#divienity.

lydia's head snaps up at malia's words, pink dusting her cheeks as she realizes what that might mean for their dynamic. "they did?" the redhead pretends to look disinterested, a sharp raise of her brow in feigned dismissal as she secretly gauges malia's features for any hint of satisfaction. that was the beautiful thing about the werecoyote - she was extremely expressive, what she was feeling could usually be seen on her face. her lovely face. lydia inwardly suppresses a groan, turning to offer malia a more than charming smile. "did they say anything else?"

a chuckle leaves lydia’s lips at the words. malia certainly was an acquired taste but she wouldn’t change the werecoyote for anything in the world. her bluntness and fresh perspective on life was always a welcome change, even though they’ve known each other for a decade and a half now. fondness coats lydia’s visage as she reaches out to take her hands in her own, offering a reassuring squeeze. “and yet you’re still one of the strongest people i know. things get crazy, people die, our lives are the opposite of freaking normal but we keep going anyway, even when we need a stronger word than fuck.” lydia offers her another smile, knowing exactly how she felt.

              there  was  still  no  way  that  this  could  be  even  remotely  okay.  doppelgangers,  lookalikes  ---  centuries  apart  and  apparently  cursed?  the  way  katherine  seems  so  bored  by  this,  like  she’s  seen  it  all  a  million  times  before,  seems  to  rattle  flossie’s  cage  more  than  anticipated.  no,  she  decided  that  there  was  nothing  about  this  that  she  ever  wanted  to  have  a  part  in.  it  was  weird  and  made  her  feel  insecure  about  her  own  features.  “  we’re  really  talking  about  food  right  now?  no  offense,  but  looking  at  you  is  giving  me  the  creeps.  you’re  not  my  twin,  not  a  long  lost  sister,  but  an  older  vampire?  whose  face  happens  to  be  the  same  as  mine.  do  you  not,  i  don’t  know,  feel  depersonalized?  like  a  part  of  yourself  has  just  been  given  away?  ”