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↺: Our muses doing something holiday-themed with their kid(s).

"Derek if you’re giving Talia another sugar cookie Im going to tell Santa to leave you lumps of coal!" Lydia could hear their daughter giggling in the living room and while they were supposed to be  putting the finishing touches on the tree and setting stuff out for Santa and his reindeer but she wouldn’t be surprised if the two had gotten a little distracted in their endeavor. She stepped into the living room with the intent of being the adult which was what usually happened when Derek and Talia were having too much fun but as she watched them over by the tree she couldn’t help but smile.

                "Why are you staring at me like that...?"

Her brows bunched down as she stared back at Derek, trying to get him to turn his gaze away since his dark eyes had been fcused on her for a while now and he hadn't said a single word. Sure Derek wasn't exactly verbose or even remotely eloquent with his words     his statements were always straight and to the point; but even still he always expressed what was on his mind. So this quiet stare was unsettling. Had he been sitting closer she probably would have reached out and pushed his face another direction, forcing him to look somewhere else while she worked on her paper. 

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singingwithoutfail

forest-thief

Was tonight the first time Lydia had left her house and driven around  without a clue as to where she was going or why she had even left? No. It was like discovering what she was-- what banshee's did     had broken down a flood gate and she was stuck between the world of the living and the world of the dead. And with her mind unable to control her body it was surprising that an accident like tonight hadn't happened sooner . . .

Even sunny, draught ridden California got the occasional storm and as the old saying goes, when it rains--it pours. Driving the winding roads that carved their way through the Beacon Hills Forest was dangerous enough for a fully alert driver, for a teenage banshee who wasn't sure if she was coming or going--it could be downright deadly. She didn't know if it had been a flash of light or just intuition, but something made Lydia look up from her navigation screen just in time to slam on the breaks to try and avoid the hooded figure in the middle of the road. Had she really had a moment to process the whole thing she would have questioned why the being had glowing yellow eyes, but really the second her foot slammed on the break she was too   focused on trying to control her car to worry about anything else.

Lydia may not have been the best driver, but she had always been   smart and this was the first time she could honestly say she couldn't   remember what happened--but the end result as disastrous She had still   been unconscious when someone had come upon the wreckage of her  car and even as Emergency Response finally arrived, she was just barely   regaining consciousness. She was rushed to the hospital where it was no   surprise to anyone that Melissa McCall was there to help bring Lydia in--  she was easily the mom of everyone in their "pack", not just Scott. And  while Lydia did look banged up, the damage was fairly superficial, aside  from the broken clavicle. It was easy enough to fix and set before they   moved Lydia to her own room to finish sleeping off the pain killers they   had given her. By the time she started to come to most of her visitors   had come and gone, leaving her flowers and cards before heading out   to try and figure out what had happened. 

As the paid medication started to wear off, Lydia groaned in discomfort, shifting on the bed and opening her eyes. Her vision was blurred but she could tell she as in a bright room, and by the smell of alcohol  disinfectant and the insessant beeping and whirling of machines she deduced she was in a hospital . . .

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