*hozier lyrics here*

“I’ll buy you tea on the way,” he quickly stated, still trying to stay just below their mother’s earshot. In most situations, Dominic would take a much more casual approach but this was important. The more time that he spent under his parents roof meant the more it was confirmed that he was a thirty year old failure, which were realities he wasn’t quite ready to face, “Let’s just get a move on it.” His hands began to move rapidly, gesturing towards the door with wide eyes, “Please, i’ll give you everything you ask for today.”

Lydia. There was no way that Camille wouldn’t have recognized her in an instant, same brown locks and warm eyes. But while the two siblings had their many similarities, they walked two completely different paths. Just like air and fire. “It’s true,” Camille confirmed as she turned to face the young woman, “And probably the first time this town has been able to keep their facts straight.” A wink followed by a casual grin, “But the better question is how have things been going. I’m sure you have all the scoop.” After all, Lydia was a Sinclair.

haha thanks!!! he’s an idiot but I love him <3

anyway, yes!!! I can definitely see them having met through Hannah!! Also, John’s updated bio says that Lydia and John are friends, which I can totally see!!! I feel like Lydia drags John to do lots of things he hates to do like hiking and horseback riding and trIVIA and he just rolls his eyes and complains dramatically but he does just love doing things with his friends (he really doesn’t care what it is tbh!! don’t let his complaining fool you!!) The one thing he WON’T do is eat healthy haha she will have to pry his buffalo wild wings from his cold dead hands 

Oh yes! I can see her invitating over the gang and Lyd serving veggie burgers + things. WHERE IS THE BEEF?! I love it <3

“That’s exactly why I need your expertise,” he quipped, trying to make the whole ordeal sound better than it actually was. There was nothing glamorous about being back in Bingley after being the family disappointment— worse was being under his parents roof once more. Dominic lifted himself up a little more, peaked around the narrow hall to see if his mother was within earshot, and looked back at his sibling, “If it wasn’t for Sullivan and Fulton, I’m pretty sure Mom would have enforced a curfew on me.” Hints of desperation leaked through and his eyes looked as though they would well up with tears, hand reaching towards his sister, “Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.”

Lydia made a fist, placed it over her chest + made a fake wheezing sound. “Ugh, brother. You knoweth my weakness for a wellplace Star Wars reference.” Her smile reached from ear-to-ear. It was good to have her cooler older brother home again. When they were younger, Lydia was Dominic’s shadow as soon as she could walk. As Dom got older they drifted apart. But now they both are older (and can drink together) they’ve become closer. 

After a few days of going over the files and getting caught up on the situation from her father, Camille pulled into Sullivan’s Bar before quickly parking. The place was fairly busy for the town that thrived on families vacationing and the new school year was starting to show in the attendance. She recognized a few cars as locals, happy to see that she would actually get to chat with the people that mattered. The regulars. It was extremely important in this case to actually chat with them, get their opinion, and see where exactly the case stood in their eyes. Camille meandered in with a look that screamed ‘here for business’ and found a seat by a few of the Dover’s family friends. “Can I get—” she stated, limbs about ready to take the sitting position before feeling a gentle tap on her shoulder.

“Mom really let’s you great costumer’s like that?” a teasing tone rippling through, scruffy brown locks still swaying from the gusts of movement. Dominic moved eagerly to the counter top, leaned lightly in, and peaked at what his sister had been reading. 

“Nylon instead of a proper hello?” he scoffed jokingly, “I hope you aren’t too busy to help your favorite brother out on the house hunt.”

The sun shone thought her sheer bedroom curtains. Lydia could feel the summer humidity leak through her drafty window. Courage, her pup, was soring on her pile of dirty laundry while Catsanova was snoozing on his cat tree, curled up into a chocolate kitty bonbon purring away. The cherry-red numbers on her alarm clock read 8:10 AM. Her thumping headache reminded her of last night. A quick cuppa of hot coffee, a cool shower + a scone would fix her right up.

“Courage, did you eat my boots?” Lydia asked her pup from under the sofa. He didn’t answer, just munched on his breakfast with little woofs. She muttered something again before she found them behind the closet door. She slung her pack onto her back stuffed with her tin water bottle and a sack lunch. “Come on baby. Finish up, I wanna hit the trails before the tourists jam all the good paths.” She leashed up her pup + headed towards the tea & coffee shop.