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Tweak says, "FREEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!"

theprettybeta (theprettybeta) wrote in paradisolog,
@ 2016-04-15 00:17:00

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~isaac lahey (theprettybeta), ~lydia martin (eunoia)

WHO: Isaac Lahey and Lydia Martin
WHERE: Lydia's shelter
WHEN: Early Friday Morning
WHAT: Feels. Just accept that there's going to be a lot of feels.
WARNINGS: So many feels.
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete

I was left alone. Still, I waited for the day when she'd say "I will always love you."

It had been two years. Two full years for Isaac, and in those two years he spent every moment he had trying to concentrate on sifting through the complicated, complex emotions that he had originally ran away from. For two years, Isaac Lahey convinced himself that he was getting better, and last night that all fell apart in one fell swoop. Two years of denial unraveled into an explosive outburst, one that pushed away the only person who had ever shown him mercy who was still alive, and it was his own fault. Isaac shouldn't have bothered convincing himself that he was strong enough to move past what had happened to him. Perhaps he would have been able to go his entire life pretending, but he should have known the second he found out that Beacon Hills had followed him there that it was all going to fall apart. Maybe a part of him did know that, and he had just been waiting for the dam to break. It finally did, and with it came a flood of everything he had locked away. Anger, betrayal, guilt, fear, all of it was drowning him, and the worst part was that Isaac had no one to turn to.

He didn't know people here, and he was mostly afraid that unloading everything he felt would paint Allison out to be monster if he did it to anyone who didn't know her. He didn't want that. There were only a few people here who knew Allison, Stiles, Scott and Lydia, and none of them were ideal for Isaac to speak to. Scott for obvious reasons, Stiles because they never got along. And Lydia... she had gone through the same thing. She didn't need to relive it just because Isaac had to. He had tried to stay neutral in the little spat between her and Scott, they were both being hyper sensitive and Isaac, honestly, wanted nothing to do with any of it. But apparently that wasn't good enough, and now he wanted to make sure that Lydia was okay after Scott had started to bring up the past, again. She was pregnant. What the hell was he thinking, trying to upset her like that in her state?

So, Isaac wanted to check on her. He liked to think that Stiles would have taken care of Scott to make sure that he would stop putting Lydia down, at least publicly, but Isaac had a feeling that it was only wishful thinking. He reached her shelter just after sunrise, calling out quietly to avoid waking her if she was still asleep because he didn't want to stick his head in if she wasn't decent. "Lydia? I brought you something." More combs, now that she had found her shampoo, and a little more coconut oil just in case. "Are you awake?

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eunoia
2016-04-15 05:29 am UTC (link)

Lydia's biggest complaint about this pregnancy so far was that, without fail, morning sickness came like clockwork. It might actually not have been so bad if it was actually morning sickness, but Lydia typically spent most of the night out behind the hut. Earlier in the night, Stiles was always really good about being out with her, holding her hair and rubbing her back for her, making sure she had enough water in the canteen and bringing her back into the hut to help her back into bed. The later in the night it got, the less inclined she was to wake him when she had to get up.

The sun had just come up and Lydia was exhausted from a long night of going back and forth — with or without Stiles — between the bed and out behind the hut where she hid from the rest of the camp to deal with the sickness that came with being overloaded with pregnancy hormones. It had been a solid ten minutes since the last time she'd thrown up and she was sitting back, leaning against the back arch of the hut, her head back and the nearly empty canteen sitting beside her on top of her folded sundress along with her toothbrush and toothpaste, courtesy of Darcy. She was pretty sure that the wave of nausea had finally completely passed and was gathering her things to go back inside when she heard Isaac's voice from around the front.

Lydia pushed herself to her feet. "I'm up," she said, scooping up the sundress with her things wrapped in it. "Don't come back here, hold on," she added quickly, sure that if he came back, his sensitive nose would tell him exactly what she'd been doing and she doubted he wanted any part of that.

Looking a little pale, but mostly just kind of tired, Lydia came around to the front and held a finger up to her lips before pointing to the door. She held that same finger up to let him know she'd just be a second before giving him a tired but grateful smile, taking the combs and coconut oil, and Lydia slipped into the hut to put down her things without waking Stiles. Then, she headed back out. Her hair was tied up sloppily and she was wearing a pair of panties under Isaac's borrowed t-shirt, but Lydia was already near the point of her pregnancy that she honestly did not care whether she looked a disgusting mess. And she probably did, she thought, as she nodding for him to follow her so that they could talk without waking Stiles.

"Thank you," she said softly. "That coconut oil is amazing. You're awesome." She paused, the little smile playing on her lips falling away. "...I saw the blow up last night. I didn't know he..." she paused again. "Thank you for sticking up for me." It wasn't entirely sticking up for her since he agreed she'd overreacted when Lydia still didn't think she did, but it was better than saying nothing. It was better than offering to her that Scott could come help her with her pain when it came. Stiles didn't get it. He probably never would. Scott had been his best friend forever, so she didn't want to hold it against him, but some part of her did. "That was cool of you." She didn't make mention of the part about Allison. That had hit her pretty hard, too, in its own way. The last thing she wanted to do was reopen that wound for him again less than twelve hours later.

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theprettybeta
2016-04-15 05:48 am UTC (link)

As soon as Isaac heard Lydia's voice from behind the hut, he had a feeling that he knew what was going on. Malia was suffering from sickness as well, a lot more than he had expected and he had expected a lot. He spent most of the time making sure that he was holding her hair or trying to take away some of her pain or discomfort, but right now she seemed alright and Isaac wanted to check in with Lydia - just in case. Stiles comment about forcing Scott and Lydia to interact concerned him, but even more so that he knew Scott was still bad talking people. Scott, who told him to go fuck himself. Isaac worked hard to avoid taking sides. Scott had made the decision for him, though, in the end. He waited patiently for Lydia to come around the front and put her things away before returning to him, and he waited for them to walk a short distance from the hut before he lifted a hand to place it on her shoulder. "We can just sit down if you want to, Lydia, you've been getting sick? If you're still nauseous I can just let you go to sleep, I don't want to keep you awake."

But she had continued, and Isaac's hand fell away when she mentioned the blow out with Scott. He immediately felt his heart sink into his stomach and Isaac's hands slipped into the worn pockets of his jeans, his eyes falling to the ground beneath them. He didn't know exactly how much Lydia knew about what happened with Allison, less than he thought she knew, that was confirmed when they spoke at the bonfire. But knowing that Allison confessed her feelings for Scott, knowing that she didn't even glance at Isaac as he watched on after seeing her getting impaled, he didn't want Lydia to know all of that. He didn't want her to live it. "It's fine," he responded a little shortly, not with annoyance but with anxiety. "It's fine, he's just been bitching about it for too long and originally, he said it was about respect but he hasn't even tried to reach out to all of the people he considered his 'pack' at once in the first place so... apparently it was about getting laid. Or it was about respect that he doesn't want to work for, it doesn't matter." He was purposefully avoiding the way that Scott spoke down to him for leaving. He was afraid of what he would say if he acknowledged that part. "I don't have to tell you how I feel about it. Obviously you saw."

Isaac swallowed hard, his throat having gone dry, and he glanced back at Lydia. "How do you spend the morning getting sick and still manage to look good? Are you in pain?" He gave her a look before she responded. "Don't lie."