LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 123
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen May 5, 2024 14:53:52 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Dec 29, 2020 13:49:01 GMT
| Tis the season… school was out for the winter holidays. Lydia always took the time to head back to Mystic Falls. Christmas after all was a time to spend with family. Her mother was all that she had and vice versa. After all the strange happenings in Beacon Hills, she liked to return home every once in a while, just to reassure her mother that she was alright and safe. She kept from her mother the worst of everything that happened, but she certainly wasn’t stupid.
That night however she intended to spend time with her boyfriend Stiles. Once upon a time she didn’t even know who he was… and now here they were. All she knew is that her mother was extremely happy because she definitely preferred Stiles to Jackson. Was fairly certain that Stiles wasn’t going to break her heart like he had.
Showing up at his house later on, they had dinner with his father and then thankfully he was going out to work for the night. Later on, while they both slept. She was curled up in his arms sleeping almost soundly. Gradually images started to flit through her mind like dreams, disturbing scenes but they were all blurred that she could make sense of them. That all too familiar whisper of a voice started, gradually getting louder so that she couldn’t ignore it.
When her eyes opened, they were completely glazed over, as though she was in a daze. Untangling herself not to gently from Stiles, not realising that with this she woke him. Reaching out to open the bedroom door she stepped outside onto the landing, the floorboards creaking under her feet. Stiles shouting, but his cries fell on deaf ears as Lydia continued down the stairs and out of the house not looking back to see who was following.
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 384
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 28, 2024 19:05:03 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Jan 12, 2021 16:22:11 GMT
It wasn’t often they got to do this. Even with an understanding RA in the dorm having a girl, even Lydia, who could debate her way into just about anything, stay over was a sticky business. They managed it of course, like just about every other couple or brief pairing at the school, but being home made it a thousand times easier to drag Lydia under the covers with him. Waking up in the morning with his face buried in her hair, an arm around her middle and the scent of her drowning him in the best way – it honestly didn’t get much better and 15 year old him would’ve been freaking the hell out just at the thought of it.
Stiles liked to think he’d grown just a little since then, managing to keep his cool as he’d slipped into bed to spoon behind her after a dinner with his dad, who probably wouldn’t be home until dawn. There was a cost to having moved clear across the country and no longer being sheriff. That was the night shifts on the rotation, the yawns that’d be cracking his dad’s jaw when he arrived back looking haggard in the morning. Night shifts in Mystic Falls worse than back in Beacon Hills, the things preying on the town here doing so with no regard for those cleaning up after their messes.
He knew he’d end up questioning his dad over breakfast, slowly working the details of what was going on out of him. They both knew it was his ritual when his home, his promises to his dad to stay out of things and concentrate on college lip service that he’d try to pay but there was no way he’d ever be able to just turn his back on it all and pretend he had no clue about anything. They were living it now and Stiles knew that he couldn’t just hold his hands up and back up because he was one of the only fragile human ones in the pack. He hadn’t been able to back in Mystic Falls, not before Scott had been bitten or the nogitsune had found that door ajar in his brain and turned him into a Stiles shaped hand puppet. The border where he should’ve stopped just didn’t exist.
His brain knew it too. Swirling through a heavy rotation of images that had him making sounds of protest in his sleep. He shifted on the mattress, brow furrowing as he turned his head to bury the side of his face in the pillow. Stiles grunted again as he felt Lydia stirring. He whimpered, tightening his hold on her until she slipped away from him. ”’s too early, come back to bed…” The words slurred out of him, trailed off til he had the bedroom door open and the floorboards outside creak. Planting his elbows on the mattress, Stiles levered himself up. Was she going to the bathroom?
No. Crap.
As he saw Lydia heading towards the stairs he started scrambling out from under the covers. Half spilling out onto the floor. It wasn’t the first time he’d been around Lydia when she’d slipped into one of her banshee fugue states but usually it wasn’t the middle of the night like this. ”Lydia! Hey! Lydia, you gotta wake up! Wait up!” Like she’d do that when those voices or whatever they were in her head had literally taken control of the wheel. Grabbing for his jeans, he kicked off his pyjamas and slipped into them, grabbing a flannel shirt, something of Lydia’s off of the floor before he jammed bare feet into sneakers and took off after her.
