#thewailer

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@thewailer​ says: ❝ you’re wasting my time. ❞ — hard to hear meme.

well  ,    yeah  ,  that  was  the  whole  point  of     ‘  operation  distract  lydia  ’,  she  just  wasn’t  supposed  to  catch  on  to  it  so  fast.  in  hindsight,  that  might  have  been  an  insult  to  the  banshee’s  intelligence.  lydia  wasn’t  an  idiot.  sure,  yeah,  she  did  things  that  made  malia  arch  a  brow,  scrunch  her  nose,  question  if  she  had  inhaled  too  much  hairspray  that  morning,  but  still,  not  stupid.  

’ oh,    will you  ?  ’  magnus said,    waggling his eyebrows and stepping nimbly out of reach.    his apartment was a mess   - —  far worse than the usual disorganized chaos.    there were empty cans and bottles strewn across the counter,    and the floor was faintly tinged with red and suspiciously sticky.    his slippers made little squelching noises every time he lifted them which,    while disgusting,    was also extremely entertaining.     

“…didn’t know where else to go…”  @thewailer​

      the  thunder  had  kept  his  mind  awake  for  most  of  the  night,  hands  itching  to  be  doing  something  productive.  it’d  been  hours  of  trying  to  sleep,  eyes  closed  against  the  sound.  but  the  flashes  of  lightning  lighting  up  the  sky  made  it  near  on  impossible  to  relax  enough  for  sleep  to  claim  him.  with  a  heavy  sigh,  he  leaves  his  bed,  moving  down  to  make  himself  a  coffee.  he’s  on  the  last  step  of  his  stairs  when  he  hears  the  knock  at  his  door.

     gaze  flicks  to  the  watch  at  his  wrist  and  his  eyes  narrow.  who  could  possibly  be  at  his  door  at  this  hour  ?  immediately,  worry  began  to  seep  into  his  veins,  grabbing  the  zip  up  hanging  from  the  pegs  by  the  door  and  the  keys  that  were  sat  in  the  bowl.  swinging  the  door  open  once  he’d  gotten  it  unlocked,  his  gaze  settles  on  the  red  head  stood  shivering  on  his  doorstep.  i  didn’t  know  where  else  to  go.  

     with  a  frown  he  opens  to  door  to  allow  her  entrance  to  his  home,  gaze  moving  over  her,  silently  noting  the  blood  he  could  see  running  down  from  her  face,  tangling  with  the  rainwater.  “  come  in  lydia.  let’s  get  you  clean  and  warm  and  then  you  can  tell  me  what  happened,  yes ?  ”  both  hands  settle  gently  on  her  shoulders,  guiding  her  towards  the  kitchen.  “  why  don’t  you  take  a  seat  ?  i’ll  be  back  with  a  towel.  ”   confusion  and  concern  circle  his  brain,  unable  to  keep  himself  from  wondering  what  had  happened  to  the  girl  so  that  she  had  ended  up  here,  rather  than  with  melissa  or  at  the  hospital.  but  none  of  that  mattered  right  now,  what  mattered  was  making  sure  she  was  alright.  

Once again, Scott has found himself as Lydia Martin’s knight in shining…denim. He’s not sure if he prefers these drunken interludes, or the times she’s feeling under the weather, honestly, because it always seems to come across the same way regardless.

But as he tries to ever so subtly herd her towards the door of the party-house, she gives a cheer, yells, “yeah, McCall, work that walk!” and smacks him on the ass. 

As it turns out, the Martins’ lakehouse is one of the oldest buildings in Beacon Hills. It’s been renovated to keep it modern, but the bones of it, its foundation, is as old as the Gold Rush and the push of Europeans into California. It isn’t totally uncommon to find little hidden places in the house that were long forgotten to time.

This time, it was a false floorboard discovered in one of the upstairs rooms when the carpet was pulled up to be replaced. Under the floorboard, there was a small wooden box surrounded with a circle of dust. Inside the box, there is a necklace. It looks like it’s probably antique and made of gold. It’s a memento mori locket, with a sapphire floral inlay on one side and a skull wearing a crown on the other. The locket itself is jammed shut, refusing to open, but beyond that, it’s a lovely necklace, if only the faintest bit morbid.

After a cursory examination to determine that the necklace isn’t anything she recognized, Natalie offers it to Lydia just in case she’s interested in such a thing before she pawns it.