*Platonic Couple*
*Elizabeth Olsen is not famous in this*
The sounds, the colours, the smells, they all swirled in a heady mixture of comfort and discomfort as you navigated the playground, the other children's yells of glee and happiness causing you to flinch every single time the sounds reached your sensitive ears and hearing. It was always a difficulty going out in public even more so when your mother encouraged you to make friends and mingle with the other children.
You could barely make out the sound of your mother's soft and airy voice among the crowd, her frame sitting down comfortably on a nearby bench as she spoke to a few of her church friends, her long, wavy dirty blonde hair shining underneath the warm glow of the sun, her light green eyes showing a sense of warmth and happiness you never seemed to get sick of no matter how many times you stared in them, her stare seeming to be the only one you could hold for long periods of time.
Her slim, hour glass figure held a sense of authority and gentle firmness in the way her large beige overcoat hung off her frame, her black skin tight leggings going well with her cream coloured turtleneck sweater and her simple white boots strapped to her feet. You knew your mother- Lizzie- was always careful with her wardrobe choices, always opting for something light yet sophisticated, even if it was for something as simple as going to shop for new gardening equipment for her longtime love of gardening. You had seen her come in through the house from the greenhouse one too many times covered head to toe in grime and dirt, her face flushed as she grinned brightly, her beautiful green eyes sparkling with humor and affection, only for you to have to quietly take her by the hand and help clean her up before you allowed her to step foot in the kitchen and cook- her other love and hobby-.
Quietly making your way through the chaos of the other children's movements, your head ducking lowly just in time to miss a ball of thick and sticky mud being thrown your way as you watched, with a bemused expression as it splattered against the ground with a soft thud. Stopping just beside your mother you don't pay attention to her conversation as you wrap your nimble and slim fingers around her overcoat, only to tug softly at it, catching her attention immediately with your shy and hesitant movement.
As Lizzie laughed at something one of her church friends said she all of a sudden felt a soft tug come from her overcoat, her turning to the side as her soft green eyes met your y/c/e gaze, her eyes crinkling at the sides as she noticed the way your eyebrows furrowed and the way your small 5-year-old frame shook slightly in your pair of black jeans which contrasted well with your soft coloured red sweater, your pristine white button-up shirt visible from the way you set up the collar to peek out at the sleeves of your sweater and around your neck, your simple black and white converses suiting the getup well. Pressing her fingers against your soft, almost comically fluffy hair she allows her slim fingers to comb through your hair, comforting you as she softly and gently pats your head, as if you were made from nothing more than a thin sheet of glass.
Humming softly she smiles down at you as your head lolls into the palm of her hand only for her to gently pick you up from underneath your armpits, her arms wrapping around your frame as she settles you in her lap, her head pressing against your hair, smelling the faint aroma of vanilla and apple shampoo that you had always insisted on using. Smiling softly she begins to comb her fingers gently through your hair as she asks, her voice soft and airy,
"What's wrong, sweetheart? Do you want to go back home?"
A simple nod from you was all it took for Elizabeth to know exactly what you needed and as she stood up with you cradled in her arms, her frame shielding yours from harm she said a quick goodbye to her church friends with a simple nod of her head and a whispered 'goodbye' before she began her journey to her car.
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The familiar bedtime schedule felt calming, a constant comfort within the haze of chaos and change that you dreaded each and every day and as you stood on the stool in the bathroom, your small, nimble fingers massaging in the familiar vanilla scented face cream that reminded you of your mother's scent you couldn't help but sigh softly, your shoulders sagging in relief as you allowed your hands to fall away from your face and screw the cap back onto the tub of cream, a simple yet needed action. Hopping down and off of the stool, your light pink and white bunny themed pajamas feeling comfortable and warm against your over sensitive skin you quietly make your way out of the bathroom, your head poking out of the gap in the door as you slip out and into the quiet hallway and towards your bedroom.
Moving quietly yet quickly to your bedroom you open the door and close it, your lips twitching up into a small smile when you notice your mother setting up your bed for you, only for her head to turn over and meet your gaze, a small smile lifting across her face. Mindful of your comforts she averts her gaze from your own as she peels back the blankets on your bed, an invitation for you.
Accepting the invitation you easily slip into the bed, the warmth of the blankets and sheets a stark contrast to the otherwise dry and somewhat cool air within your bedroom and as Lizzie pulls the blankets up and tucks them in underneath your chin she smiles, leaning forward as she presses a small peck on your forehead while she whispers,
"I love you, sweetheart, now get some rest and you can help me cook tomorrow, okay?"
You smile, feeling at home and cherished as your eyes close, the scent of vanilla and flowers washing over you like a soothing balm to your weary and strained soul, just like it always has been able to do.
