A crooked smile brightens his face, he's standing with his arms outstretched beckoning her to come forward to him. Horrified she can't seem to tear her eyes away from the mirror. She stands with her black locks curled resting on her shoulders, bright green eyes travel from the bright pink, princess dress she was forced into; to the layers of eyeliner, she'd constantly cake under her eyes being washed away. She hadn't seen her face bare in years. You couldn't choose to not wear makeup when you had something to hide. For the first time, it felt as if she finally had all her secrets told. She was part of a Family. A Forced Family.

"We're going to call you, Daffodil." "W-Why?" "Because you're delicate and beautiful like one...those are the easiest to break." ----- zainourry fanfiction // louis centric