death in her veins

bxdassbanshee  ::     

 an  independent,  canon-divergent  and  selective blog for lydia martin from mtv’s teen wolf. sometimes featuring skye martin an oc based in mtv’s teen wolf. previously found at @comploratus, @inundantem, @sxsure-archive-blog​ and @bxdassbanshee-archived. original est.  oct.  2021.  by  beth  (she/her),  27  years  old,  gmt+12. 

It’s just a scratch he thought, “—-Ow!” Robyn yelped, snapping his teeth at Lydia as she dabbed his face with hydroperoxide. He didn’t mean to, but the burning sensation means it’s working and he’ll heal faster. A low rumble escapes the Beta’s throat, seeing as how their faces are in front of each other. “You’re dabbing too hard.” Robinson teases coldly, claw marks across his face and body as he lazily locks eyes with her.

They were huddled together on Lydia’s bathroom floor after Robyn escaped fighting an Ennis on his own. A brute of a werewolf, a hell of a fighter. Sometimes you have to play dirty to stay alive. He licks his lips, maybe it’s still the adrenaline— maybe, it’s Lydia’s rapid heartbeat from startling her. The werewolf is tense too, this isn’t how he wanted to spend his evening. “At least your mom’s away, sorry about the mess.” He pulls away to control himself, Lydia probably finds this stuff repulsive. “I don’t want my brother seeing me like this.” He mumbled, “Can I stay the night?”

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Even as he winces in pain from her cleaning his wounds, she knows that Robyn won’t hurt her. It still doesn’t make the job of cleaning him up any easier. “Even though you heal, I am not having bloodied sheets. So, you need to stay still…” She worries her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to focus on the logistics of the task and swallow down the tangle of worry and anger brewing in her chest and the slight anger that he let himself get hurt like this. There’s frustration in her voice, but only because she cares. She cares in a way that feels strange in her bones, foreign within the walls of this house. Her parents never taught her how to care for people in a healthy way.

Crouched on the floor of her bathroom, she leans back, sitting on her knees and looking at him as he pulls away. “You don’t have to explain. You’d do the same for me.” She’s pretty sure, though, that he’d never let her get to this point before stepping in. Still, the feeling is real. “Of course you can stay.” She’s not entirely sure when she became a soft place for him to land, but somehow, it settles her—having him here, bleeding all over her bathroom, making a mess of her house. “I probably wasn’t going to sleep much anyway…” Whether it’s the banshee or just hyperfixating on something else to distract herself from it, sleep wasn’t likely.

“Will you please just let me finish cleaning you up?”

desire and sexuality

you’re mysterious and alluring. when lovers seek a magnetic connection, they pray to you. you’re particularly associated with eros, erotic love, and mania, obsessive love. you exude intense magnetism and your voice is like a siren call, luring anyone and everyone you desire.

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a knife called grief

You have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? You can run but not without them. You want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything. You want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. You want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. Because you know you’d do that for them.

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