Lydia Martin is a survivor. (idontneedtohide) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-01-24 02:01:00 |
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Though Lydia wasn’t excited to potentially get her memories back from her fugue state, something was telling her that what she couldn’t remember was important. When she learned where she had been headed, she knew that it was more than just coincidence; Lydia knew who lived in that direction, and she had lived or read through the majority of what happened in Beacon Hills because of him. The more suspicions that cropped up, the more her nervousness twisted her stomach. Lydia was the last person to say that maybe Stiles was right, mostly just on a stubborn standpoint, but she was a little unsure. On top of that, she wasn’t sure how to bring up what she was thinking to Cora, especially because she didn’t have any proof. All of that uncertainty lead her here. Hopefully her memories would either show her that terrible theory didn’t have a leg to stand on, or it would give her a direction to head in with evidence. What she wasn’t thinking about was what she would do with the information once she had it. Lydia hated being alone in this, working on her own while trying to figure this all out. Even if her uneasiness was unfounded, would just bringing up the fact that she had doubts make her look like she had given up on what she and Cora had fought so hard to prove to everyone? And if she wasn’t wrong and something bad was happening, would that just bring mobs down on someone Cora cared about? Everything changed when she started getting these powers, when she became a banshee. If she could, Lydia would give it all back because it was just hurting the people she cared about. Lydia wished she could figure out this banshee stuff so she could do good with it, but part of her was afraid she couldn’t, no matter how hard she wanted to. Shaking her head as if that could dislodge that quiet, nagging voice in the back of her brain, she readjusted her purse on her shoulder and walked up to the address Magnus had given her. She had looked him up after their conversation (because she was curious and he looked familiar), and she should have been convinced she was just chasing a pipe dream because the guy was a model, but with everything going on in Orange County, the fact he really could use magic wasn’t as much of a surprise as it should have been. If she could be a banshee, he could have magic. It was sort of ridiculous how much she was willing to believe nowadays, but hopefully this would prove to be helpful. Lydia reached out, ringing the doorbell and looking around the area as she waited for the door to open. |