#chaxticvoid

[sms: Jackson] ….

[sms: Jackson] I just got jumpscared by my own phone. Jesus. 

[sms: Stiles] How many times have I told you to stop watching horror movies?

[sms: Stiles] You’re a big baby when you watch them on your own.

The tighter void’s fingers wrapped around Scott McCall’s neck, the less air was able to reach his lungs, vision blurring more quickly than he anticipated. Menacing features before him bled together, everything around him becoming a blotch of color. "Stiles-" the sound strangled, Scott barely able to form any other words. "--Let go. P-p-please."

dOES STU KNOW ABOUT THE SUPERNATURAL? IF NOT VOID COULD HAVE SOME FUN.

❛ ... did you need something ? ❜ lost in thoughts —— again. focus now upon him, lips curve at the corners as a soft smile is shared. she rids the lingering thoughts in her mind with the eventual conversation and words were spoken once more, as if she felt the need to explain herself. ❛ my apologies, I've been a bit lost in thoughts as of late. ❜

     She’s spending a day free of responsibility in luxury, a few candles lit and the air conditioner cooling the atmosphere. So she may have to shell out some extra money to cover the appliance, but summer appears to have made an early arrival. Looking up from the book she’s been flipping through, a smile hints at milky features and Lydia crawls over to Stiles. Curling into his side, Lydia drapes a willowy arm around him. “Is the air too much for you?” she asks softly with strawberry waves tousled by the nearby vent, tilting her face up and dusting idle kisses along his cheek. She just wants to be close to him, especially now and she has absolutely no intention of moving.

YES. Lydia feeling his death and running to him but it’s too late. And so she cradles him and whispers that he’ll be okay until he finally let’s go and passes on.