bound and unashamed

Lydia almost frowns at the idea of yet another werewolf sensing thing about her. But this one, if all things go as planned by the soulbond is specifically in tune with her, she could pick up these things anywhere. That’s disconcerting, but somewhere in the back of her mind it was nice. “I’ve barely yawned, so I find that one inaccurate, and maybe I just find you comfortable. I’ll be fine for a while longer.”  Lydia doesn’t need to even remember how the bringing back to life happened, its at the forefront of her mind, and she wonders if like Peter it’ll be something she just won’t be able to get over. That however doesn’t stop the small laugh that seems to leave her lips when she hears Laura’s explanation, it just seemed so…sappy. Maybe a bit alarming for someone she just met, but it was nice it in its own way. “I can see your point, however, maybe we should keep your decided nickname to ourselves.” But she lets a bit of a smile happen at the next words. “I expect only the best, Hale.” Lydia just hums an acknowledgement, but really again doesn’t make any attempt to move. But finally deciding to ask a question she had been wondering since before they even sat down. “Did you want to go talk to your mother and siblings?”

Laura chuckled. "I would get bonded with someone incredibly stubborn, of course. If you're sure, then we could just sit here for a little longer. I'm okay with being a pillow." She rolled her eyes at the laugh, knowing it was her fault for the words that had slipped free from her mouth. "Shut up," she mumbled without any heat or effort. "And fine, but I'm keeping it. Because it fits." A smile quirked up the corner of her mouth and the woman wondered if this meant Lydia was accepting things as easily as she was starting to, though that was probably the pull of the first night of the bond if she were being honest. "I'll pull out all the stops. Is that good enough for you?" The question throws her off for a minute and she glanced towards the door her family had walked out of, considering for a moment. "I can talk to them all tomorrow I think," she finally offered, a little hesitantly. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk with them, reunite with them... But the idea of walking away from Lydia, even for a short amount of time and at a small distance, felt painful and she doubted the girl really wanted to watch her family reunion all that much.

Lydia mumbles something in protest, but even she cant figure out what she was trying to say, just humming another protest instead. “Exhaustion doesn’t even get past this bond?” She almost questions annoyed, but more just surprised than that. Quirking a brow quickly at the nickname though. “Little Savior? I’m not a savior.” Lydia didn’t even want to think about the idea of being miles away from Laura, the thought hurt. What was her days at school or away going to be like? Would it always be this way? She kind of let her her head rise at the suggestion though. Because, great, the worst one. “Not normally how most people try to hit on me.” She muses almost amused, but thinks over the idea of even just staying in the area. “Okay. My mother’s not home tonight anyway.”

The incoherent mumbles leaving Lydia's lips only made Laura's smile that bit wider. It was really cute, she had to admit. Lydia was cute. Maybe this entire soul bond thing wouldn't be too bad after all. "Nope, but the wolf sensing doesn't hurt with figuring it out either. Slower heart rate, deeper breaths, increased yawning... Oh, and you've steadily been leaning into me more and more since you shifted, not that I mind at all." She had to snort incredulously at Lydia's brush off towards the nickname. "As someone who was torn in half and very much dead, with an equally dead mother just yesterday, I would beg to differ. You brought us back and in doing so put a remnants of our family back together. I'd say that definitely labels you as a savior. My savior anyway." Okay, so maybe it was far too cheesy and had Laura been more awake, she might've actually smacked herself for the words, but that wasn't to say she didn't mean them totally and entirely. The alpha definitely had to huff out a laugh at the admittance. "I'll up my game after I get some sleep, I promise. And okay, I can drive you to school tomorrow too." She lifted her head and glanced around her, then pointed towards the entrance opposite from where her family had walked out. "My bedroom's down that hallway."

Lydia is back to fighting the urge to grab Laura’s hand, especially now that it was that much closer to her. But she refused to fall completely under the spell of this bond. She can fight it the best that she can. “Hm.” Is all she can really hum out, she’s a little exhausted, so forgive her for not really being at the top of her game. “I’m fine for now.” She tries to wave off her tiredness, with another wave of her hand, and a shrug, though she really made no inclination to get up or move. And sighs again at the thought of leaving. “I can barely leave this room, and I’m expected to go miles away with this kind of pain? How nice.” And maybe its a little sarcastic, but she figures its allowed. She did just find out she gets to pain for an indefinite amount of time.

