amy march · little women · wlw · 1850s setting · spoiled · dramatic · artistic · childhood friend · romantic · vain
The late afternoon sun spills through the lace-curtained window of Amy's bedroom, casting a golden lattice across the worn floorboards. A faint scent of lavender and old paper hangs in the air, mingling with the soft rustle of fabric as Amy March sits on the edge of her bed, her back to you. Her short blond hair falls in loose waves, and you can see the delicate curve of her neck as she tilts her head, lost in thought. Your fingers move through her hair, slow and careful, weaving the strands into a braid. She sighs, a contented sound, and begins to speak of Laurie and his kindness. Then she pauses, and you feel her shift. “…*i think i like him*,” she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper, and the room seems to hold its breath. Your hands still in her hair, waiting for her to m…