moonwalker.

"Did you actually hear what just came out of your mouth?"

     "Oh I'm sorry, was that not eloquent enough for your high-end, virgin ears?"

Lydia’s eyes travelled up the stairs as the brunette walked down in a simply stunning gown. “You look…,” her voice trailed off for a moment, words weren’t quite enough. “You look amazing.”

"Oh, you would think that I would be the one hung up on definitions given my love for  academics but here you are," she teased, the jab being light and playful. They could get brutual at times, never to the point where it wasn’t worth it but they were human. Or well, they were a werewolf and a banshee but the saying still held true. Lydia closed the distance between the pair, taking Cora’s hand in her own and bringing them to her painted lip. "Oh no, my dear you are for my eyes only. You don’t get to join in. I will be the only one who gets to see you, that dress of your hiked up and begging for it."

"Here I am," she repeated, nose scrunching playfully as her lips spread into a full scale smile; a rarity if there ever was one. At least, it used to be a rarity. Nowadays, when she was with Lydia in particular, it seemed to be more of a common occurrence with each passing day. "You better be careful, Red," Cora mumbled, face flushing as she narrowed her eyes in a faux predatory manner. If only to avert her attention away from the tingles now spreading through her hand like electricity. "Keep talking like that and we’ll never make it out of here. The only brunette you’ll be seeing is this one. And she doesn’t beg.”

'Cause my echo, echo Is the only voice coming back Shadow, shadow Is the only friend that I have

F. Scott Fitzgerald, More Than Just A House (via fitzgeraldquotes)

Lydia’s eyes travelled up the stairs as the brunette walked down in a simply stunning gown. “You look…,” her voice trailed off for a moment, words weren’t quite enough. “You look amazing.”

On paper they were never going to be the perfect couple but in reality, they worked. Not perfectly but life wasn’t like that. Lydia was a bit too much of a girlie girl at time and then Cora didn’t understand her love for skirts unless it was sexual but they worked. They brought out parts of each other that usually led to be being better people. “When have I ever lied to you? And you know surprising you for your birthday does not count. Surprises are not lies, they are just withholding truth,” she teased, taking a step towards the other girl. The redhead twirled for her date, showing the full expansive of her back that the dress allowed her to show. “There was this one girl I was thinking of taking home. Beautiful brunette, has a bit of a fighting spirit but god is she something else.”

"How is anything that withholds the truth not a lie? That's the very definition of lying," she countered back, her tone a tad lighter than it would be if this were a serious argument. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate Lydia's spontaneity, of course. The problem was, as usual, herself; or, more specifically, her need to be in control of every situation possible. It was something that had resulted in quite a few spats between them in the past, and it was certainly unlikely to deter any arguments they were sure to have in the future. "Oh yeah?" The shewolf bit the inside of her cheek, lips twitching into a slight smirk as she appreciated her girlfriend's form, chocolate hues lighting with a rare playfulness while she watched the redhead twirl. "Anyone I know? Or am I not invited to partake in your little homecoming?" 

Lydia’s eyes travelled up the stairs as the brunette walked down in a simply stunning gown. “You look…,” her voice trailed off for a moment, words weren’t quite enough. “You look amazing.”

It was obvious that she was expecting a rather different reaction, as it felt more like she was wearing a clown suit as opposed to a gown. Though that probably had more to do with never wearing dresses to begin with. Cora was a tomboy; jeans, leather jackets, and the occasional pair of combat boots was as fancy as she usually ever went. But she'd promised Lydia that she would try, and if trying meant wearing a gown then that's what she would do. "God, I hope you're not just saying that," she mumbled, a shaky laugh escaping in spite of herself. Yes, she was nervous and yes, it was likely that Lydia would never hear the end of this. Finally, her eyes trailed down, taking in the redhead's own attire     which resulted in a nervous gulp and a bout of awkward hand syndrome; fingers fidgeting restlessly and without direction as she offered a nervous smile and a blurt of defensive smart ass. "I could say the same to you, Red. You planning on picking anyone else up this evening? Hot damn."

Teen Wolf AU - Cora is the star of the Beacon Hill’s soccer team, and Lydia really really likes winners. 

               ❛ & you throwing a fit, because I said n o                is mature? you get what you give, cora. ❜

     "Since when does a sensible person say      no to going after the bad guys? The only      thing I'm about to give is a punch to the      fucking face, because you've c l e a r l y      forgotten why the hell we're even here."

My muse is a jerk. My muse likes to play with peoples emotions. My muse isn’t always going to be friendly. My muse may just backstab your muse. This does not mean I am my muse. Thank you.

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     A heavy sigh passes the elders lips as she       shook her head; stubborn little shit. How       could she expect anything less? “Nothing       is going to happen between now and the      morning. Plus, you need sleep to actually      function.. Go the fuck to sleep, Cora.”

     A deluge of disbelief fills her eyes; after everything      that's happened with the fire, the hunters, the Alphas,      Peter, and Beacon Hills in general     Laura still believes      in the "sanctity" of home? She can't be that naive, can she?      "Right. Because nothing happened the last time you told me      that, when I was eleven.and our fucking house burnt down."      She looks down, guilt flooding her face for the briefest of      moments. Then it's replaced by the usual mask of hardened      aggression. "I'm fine. I'll function better after I rip that      omega's heart out of his chest cavity."

             so done with you

          "Because walking away is so mature of you."

        “Woah————— you just need to go to bed.         And no, I don’t mean that in a patronizing          way, but as your sister, I’m inclined to tell         you the truth. You look like shit, just sleep,         even if it is for five minutes. Okay?”

         "Well, as you're sister I'm inclined to tell you to fuck off.                   I can't. If I do, it's likely that I won't wake up until          tomorrow and something really bad could happen while          I'm sleeping. ... So I'd um... I'd rather stay awake.