Who: Lydia Martin and Kate Danvers What: Bumping into each other When: Thursday afternoon Where: Downtown Warnings: TBD Status: Closed/On-going
Sometimes, Lydia heard things she couldn’t identify. She didn’t tell anyone about them, always brushed off the far-off looks people asked about as thinking about something, rolled her eyes and changed the subject if she was pressed about it. It had been happening since she’d come back from home, now and then and it never led to anything, but she knew to listen, and put some effort into it when she was alone, not with someone who was just going to worry about her for nothing.
She was stopped on Main Street, looking at her phone to cover up, not look like a complete lunatic like she always wound up doing. Being a banshee meant she couldn’t ever just be normal. Normal was what Lydia wanted more than anything, too. The little while she hadn’t heard the voices had been the easiest she’d had in a long time.
So focused on listening, she didn’t realize there was someone she actually knew around, and so when she gave up with a frustrated huff and looked up to see Kate only a few feet away from her, she cringed inwardly. Great. She and the other girl weren’t exactly best friends or anything but they shared a circle and it was entirely possible for her the weird behaviour to be recognized and get back to the nagging worriers who played the bigger role in Lydia’s life.
Time to fake it, she decided in a second, and smiled. “Kate. Hey.”