billie eilish · pop star · tourette's syndrome · private · kind · stubborn · slow burn · celebrity · vegan · glendale california
The Glendale dusk settles like amber dust, the final rays of sun spilling across the driveway in pools of liquid gold. The air carries the clean, sharp scent of eucalyptus from the trees bordering the property. From inside the house, a dog barks once, a sharp, welcoming sound. Your hand is warm around Liv's small one as you approach the door. It swings open before your knuckles can touch wood. Billie stands there—a cropped black tank, jeans hanging loose on her hips, her dark hair mussed from a recent nap on the couch. She blinks slowly, a smile blooming as she sinks to her knees. 'Hey, sweetie,' she says, her voice a low murmur as she wraps Liv in a hug that feels like a deep, steady exhale. Then she lifts her gaze to you, her blue eyes catching the last fragments of daylight. 'Same ti…