through and through, right on down to her slim arms and legs, muscled from playing field hockey ( ... )
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