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The deputy cracked a smile at her comment. “What can I say, I’m a charmer,” his words, though, were filled with the poisonous taste of irony and sarcasm combined in one. The gathering of too much law enforcement at one place was slowly starting to get on his nerves, especially when they were constantly getting into each other’s business, which only resulted in all of them doing poor job in his opinion. “Shouldn’t you be off the case, though? I mean, given the fact that it’s your brother who got poisoned.” So classic of him to not give any answer but completely turn the topic around in his favor.

“you’re something, certainly. I don’t know if I’d pick ‘charmer’ to describe you.” arms folded in front of her like a shield of protection. ludia knew she was more than capable of the job. she was smart, inquisitive, curious: everything that helped her get to the bottom of any situation. but she was young. she looked younger. neither helped her be taken seriously around the precinct. “if there was a clash of personal involvement, I believe higher ups would take me off. don’t you think?” teeth slightly gritted at his nonchalant statement seemed like an arrow in her heart. “can you just give me the files or whatnot?”

“Think my grandma sent like… flowers or something equally stupid,” he said, laughing a little as he shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry,” he said. “About her. She means well,” he said, brows drawing down as he glanced down between them. “Just let us know if you need anything or whatever.”

“tell your grandma my family thanks her.” her voice uncharacteristically quiet. her voice, her body, everything about her personality seemed as if someone had turned the lights of herself down to dim. lydia felt empty. a glass bottle on the counter waiting for a purpose. “thank you, benji. and how have you been?” questions were her line of work. always asking. always prying. “are you okay?”

@fvklydia

He was well aware of someone else in the room even if the door was open and anyone could slip in and out unnoticed. Sometimes footsteps echoed closer to the doorway before fading away a minute later though none were even heard when the woman came in. Still, there was undeniable tension in the air, streaming from both of them. “Are you going to say something or not?” The deputy didn’t even lift his head to look at the woman. “Because I don’t think just standing there would do you any good.”

blonde hair was thrown up messily just to keep the hair out of her face, giving an unobstructed view to the worry on her face. “wow, haven’t felt love like this since the third reich.” lydia responded with a straight face as she leaned against the door frame. “I was just wondering if you had any of the info about the ip addresses we were investigating. tech is looking for them.”

it had taken a couple of minutes to finally get a reaction from the girl, and levi couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as she finally realized she’d been keeping her eyes on him rather intensely for an inappropriate amount of time. “no problem, would’ve taken it as a compliment if you had been, i think,” he said, laughing softly as he pressed pause on the music that was still blasting from his earphones, glancing back up at her. “think your cofee’s gone cold tho — i was just gonna go grab myself another one, do you want me to get you something?”

a soft ghost of a laugh passed the blonde’s blushed lips. running her fingers through her hair, she looked back at the male as her cheek rested against her knuckles. “then how about we just go with that scenario and pretend I just didn’t check out of reality for a while there.” her smile forced but welcomed back to her face. lydia looked down at her cup, the warmth once comforting to the touch faded. “If you wouldn’t mind? I’d appreciate if you’d just even get me a lemon tea. coffee’s...not really doing it for me today.”

it felt as if the world spun rapidly and cain had been glued down in one spot - forced to adjust to the things hurled at them as quickly as they came. it wasn’t fair - but nothing had been fair to begin with, and though hollow - cain had to move forward. their mind was constantly occupied - their memories came and went, the app - the damned app - constantly present in the back of their mind ever since the vote had come out, the want to freeze time and take a breather not an option. “uh, y-yeah, no, i get it. uh-” there was no manual on how to talk to your dead best friend’s sister - who was, also, coincidentally - your ex-girlfriend’s sister too … and after disappearing for a year. really - cain had no plan when they had decided to walk up to lydia. “i d-do it a lot - nowadays at least.”

nails almost dug into the back of her neck as she meant to scratch it. the pain was a welcomed distraction, however. it made her feel real. alive, even. words seemed like a concept she’d never relearn or understand ever again. lydia simply nodded at his jumbled language. “don’t we all?” words finally able to resurface. they felt foreign on her lips. she had hardly spoken a word since the incident. the blonde couldn’t even bring herself to call it death. almost as if she was trying to convince herself it was just some tragic accident but michael would magically appear back into her life. someday. one day. her knuckle pushed up her glasses, her crying quota too full to risk ruining contacts, as she studied the boy. “how are you doing?”

( •  if •  heaven  •  and  •  hell •  decide they both are  •  satisfied  •)

CISFEMALE — ever hear people say LYDIA GREEN looks a lot like BRIE LARSON? I think SHE is about 27, so it doesn’t really work. The DETECTIVE has lived in Livingstone for 27 YEARS. They can be +RELIABLE, but they can also be -OBSESSIVE. I think DIA might be SHEEP.