Lydia Martin is done with the supernatural. (fieldsmedal) wrote in motelca,
Lydia hasn't done much since she managed to walk out of that elevator. She didn't cry, didn't break down like she thought she would. She just went back to her room, showered, then sat down by her vanity table and carefully, methodically reapplied her make up and redid her hair. Her mind blank, numb in a way that she hasn't managed to achieve in a very long time.
She doesn't know how long it'll last, but as she pulls another perfect curl from her curler and looks at that empty shell of herself in the mirror, she hopes she can hold on a little longer.
When someone knows on the door almost as soon as she has that thought, however, she winces. Because she knows this version of her is long gone. And if this is one of the two people who know her well enough now, she knows they'll crack her in no time at all. Unless she can fool them long enough to make them go away before they notice. But she knows how highly unlikely that is.
Lydia takes a deep breath and sets the curler down after turning it off, then makes her way over to the door. She hesitates for just a second before opening it.
"Scott." She breathes. And then she smiles. A smile that isn't fully sincere, but only if he's paying too close attention he'll notice the reminder of a mask she used to wear.
So she quickly looks down as she steps aside to make room for him to come in, hoping that'll throw him off long enough.