Lydia Martin (bansheecries) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2017-10-28 00:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, lydia martin, mitch rapp |
Who: Lydia and Mitch
When: Thursday night (backdated last Thursday 10/19/17)
Where: Mitch’s place
What: Having dinner
Why: Lydia made soup
Status: Complete
Ratings: None
After her quick chat with Mitch, and Lydia would find herself driving to his place once more. She was a bit nervous, especially after the last time she has seen him, she revealed she was a banshee. But she guessed it couldn’t have been all bad since she was going over for dinner. The drive took longer than ten minutes since she had to get gas. Once at the building she would come to knock on his door.
That container filled with the soup she had made earlier and offered to bring him. Her red hair would be tied back in a messy bun, as she wore shorts this time with a long sleeve and ankle boots. She came to bite her bottom lip as she waited for Mitch to answer. Least he was willing to see her, so that was good. But she also couldn’t help but think about what Scott said.
***
Mitch was still having to let it all sink in. Everything that Lydia told him. She wasn’t human. And honestly, that was okay with him. It was still Lydia, the strange strawberry blonde woman who just showed up at his door one day.
Which was why he was actually glad that their little convo turned into Lydia coming over to his place once again. And once he heard the knock, he was up and answering the door. “One of these days I might have to go to your place,” he told her as he waved her inside. It only seemed fair. And he was curious about where she lived. But first needed to heal a little more and get over the need to hide.
***
Lydia couldn’t help but laugh. “I live far. In Everdale.” She stated as she came to place the container on the counter in the kitchen. Already she would take two bowls and pour the soup in them for each of them to enjoy. Once served she would come out and hand him his own bowl.
“I should also charge you for all this food.” She said teasing lightly as she came to brush her red hair from her face for the moment. Once seated she came to grab two bottles of water and hand him one. “How’s the shoulder?” She asked as she came to take a sip of her water as she watched him.
Thinking about what Scott said, she arched a brow. “Mitchy… How old are you?”
***
"It can't be that far if you're able to drive here all of the time." Far or not, it was only fair that he go to her sometimes. Well, once he got better and actually acquired transportation.
He pretty much just stayed out of her way, taking the bowl of soup when she handed it to him. He set it down and then sat down. It looked good and smelled good. "You could, but you won't." How was his shoulder? It still hurt, of course. But whenever she asked he slightly lied about how badly it hurt. She did enough for him. He didn't want her doing anything more. "It's alright. Unless I move it the wrong way or hit something then it reminds me that it's not healed yet."
He took a bite of the soup and it was actually pretty good. He looked up from the bowl when Lydia asked how old he was. "Twenty-five, why?"
***
Twenty- five wasn’t that old. Is all Lydia thought? “Never asked. Was curious.” She said with a slight smile on her features for the moment. Taking a bit of her own soup as she came to glance in his direction for the most part.
“Well, hopefully, you’ll feel better by Halloween. If not I’m going to use you for Thanksgiving.” She said as she teased slightly since she was aware that she was bringing him food nearly every day since meeting.
***
“How old are you?” He had never asked her as well and since they were sharing such small details about each other, he might as well get her age as well.
“You’re going to use me for Thanksgiving if I’m not better by Halloween?” he asked, an eyebrow raised her way. What exactly was she going to use him for?
***
“You’ll be the turkey.” She said as she poked at his stomach playfully. When he asked her age, she shrugged. “Nineteen.” She stated since it was only fair to share since they never really talked about anything personal. Well, except the whole Banshee thing.
“You should also know, back home I was part of a pack. It just happens to be that some of the members are here too now. Scott, the one you talked to, he’s an Alpha and the leader.” She said with a firm nod of her head.
“Mitch… What happened to you?” She asked since she was curious about why he showed up here with a bullet wound.
***
“I don’t think I’ll make a very good turkey,” he told her as he swatted her hand away. “Ah, I thought you would’ve been a little bit older.” she seemed it. But she was only nineteen. It could have been worse. She could have been underage.
“So, what does that mean?” Since she felt the need to tell him about it, he wanted to know what it really meant. Like, is going to have to deal with them just because he’s around Lydia?
He looked down and stared at his soup for a moment. He knew Lydia would ask that question sooner or later. Anyone would if they had seen the gunshot wound. “Things went sideways. I was trying to get away when I was shot.” That was all she really needed to know at this moment in time.
***
When Mitch said it was because things went sour, she could understand. Since that is how Allison died, but then she was here. It was still a little confusing, but Lydia didn’t want to think about it. When he asked what it meant that she was in a pack she came to smile.
“It’s basically a family. We take care of each other.” She replied with a nod of her head. “And since Scott knows I hang out with you, he’s probably going to wonder who you are.” She said giving him a fair warning of Scott. But she came to look at him for the moment.
Her bottom lip being bitten at as she gave Mitch a light smile. “You know, they might say you look like Stiles, but I don’t really see it.”
***
Mitch waited to see if Lydia was going to start asking for details, but she hadn't. Good, because he didn't want to give them. not now. he was still getting to know her and he didn't really think she needed the details. It could put her in danger especially if anyone from Paris showed up here.
"Ah, okay." That made sense. "I'm surprised he hasn't tried to track me down yet. I already spoke to him once." It wasn't a long conversation, but they had spoken.
"You're probably the first one to say that." It was a nice change, but he kind of figured that he might hear it in person from the others if he actually met any of them. He was ready for it.
***
Lydia came to smirk for the moment as she brushed her hair out her face. “Scott won’t do that… “She said before thinking for the moment. “Least, I hope not.” She added with a slight snicker escaping her lips.
“Well I mean you are older, and your hair is slightly longer.” She said touching his hair as she snickered. Only to move and take another bite out of her soup. Only to exhale once more as she came to lean back and look around Mitch’s place once more. Something she often did when she came over.
“After dinner, we’ll clean off your wound okay?” She said with a soft smile in his direction
***
"Which means it could still happen." A small part of him hoped that her friends stayed away for a while longer. He still didn't feel like dealing with anyone else at the moment. "That little snicker of yours makes me think that I should be ready for him and any of your pack to just pop up with questions."
He finished off his soup and pushed the now empty bowl to the side. "So a few differences between us then." He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair since Lydia just had to touch it.
"Yeah, alright." He leaned back and watched as Lydia ate her dinner. "Thanks for dinner again."
***
“Gotta fatten you up for Thanksgiving.” She said teasingly as she finished off the last bit of her soup and came to a stand. Those bowls were taken and placed in the sink as she came to look at Mitch for the moment. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned and changed.” She said with another smile on her features.
“Probably, but they mean well. Even though I hope they don’t.” She said thinking of Stiles and Scott since those two always get into trouble. Already she moved out the kitchen and came to stand not far from Mitch as she waited for him to come to a stand. Since meeting him, it was almost tradition for her to make him dinner and clean off his wounds before heading home and sleeping.
***
Mitch just shook his head when Lydia mentioned wanting to fatten him up for Thanksgiving again. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not going to fatten up. You might have to find another person to be your fat turkey." He said other thanks to Lydia when she took the dirty dishes into the kitchen.
He stood up. "Where are we doing it this time?" He obviously didn't care where, but he'd let Lydia pick where they were going to do it. "Well, if they do, I'll let you know."
***
Lydia laughed slightly as she came to move towards the sink in the bathroom. “Bathroom is always easiest.” She informed him as she came to move into that area and begin to gather the first aid kit to start cleaning his shoulder as usual before heading back home for the night.