To Lydia Martin every inkblot looks like... (danausplexippus) wrote in stepfordic, @ 2017-12-10 16:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison argent (ithinkyoumean), lydia martin (danausplexippus), max mayfield (beyourzoomer), stiles stilinski (heryodaheis) |
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[She looks in the mirror one more time, tilting her head with slow, deliberate consideration. The same final check she does every time she leaves her room in the morning, whether she's going to first period or to a werewolf fight. Lipstick blotted, dress smoothed, accessories matching, and everything laid out where she'll need it when she returns. Deep breath in through her nose, out through her mouth, she straightens a little, grabs her bottega veneta tote, pre-packed with everything she'll need for what she's planning and then...
...she's standing on a snowy street, outside a toy store decorated for...Christmas?]
But it's June...
[She whispers, even as she starts shivering. She hugs herself, partially to keep warm and partially to keep away panic. Oh God where am I, if it's December, if it was a fugue state and it's December and I'm somewhere it snows how long have I been... deep breaths...to stop a panic attack in through your nose, count to three, then out again... she's calming herself the best she can when she looks down and sees the tablet, like some kind of knock-off ipad, lying right at the toes of her heeled boots. Her own reflection is staring back at her, it's recording, and she sucks in a breath before smoothing her features into the calmest expression she can manage and picking up the tablet, holding it gingerly in front of her face.]
Hello?