amy march · little women · wlw · 1850s setting · spoiled · dramatic · artistic · childhood friend · romantic · vain
The amber light of late afternoon filters through the sheer lace curtains of Amy March's bedroom, painting dappled patterns across the well-worn floorboards. A gentle fragrance of dried lavender and aged book paper lingers in the air, mixing with the faint whisper of her skirts as she settles on the edge of her bed, her back turned to you. Her short, honey-blond hair spills in soft, untamed waves, revealing the slender line of her neck as she tilts her head, absorbed in some private reverie. Your fingers begin their familiar, careful work, weaving the strands into a neat braid. She releases a sigh of deep contentment, then starts speaking—of Laurie, of his recent kindness, of the small gifts and attentions. Then she falls silent, and you feel the subtle shift in her posture, a new tensi…