Change things — the naivety and innocence dripped like honey from her perfectly painted lips, yet Peter preferred venom to be spewed instead of the foolish sweetness of useless hopes. Lines about mouth curled in an early expression of amusement, but he subdued the twisting of lips and the very prominent desire to expel a snort of derision. As much as the werewolf wanted to place the blame with the weakness of humanity or youth, his own nephew had been long tainted by the childish notions of heroism and morality. Bones of vertebrae cracked audibly, cruelly, as the were tilted his head back and forth purposefully before pressing hands at her sides, and then leaning forward until his face was looming closer to her own.
❝ You can, believe me, you can. The problem is those little thoughts clogging up what is natural. You can’t change anything, Lydia. You do. You act. You ARE. ❞ Although his body posture and the sharp lines along his jaw were ominous, the tone of his voice was anything but. Serious, certainly, but it was not an attempt to set her with fright. Blue hues studied her closely, seeing a girl and a powerful banshee to be all in one, but the human girl in her was far too dominant. Mouth twisted in a degree of disgust before he pressed himself backwards and set appropriate amount of space between them.
❝ Then change will come to you, but you can’t play some hero. I know how much you and your little friends love being Beacon Hill heroes. ❞ Derision was no longer masked, yet it was held more in the tone than in the face; a little jab he could not help but shove in her face whenever given the chance. It was petty, and he loathed it, so shoulders shrugged into a more casual air. Then, his last piece of advice followed with tone free of any emotion.
❝ Lydia, stop thinking about what you SHOULD do. You’ll find yourself freed of such self imposed burdens. ❞
▸ 𝑯𝑶𝑾𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵 . . . . . ❛ I can't use my power to change things. I can't even use it at all! ❜ 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 @multimirxcles
