Teen Wolf: Jackson & Lydia
[Lydia took an extra thirty minutes to change. What? Looking good was important. This was almost a first impression, and even if she wasn't (wasn't!) getting back together with Jackson Whittemore, she didn't see the harm in reminding him of precisely what he'd lost by being so totally dumb.
Pink button down and a the cutest little Vera Wang skirt in purple, she walked into Beacon Hills Hospital looking like there was nothing wrong with the world. No screeching of tires still ringing in her ears. No Japanese phrases mixed in with the audio track from an old WWII movie. Nothing wrong. And she looked great. She did. She knew she did. She told herself as she looked at her reflection in something shiny. Jackson would look at her, and he'd--
Okay. Maybe the facade dropped a little when she rushed forward on her cute little Steve Madden heels in violet.]
You look terrible! Healing? Healing? Isn't healing supposed to be happening here? [Whispered, when she got close enough, and all that blood did a very good job of hiding the fact that the wounds were mostly healed.]