harbinger_death (harbinger_death) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-05-15 10:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, lydia martin, stiles stilinski |
Who: Stydia
Where: Scott and Stiles' room
When: during the plot
What: Lydia reacting to all of the death, figuring out being a banshee, and protecting Stiles
Warnings: Likely! Mentions of in game character deaths, drama. Etc.
It was easy not to sleep for Lydia. How could she, when everything else was happening around them? Sometimes, she cursed the banshee that she was, but other times she was grateful for the opportunity to be able to save those around her. As soon as her first nightmare had happened before everything changed, Lydia knew something was off. Scott was being Scott about it all and going off to rescue people. She had even warned Cora about a death she had seen, not knowing who it was, but needing someone to try and stop it. She didn't know her own abilities all that well, yet, though apparently, she did figure them out in the future.
Taking up refuge in Scott and Stiles' room, Lydia was sitting on the edge of Stiles' bed. She had a fan going beside her for the static white noise, trying both to focus and to not think too hard about the outside world. Every moment she closed her eyes, she saw someone die. What was going on here? Was this...just some nightmare place? Were they all destined to die here?
She witnessed another death, someone whom she didn't know, but snapped open her eyes and turned a startled look towards Stiles. "How do I figure this out in the future? It's got to get easier! What good is being a banshee if I can't use my abilities to help people? I was already too late for Elektra." She gripped the edge of the comforter, the frustration written on her face. Her brow furrowed, lines wrinkling her forehead and a dull headache was forming already.