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Tweak says, ""You have your mother's eyes.""

lydia martin (futureimperfect) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-12-01 17:33:00

Entry tags:

inactive: allison argent, inactive: lydia martin

WHO: Lydia Martin & Allison Argent
WHERE: outside OV
WHEN: Sun, Dec 1
WARNINGS: injuries and death for right now
SPOILERS? TW season 3? and 4, 5, 6...

At least quitting her job had netted Lydia more time to study. The semester was ending next week and she had finals pretty much every day. After that, she could talk to Rogue about tutoring the girls and be in a good place still for existing in Goodland. Still, she felt prepared and flipping through her notes just seemed like the responsible thing to do rather than a necessity. Some of this she could do in her sleep. Curled up at her desk, she slipped into almost a trance as she turned the pages until a thought popped into her head. Allison.

As soon as she acknowledged it, it grew stronger, more insistent. Allison! It threatened to bubble out of her, almost like... Eyes widening, she stood. Allison was dying, and she was here. She was out of the apartment in a flash, wishing they still lived on the first floor as she started down the stairs. No time to wait for the elevator, no time for any of this, but she was going as fast as she could. Popping out into the lobby, she kept going, pushing through the doors without pausing. She was close, Lydia's hair whipping around as she searched for Allison on the street. "Allison?" It really was her. Now was not the time to marvel at whatever the entity was doing, and she crouched next to her, placing one hand over the front of the wound as the other moved around to her shoulders. She hadn't been there last time to see how bad it was, to know what to do now. "There's a clinic just inside, okay? You can make it that far. I'm here to help you."

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nousprotgeons
2019-12-02 03:08 am UTC (link)

"Thank god," she breathed out - without any of that, then there would have been no way at all to get Stiles back, and that had been a priority for all of them. Slowly lowering the arrowhead and letting it dangle back against Lydia's chest, she reached over and wrapped her arms around her friend.

"I'm sorry - about all of it. And about Aiden." She knew that Lydia had cared for him - that they had been something. Losing anyone at all had to have been awful.

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futureimperfect
2019-12-02 03:15 am UTC (link)

The hug broke what was left of Lydia's composure, and she clung fiercely to Allison, knowing her wounds had been healed and it wouldn't hurt her to do so. "I missed you so much. We all did." Nothing had been the same without Allison, everything had gone off the rails after they lost her.

"I'm just so happy you're here now. You've got a chance here to keep living your life. Without as many weird things happening, but still some weird things happening so we don't get bored."

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nousprotgeons
2019-12-02 03:21 am UTC (link)

When the redhead's grip tightened, Allison closed her eyes and didn't complain, instead just holding onto Lyds as she let out a quiet sigh. "I wish I knew what to say," she replied finally, because really - what could you say to that? 'I missed you too' didn't fit, and neither was her apology, or a thank you. Instead, she hoped just being around would make up for things, somehow.

"I'm happy I'm here, too." If they weren't in Beacon Hills, then there was no more supernatural beacon, right? No more danger at every turn. "You're gonna have to show me around this place. But first, I'm starving. I guess dying helps work up an appetite, huh? Why don't you see if you can find some food and then tell me about this place?"

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