Mitch Rapp (rapp) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-03-11 01:08:00 |
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They had started the conversation yesterday and then decided to finish it today. Mitch hadn’t been home long. He had no idea when Lydia was going to show up. They never actually said a time. He figured she’d just show up when she’d showed up. And since waiting around wasn’t his strong suit, he decided to clean up a little. Not long after, he heard the knock at the door and answered. “Hey,” he greeted Lydia before opening the door wider so she could come on inside. * Last nights texting with Mitch wasn’t what she expected. Than again, she also didn’t expect to wake up screaming in his bed and shatter his mirror either. Which is what lead to this face to face talk. After dealing with school, and changing back at her place, she had made her way over to Mitch’s. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen. And that made her nervous. Still, after knocking and being greeted she gave him a faint smile. “Hey.” Is all she said as she stepped inside. Sweats and a tee shirt hugged her frame, she figured she might as well be comfortable for this, right? * Once she was inside, he shut and locked the door. She didn’t seem so cheery like she normally did, which he guessed was to be expected. She was still being weird about the other night. “Want anything or do you want to get straight to the talking?” he asked as he led the way into the living room. * “Water and then straight to talk.” She said as she moved to take a seat on the couch. Her red hair was tied back in a ponytail for the moment, as she placed her phone on silent and on the table across them for now. She wanted to give Mitch her whole attention. Especially if she was going to show him what happened. The last persons he showed, they had vanished from her life for a month, and Lydia still had no idea what happened to him… But she couldn’t and wouldn’t think about that now. Now she just wanted to show Mitch, and trust he wouldn’t disappear. * “You got it.” He went into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water and then came back into the living room. He handed the water to Lydia and then sat down on the couch. He watched her for a moment. She seemed more nervous now than when she walked through the door. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He was curious about it all, but again, he wasn’t going to make her do something that she wasn’t ready to do. * Once the bottle was in her hand, she took a sip. Shaking her head a moment. “No, I want too. Just the last time I showed someone they kinda disappeared a few weeks later.” She replied with a shrug. The bottle was soon placed on the table a moment. “I had fallen asleep at home, a quick nap. That’s all it took for the dream to happen. I was attacked at some high school dance on the lacrosse field. When I woke up in my apartment, I was bleeding out where I was attacked at. I was able to facetime Stiles and he and his dad rushed me to the hospital.” The bottle of water was reached for instantly as she took another long sip. * Her nervousness made sense now. Especially if she thought he would ditch her after all of this. That wasn’t Mitch. He wouldn’t run away. “I’m not going to disappear,” he told her and then waited for her to share. And as she did, he listened. It sounded pretty fucked up. All she did was nap and woke up bleeding. Maybe Jaz had a right to worry about these fucking dreams. Especially when things like that could happen. “I’m sorry that happened to you. It sounds both fucked up and scary. I’m glad Stiles and his dad got you in time.” He knew how that could have ended. He had seen it plenty of times out in the field. “I’m going to take a wild guess here and say you have a scar from it?” It seemed logical. If the dream messed with her that much then wanting to hide the scar made perfect sense. * When he asked about the scar, she came to lean back on the couch. Her hand gripped at her shirt for the moment. Taking in a deep breath she pulled it up. On her right side would be three large scars, like an animal attack. * With the shirt lifted up, he saw the scars. The thing she had been hiding the last few times they were in bed together. “What exactly attacked you in your dreams?” He had to ask. It was obvious that whatever it was had claws. * “A werewolf.” She said lowering the shirt for the moment. “My dreams are about supernatural creatures. So it’s basically a horror movie every dream… Stiles, his dad, Scott, the Hale siblings we see on the net sometimes and a few others are in the dreams as well.” She sighed again, as she took the water once more. “That’s why I’ve been wearing a shirt or something when we’re in bed… I didn’t want you to see how hideous it looks.” * “A werewolf. Werewolves are real in your dreams. I’m glad that I don’t have your dreams.” At least she wasn’t alone in them if all of those people were in her dreams, which meant they were probably dreaming about the same freaky shit. “You don’t have to hide it. It doesn’t look as bad as you think it does.” And he has seen a whole lot worse than that scar she carried around with her. * When he said it didn’t look that bad she looked at him for the moment. He would know, since he was an EMT right? He’d seen worse than her scars. Still, the fact that he wasn’t giving her a face or anything had her relieved for the most part. “I’m glad I told you.” She said softly as she looked towards Mitch for the moment. It did easy some of her worries away. * There was no reason to give her a face or say not to mention it ever again or any kind of sort of thing. They were all getting these stupid dreams. Some people had it worse than others. Lydia just happened to be in the worst category. And he was still unsure how his dreams were going to go. “Me too,” he said offering her a small smile. “I’m not going anywhere because of this either.” She was still the same old Lydia to him and he had no reason to push her out of his life. “You can talk to me whenever about anything.” That’s what you did for people that you cared about. You listened and helped whenever possible. * Slowly she exhaled for the moment. As she came to shift where she was sitting, and move to mount him for the moment. Her hands draped over his shoulders for the moment as she smiled down. “Good… Now, no more talking.” Is all she said as she came to press her lips against his softly, while playing with his hair. * Oh! Well, he guessed they were done talking about this dream shit now. He looked up at her, hands on her hips. “If that’s what you want,” he said just before she kissed him. Hey, if she wanted to make out and not talk, he was all for it. Obviously, since he was kissing her back. |