Laura had to grin at Lydia's reply, knowing it was bullshit. She could literally feel the banshee's exhaustion and her own was pretty close to matching it. "Mhm, yeah... I can call bullshit on that and know I'm right. You need sleep, little savior." Still, she had no urge to get up off the floor and could only bring herself to nod a little. "Yeah. If it makes you feel any better, the pain is totally mutual, so it'll really suck for both of us, not just you." Biting her lip, she contemplated her next offer, wondering how the girl was going to react to it. "You could just, you know, spend the night... I heard it's kind of the worst one usually."

It takes her a minute really, and god, she wouldn’t do this with any other stranger in existence, but Lydia moves just enough that she’s moved from where she’s sitting on the floor next to Laura, almost hesitant for a second, but ends up leaning her head against Laura’s shoulder. “Is it always gonna be this strong?” She feels like she already knows the answer but asks anyway. Nodding though, she can’t really argue that. “It’s not exactly the most soothing information, and I did just raise two people from the dead. I’m not quite sure it was just the news, though a lot of it had to do with it. But I do doubt I would have passed out or anything. Or at least not yet. But — thank you. I suppose you’ll always be feeling that now, huh?”

Laura feels her entire body relax as Lydia moves closer, head tilting to rest her own on top of the girl's. This was better. Still not the full body contact she was craving, but definitely better. "Yeah, I think it is." The words are apologetic in a way, it wasn't exactly either of their faults this happened, but still, it was all kind of dropped on the young banshee. "You probably need some sleep after all of that, or you really will pass out. And you're welcome, like I said, I just want to make sure you're okay." She smirked a little sheepishly. "Yeah, that's generally how it works. It's going to suck when you head home, I'm going to tell you that straight up."

"It feels better now, at least slightly." She notes at the contact and it was almost like she was content but she wasn’t, she wanted to be impossibly closer. It takes a lot of strength for her not to lean closer, or well more than she already had, and took a lot of control not to want to grab her hand, and just hold that. Which is ridiculous she just met the woman, she had been dead a day ago. "I’m sure there’s an explanation, and maybe your mother knows the reason. It was always rightfully yours though, so I’m sure that’s it." Lydia hums again, and tries to bite a smalls mile that makes its way to her lips, okay, so that was a little romantic, sounds like ti came out oaf a movie. But it was nice. ”And that includes helping me sit down?” She questions almost amused.

"Yeah? Good." She nodded again and then let out a quiet yawn. "That's good." Though really, if Laura had her way they'd probably both be on the couch, possibly spooning and as close as possible. That's how much contact she was craving anyway, but she doubted Lydia was just going to allow for that. Not to mention, it'd probably be a little creepy to do so with a woman she just met, soul-bond or no. "Maybe she does... Thanks." The alpha couldn't have suppressed the small, happy smile even if she'd wanted to, the praise making her feel warm and content. She pursed her lips at the question, thinking over how to answer it. "You felt- looked. You looked like you were going to fall down if you didn't sit soon. It's a lot to take in, I know, so a bit of dizziness is understandable."

Lydia had gone to protest what Laura was doing, but it had felt nice to sit down whether or not she had been slightly assisted there when actually getting there. Having Laura closer felt nice, the ache in hr chest hadnt felt so terrible, instead she tried focusing on that, and the information she was getting from Laura. Humming along almost with what was being said, Lydia can literally pick out which ones she’s already felt. And suddenly wondered if Laura had felt how confused she was or the headache she was feeling. “I can feel most of those,” she says realizing this bond seriously lacked personal space. Her eyes furrow with the last part though. “You would be an alpha.” The back of her mind notes her past. “Is the protectiveness part of it is as well?” She asks noting what had just happened.

