kore_logs | Take a bow and wave...

Who: Lydia Martin, ANYBODY ELSE
What: Lydia has been following purple flower petals all around town. They eventually lead her to the library where she ends up hiding from a certain psychotic werewolf. Feel free to encounter her anywhere.
Where: Outside, in public buildings, maybe even in your house, and then at the library.
When: Days 37 and 38 (just let me know in the subject line)
Warnings: Disturbing imagery, mentally unstable teenagers, possible descriptions of graphic scenes, will update as needed

It doesn't make sense for her to be following. She should be running. See a flower, turn around, go the opposite way... but she keeps going. Her makeup is still flawless, her hair is still perfect, she's still Lydia Martin. Despite the scar he left, she's still herself and she wants him to know.

But something's off. She can't tell what it is, but it's something. All she knows is she has to find him before he finds her or the people she cares about. He won't touch Stiles again. He won't touch Kobra or Daneel.

And so Lydia roams around in a thin dress, a thin cardigan, and bare feet. The cold doesn't seem to be registering. The people around her barely enter her though process at all unless they get closer and start talking to her.

Eventually she finds the library... and she knows he's in there somewhere.

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He doesn't believe that, but openly accusing a human of lying is a little hard for him. Lydia, at least, is one of the few people he's still at least fairly certain is human.

He takes a different tactic.

"If I may say so, you're improperly dressed for the weather, Lydia. This is not an appropriate climate to be without shoes."

"You may say so." But now she's pushing past him, following the trail away from the tables and between the shelves. Shoes aren't important. The books aren't important, either.

And then it hits her.

She whips around, and grabs Daneel by the arm. "You'll know where he is. You can find him. You can tell, can't you? Read his mind? Where is he--"

He puts his hand on her arm, his other on her shoulder, and he holds her lightly in place. He judges that this is a good moment for physical reassurance, if any is.

"Be calm," Daneel suggests, his voice gentle. He would rather not resort to tampering with her to soothe her. "Yes, I can find someone that way, if he is relatively nearby. Who is it that you're looking for?"

"Peter Hale." She blurts it out before she has time to realize what she's saying. "He's... the man from my nightmares. The reason I wake up screaming, Dan, he's here."

And Daneel is the first person she's said his name to. Stiles knows, and now he knows. "Can you find him?"

Of course he's protective. How could he be anything else? Lydia has become so central to his existence here, and here is the mystery of her nighmares finally revealed.

"I might be able to, if he's close. I sense no other minds very near right now, but I can look." This is disturbing for several reasons; Daneel has to consider what will happen if he finds Peter. "Is he a threat to you now, Lydia? Should I help you find a safe place?"

"I ... I don't know. I don't know." She never knows what he wants. She'd thought he was done with her after she brought him back. But he'd needed her for the Kanima, too. It's hard to tell just how many of his plans involve her and it's even more difficult to tell if he actually means her any harm.

He's bitten her. He's psychologically tortured her. He's manipulated her. Who knows how far he'll go.

Lydia shrinks at the thought, moving closer to Daneel and gripping at his shirt. She looks terrified. "He won't leave me alone."

"I will not allow anyone to harm you, Lydia."

And that is a promise, as sincere as it's possible for him to be. Daneel maybe has her halfway in a hug already, and it's far too easy for him to pull a little closer. He's not accustomed initiating hugs. It's not his place, and physical contact means far more to humans than it does to him. Now might be an appropriate time to try -- but it's a gentle effort, should it not be welcome.

"If he attempts to harass you, I will make him stop."

"It's too late. It's too late, Dan, he already has. He doesn't stop."

Her arms circle his neck and she presses into him. That psychopath took a bite out of her. It's intimate in the most sickening of ways. If he's here, she wants to kill him. She wants him to go away.

But he never dies. Fire didn't kill him. What will?

"Is he here? Can you find him?"

"If he were here, I would know," Daneel soothes her, or tries to. "There is no one here besides ourselves. You are safe."

If he says it, it might be true; he believes her utterly that there would be someone after her. That she might be mistaken hardly crosses his mind. It would be hard for him to identify someone he's never met based upon their mind alone, but... he might be able to do it.

"He will not harm you any further, Lydia."

Safe. Just them. No one else here...

Her body tenses. She's close to panic. Suddenly, she pushes against him and backs up, wide-eyed and terrified. That's not Daneel. She should have known. It's Peter. It was him all along. Trying to get her alone. Trying to take her away and force her to do things and destroy everything she's worked so hard to become.

"No."

"Lydia?"

Daneel doesn't understand, not her sudden panic, nor why she's suddenly frightened of him. Whatever is wrong, he needs to make it better; he doesn't step towards her, either, because if she's frightened he can't make it worse.

"I promise that I won't allow anyone to hurt you. What has disturbed you?"

Take a bow and wave...

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