ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs. (semi hiatus)

          ❛    i’m a little BUSY, lydia.     ❜

@bitteredhale

Winded by the pain, Derek mustered up the energy to enlight Lydia of the situation, ‘hunters. They had a mage accompanying them, and he masked their tracks. Caught me unaware.’

❛ oh my GOD. come on, i’ll help you up. ❜ her arm slipped under his, and she aided him in standing. lydia knew that he was in PAIN, but they needed to get OUT of there just in case the hunters came back.  ❛ will you heal? ❜   

     ❝No, but I really WISH I did remember something.❞

  ‘ okay, fair point. however, i’m here because   my parents are home and they’re… enjoying   their time together. ’

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        [ Jackson had not quite mastered the cold shoulder. There were certain things that triggered Jackson’s mercy, and Lydia was especially good at finding those things. He could rarely turn down a good opportunity for a comeback. He also hated to take criticism without offering something back. He could not sit idly by while someone cried, he had to react to that in some way. And finally, his aversion for humankind dwindled considerably when he felt LONELY, and he missed Lydia too much to carry on with this. He walked up behind her, pouting like a puppy, and wrapped his arms around her waist. His head dropped to her shoulder. ]

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she didn’t even CARE if he felt her relax beneath his touch. it was only a reaction of REFLEX, for as long as they have been fighting it was only natural for her to want to be within his grasp. a sigh escaped her, and she found herself fighting back a smile. dainty hands found his, fingers interlocking to KEEP them there. lydia could stay like this for years. the strawberry blonde arched her neck, turning just enough to plant a soft KISS on his cheek. now that they were both calm, she allowed herself to be WEAK. only to him, and only ever to him.

night shifts were the worst. sitting around on his own, pen tapping lazily at the desk he always seemed to find himself sat at. the split beams of light coming through the twisted shutters of stilinski’s office his only real distraction, jordan was mostly amazed that he didn’t go completely spare on nights like these. the silent ones, where the phones didn’t ring and he was bound to spinning in his chair like a six year old.

working straight through until the morning, though? absolute hell. with his shift due to cut out at midday - having a sleeping schedule in this job was laughable - exhaustion was creeping up on the young deputy to the point where he wasn’t sure if he was just hearing the familiar clacking of heels. the aroma of coffee met his senses and he looked up, beaming at the redhead before him.

                             “ i knew there was a reason i kept you                                around, red. thank you. really. ”

she returned his smile, nodding at his words. she was obviously PROUD of herself, for her shoulders were pushed back in an almost arrogant manner. it was typical of lydia to take care of her FRIENDS when they needed it, and the thanks that she got made her feel USEFUL for once- for her usual smarts and banshee screams seemed to fall short from the PROWESS of her werewolf peers.

her legs swung idly beneath her, and green eyes clouded with SYMPATHY. like him, she too has had many sleepless nights. giving a nonchalant shrug, she smiled again.

    ❛ NO ONE , lydia . it’s fine . i’m fine , lydia . ❜ she really wasn’t . her vision is blurred like she was drinking & her words slurred . black dots invade her sight but she can see the strawberry blonde, the look of worry plastered to her features . she’s bleeding profusely from a large wound on her abdomen . she feels the need to rest if even just for a second . arm extends , gently places her head on the ground . breathing becomes heavy but she manages to whisper under her breath , ❛ don’t call anyone . ❜

lydia was SHOCKED. sure, due to being a banshee, she’d seen her fair share of BLOOD. but this? immediately, she rushed over to erica’s side, pressing her hands down on the wound. lips pressed together, and TEARS pricked the back of her eyes. if the blonde died now, lydia would blame herself. there was just SO MUCH blood. she frantically took off her cardigan, using that to help her keep pressure on it.