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kore_logs2013-02-05 11:36 pm
preytosociety) wrote in kore_logs2013-02-05 11:36 pm
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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.
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 likes sleeping with her more than anyone else here. She's smart and sexy and a total dynamo in the sack and even when they're not fucking, he just likes being around her.
"I get it, though. You only want me around for jar-opening and fucking and cuddling." He smiles and kisses her temple. "Lucky for you, I am excellent at two of those things. Dan's going to need to take the jars, though."
He tips backwarks onto the bed, pulling her to come with him.
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And she hates that he can make her laugh when she's worried.
It's not until he pulls her back with him that she realizes how cold she really is. Lydia curls into his side, resting her head against his chest and draping an arm across his stomach. He actually is really good at cuddling. And she needs this. She needs it just as much as he does. She missed him.
"You know the scar on my side? I know you remember it. Why haven't you ever asked where I got it?"
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He runs his hand up and down her arm, trying to warm her skin. She's so tiny and she's so cold and she looks so fragile now in a way she really never does to him, even when she's sleeping. She's so strong. At least, he thinks so.
He's not used to her being so vulnerable. If she needs him, though, he's here. He'll keep her safe until she feels strong again and then she can keep him safe. That's how they work, right? He wants it to be how they work, anyway.
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He's right. She doesn't want to talk about it and it doesn't matter. Not right now. He'd only get worked up and angry and she just wants to stay here like this. If she needs to tell him, she will. If it becomes a problem, he'll be the first to know.
"Stay tonight." At least for tonight. She'll wash the blood off his clothes and keep an eye on him. Just tonight. "Please?"
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"Let's get under the blankets." She's still so cold and there's only so much warmth he can offer without the help of bedding.
He sits up to tug his blood-stained shirt off and tosses it on the floor. "I'll tell you a story about the coolest little girl who is totally going to grow up to be a firecracker like you."
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She rolls gracefully off the bed and quickly grabs a sweater from the closet to tug over her dress before slipping under the covers. She doesn't settle in until he's beside her where he belongs. "Does this story have a happy ending?"
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"So she's this tiny little crash queen, right? She was lost for a while, but then her family found her. She got to go on all these crazy adventures, too. Like the kind most kids dream of." Nightmares, too, but they tried to protect her from those. "But these other dicks wanted her, too. They were bad people."