Almost unconsciously, Laura let her temple rest against Lydia's leg, eyes fluttering closed as she relaxed and the pain dulled slightly. She nodded slightly at Lydia's response. "I'm not surprised, because I am too." The statement made her lift her head to glance up at the girl once again. "I was actually surprised. I thought it would go back to my mom now that she's here, or that Derek would have retained the alpha power, since I'm pretty sure I remember him telling me he killed Peter for it. But here I am." Flashing her eyes briefly, Laura caught the red glow reflected back at her from Lydia's own gaze, before she returned to leaning against Lydia's leg contentedly and shrugged. "Yeah. I want to take care of you, make sure you're okay. Better than okay, to be honest. I want to make you happy." Maybe it was the exhaustion that made the words slip out so easily, or maybe she was just submitting to the bond she knew wasn't just going to go away.

Wishing she could just sit down just for a moment, Lydia really needed to process everything that’s happening, and standing up is only making things slightly worse. Finally lifting her head again, she tries to ignore everything right no, more than what was logical. Which was pretty much nothing at this point. “Of course you do.” Lydia makes a note to go back into reading more about wolves. “So this a life time thing.” She watches Laura’s mother and siblings leave and feels like a lot of her questions are about to go unanswered. “Anything else you really know besides the pain? Is there anything else that could possibly go wrong?”

Seeing the look on Lydia's face, Laura glanced around for some place to sit. Crossing the rest of the distance between them, she took the girl's arm carefully and lead her over to the couch, pushing her down into the seat, before settling on the floor beside her legs. "Yeah, unless one of us died... again." She furrowed her brow, feeling a headache of her own coming on just at the thought. "But um, as for anything else... I know it hurts more the further apart and the longer apart we are. Uh, I know it's easier to sense each others emotions, we're more in-tuned with them and like, sometimes kind of can feel how the other is feeling. There's the urge to touch and be close to one another." She pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to remember more of the lessons her mother had given her when she was a child. "I think there was a thing about pack ties, that you're aligned with my pack now, especially since I'm the alpha."

Oh. Soulmates. Great word for romance novels and fun stories to tell children, and dreamers that can be naive enough to the world. Not for Lydia martin who just has had the hardest year and half. “Right. Soulmates.” She can’t help but let out the sigh that she had been holding in, and letting her hand run over her forehead, honestly, this was starting to give her a headache. “And do you know how long this desperation for each other is going to have to last?”

Running a hand through her hair, Laura then scratched at the back of her neck, wondering how best to explain things. She felt the ghost of a twinge in her forehead and glanced up from where her eyes had dropped to her boots, seeing Lydia rub at her forehead and frowning slightly. Allowing herself a cautious few steps closer to the girl, she shook her head. "Um, well.... Wolves um- mate for life. I'm not really..." She trailed off, looking towards her mother once again for support, only to see her siblings trailing after her out of the room. "Traitors," she muttered quietly.

Lydia’s eyes watched where Laura’s gaze had gone, and let her eyes drift that way as well, before letting her gaze snap back, mostly at her hands. Making a noise in the back of her throat at her logic. she was right. But that’s not even slightly reassuring. “Well that still gives us no answers as to why I can’t leave the room without my chest feeling less than ideal.”

Laura resisted the urge to step closer to the young girl, as she'd been resisting since this whole thing began. Even the idea of her leaving the room made her own chest give a phantom squeeze of pain and she knew they were both in for an interesting future. "Yeah, that's part of the bond. Soul mates," and she used the term with a little hesitance, unsure how Lydia would react to it. "Soul mates kind of follow the logic of the Greek's, who thought humans were once created with two faces and eight limbs, then separated. So, once they find each other well... They don't really want to be apart again."

"It’s not like I exactly anticipated this either." Voice still a little frustrated and trying to ignore what ever this feeling is. "This wasn’t exactly in the fine print of bring back the dead."

Looking up at the obviously frustrated girl, she hummed softly. "I wasn't saying you were." Then she glanced over at her mother. Their reunion had been cut a bit short by the sudden tugging pressure she'd felt towards Lydia, but she still felt a huge wave of relief each time she saw the woman. "And I'm pretty sure if raising the dead soul bonded you to someone, my mother would be sharing in our problem right now. And then things would get really awkward."