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Lydia Martin personifies (eunoia) wrote in paradisolog,

Lydia hiccuped against another sob when the woman started to tell her story, the parallel with Allison stabbing into her as she stared back at the woman and wiped at her face with her palms again, this time not bothering to hide it, even as more tears started to fall.

"It doesn't sound like an exaggeration," she said in a quiet, dull voice. "It sounds like Allison." And it did, as far as Lydia was concerned.

She remembered the woman having fessed up to that, because she remembered wondering, at the time, what exactly that was going to mean for the rest of them, when she fed. She hadn't read too far into it because she wasn't really all that interested in experimenting with women, but she remembered the spike of curiosity at the familiar term succubus she recalled from more than a few books on mythology. But Lydia didn't acknowledge it; she was quiet as she took shuddering breaths to try to calm herself down.