Lydia Martin personifies (eunoia) wrote in paradisolog, @ 2016-04-07 21:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~lydia martin (eunoia), ~stiles stilinski (devoided) |
WHO: Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski
WHERE: The shelter she's offered to share with him temporarily
WHEN: Thursday night
WHAT: Feels
WARNINGS: Like...probably just angst?
STATUS: Complete
She shouldn't care. She didn't care. Lydia absolutely did not care that Stiles and Malia made out because that was the whole reason she'd cockblocked Scott. Because she'd wanted Stiles and Malia to have a chance to take the natural course they were meant to take. Well, that and she didn't want to end up in the middle of a feud between the two of them back home when things inevitably went bad via hurt feelings and broken bro codes. Stiles and Malia were supposed to be together and Stiles was the most important person in the world to her in the wake of Allison's death, of course she wanted him to be happy and fall in love with Malia the way he was going to back home, anyway. So why in the hell did it bother her to hear about it? Lydia didn't want Stiles. Not like that. She loved him, of course she did; Stiles was her best friend, how could she not? But the feelings that he'd had for her before — which she told herself that he no longer had because it felt better to think that way — were unrequited. She wasn't ever going to feel for Stiles the way that she suspected some part of him wanted her to and she couldn't help that. The fact that Malia had felt comfortable coming to her to tell her that the two of them had hooked up should've made Lydia happy. So why wasn't it? And if that wasn't enough, reading Darcy's novella-length horror story of what she had to "look forward to" over the next few months only compounded Lydia's upset. This was a terrible idea. All of it was a terrible idea, what the hell had she been thinking? Lydia wasn't ready for this, she hadn't mentally prepared herself, she hadn't asked what to expect from someone who'd experienced it, she chose Stiles when all that was ever going to do was muddy the waters of a friendship that she held dear... Lydia hadn't ever felt so stupid in her entire life. Lying down on the jungle floor inside her shelter, Lydia stared at the wall and willed her unease to go away. Or for sleep to come. Either would've been fine; whichever had come first. |