Lydia Martin is a survivor. (idontneedtohide) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-12-20 14:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, cora hale, lydia martin, stiles stilinski |
Characters: Lydia Martin + Cora Hale.
Location: Their apartment.
Time: 20 December, evening.
Warnings: None.
Summary: A very important question.
Status: Closed, complete.
All of this started with Lydia claiming that she needed to go to the store to get some things for dinner. It wasn’t that much of a lie, considering that there wasn’t anything good in the house since neither of them had really been home long enough to replace everything that had gone bad while Cora was in the hospital. That said, the only thing Lydia was really thinking about wasn’t what they were going to make for dinner. Getting into her car, Lydia just sat there for a couple seconds to try and calm down. This wasn’t something she thought she would ever do, but it didn’t feel like it was going as smoothly as it did in the movies she watched sometimes. Not that it was bad, but she felt a strange and overwhelming combination of nervous and excited. Her heart felt like it was fluttering in her chest and she was sort of worried about what was going to happen when this plan finally started to unfold, but she wasn’t going to stop now. As she drove, the quiet inside of the car and her thoughts only interrupted by the pop music on the radio. It was easier to not be so anxious while singing along to the songs on the radio and Lydia focused on that until she ended up in the parking lot of the store. Inside, Lydia just found herself looking around, standing in the atrium for a second or two. Glancing at some of the people there, she wondered if there was anyone else here for the same reason she was, if they had the same combination of feelings she did. The only difference was that Lydia didn’t have to lean over glass cases, staring at ring after ring, hoping to find one that would be perfect: Lydia already found the perfect ring, she had already bought it, she even gave the jeweller the right size. That was probably where she differed from all of these people the most. Over the years, Lydia had become something of a professional shopper to go with the image that everyone expected, and at the same time, she figured she saw things from a different perspective. Making her way confidently over to the back counter, she gave her last name as she waited for the woman to look through the neatly wrapped boxes behind her for the one with her name on it. It was already paid for, so once it was handed over, Lydia placed the box into her oversized purse and walked out of the store, passing by row after row of glass cases with people looking longingly or pointedly into them, all looking for what Lydia had been looking for. With her heels clicking on the floor, she pushed open the doors and got back in her car. Lydia took a deep breath before turning the engine over and setting off for the next location she needed to visit. Knocking on the door to Peter’s place was more agonising than walking into the store because this was one of the steps she worried the most about. She knew he was home because she called him to make sure he would be there when she arrived. Once she was inside, Lydia launched into this rehearsed speech that she had been thinking about since she first realised she was going to end up here. At one point, she realised that she was talking too fast when she Peter asked her if she felt okay. After that, her entire practiced speech fell apart and she just said things as they came to her. In the end, he just laughed at her, telling her there was nothing to be so worked up about. It was probably the first time Lydia could remember him laughing or smiling since all of this dream stuff had started happening, and she couldn’t help but laugh a little herself. That small moment ended up breaking the anxiety that had been choking her earlier, and she was really thankful for it. Lydia was still nervous, but she felt better knowing she had support from Peter, even if he said she didn’t need to come all the way out here to talk to him about it. Despite what he said, Lydia knew that she had to, because he was important to Cora, had been the closest thing to a father she had and Lydia wouldn’t have felt right about doing this if he didn’t approve. By the time she was back at her apartment, it was late, but she figured all her time out helped Cora focus a little on all the school things she needed to work on that she missed while she was in the hospital. Lydia unlocked the door to the apartment, holding bags from the grocery store. She put the bags onto the kitchen counter and took the ring out of her bag. “How is everything going,” Lydia asked, nonchalant, as she moved to sit down next to Cora on the couch. “I have something I need to ask you.” Pulling out the ring, she held it out so that Cora could see it. “Cora Hale, will you marry me?” Lydia was surprised by the confidence in her voice, but at the same time, she wasn’t. She was sure about this. |