She was already downstairs, already out of the house and heading up the street. She hadn’t gotten in the car to drive at least but there wasn’t an ounce of relief in him as he took off after her, catching her just at the end of the street where the residential already started giving way to the woods that surrounded this whole damn town. Still clutching her clothes in one hand, he caught Lydia’s arm with the other, trying to turn back towards her. ”Lydia! Lyds … come on, wake up now … it’s easier to do this when you’ve got a damn clue I’m here. Come on. Lydia!” His voice whipped out, cracking sharp for a moment as he gave her a little shake. As he did there was a sound out amongst those woods, a low thud, a whisper of a voice maybe. Crap. ”What was that? Lydia … Lydia!” Not a shout now but a hiss, the shaking growing more violent as he tried to pull her out of this and ignore the movement he could see out there, the dark huddled shape barely outlined on the ground by the moonlight.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 123
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen May 5, 2024 14:53:52 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Jan 16, 2021 16:38:08 GMT
| For the most part Lydia was enjoying Christmas Vacation. Despite college being a very freeing place, they were still sticklers for no student comingling between the dorms. Lydia had been caught once by Stiles’ RA, and he had let her off the hook then. He might not have chose to do so again. They tried to be respectful of the rules. Though when they were at home, they had no such reservations. After spending the early evening with Stiles father, he eventually had to go off and work nights, which left Lydia and Stiles with the house to themselves.
They had fell into a peaceful sleep. Curled up against Stiles, her red hair spilling out across his pillows. The night had started peacefully but it didn’t end that way, she started at first to become restless as the voices in her head began to whisper. The whispers were incomprehensible to her, but the more she tried to ignore them the louder they became until they took over entirely. She hated entering these states, especially when she was alone. Moving herself out of Stiles arms, not exactly being gentle about it, not taking time for clothes nor shoes she simply descended the stairs and left the house. Stiles shouting from behind her didn’t register with her at all, and she carried on walking heading away from the house.
Unconsciously she was heading toward the woods, leaving the residential estate, and toward the vast woods which seemed to surround the town. Stiles shouts seemed to register on deaf ears but had no choice but to stop in her tracks as Stiles reached out to grab her arm. While she had physically stopped walking, her eyes were fixated. On the edge of the woods, it was what was calling her.
When Stiles hissed her named and continued shaking, she snapped out of the fugue state, but the voices that only she could hear were practically screaming, it was so loud. Her eyes registered that Stiles was there and she raised her hands to her head and gripped her head and closed her eyes willing the voices to quiet… not that it ever worked before, ” Stiles…” She whispered as she acknowledged the fact that she was now awake. Her eyes followed his to the edge of the forest, as she watched a dark figure barely outlined in the moonlight.
As the moonlight shifted ever so slightly and illuminated the ground better was when Lydia screamed. The figure on the ground was very recently deceased human. The figure that was moving was the vampire that had been feeding. The scream as usual was involuntary, but this is what she had been bought here for… regrettably the scream also bought the attention of the vampire toward them… Grasping Stiles hand, ” Run…” Lydia muttered as she turned to run back in the direction she had involuntarily walked from. She barely managed to break into a run before the vampire that had been shrouded in shadows now stood snarling before them, blood dripping from its fangs as it bore down on them.
As the vampire went for them another involuntary scream ripped from Lydia’s throat. It was born of a place of fear for her life, though with it came a pulse of sound waves from her mouth. Knocking the vampire off its feet, and sent him flying backwards as the waves collided with him and she remained stunned at what had just happened.
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 384
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 28, 2024 19:05:03 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Feb 8, 2021 19:33:34 GMT
He was usually the restless one in sleep. Dreams sending him tumbling in the sheets after they’d passed out with him curled around Lydia, the big spoon until he began to shift. It had always been bad, sleep not coming at all without his special pillow for years after his mom had died. That thing had been dragged to Scott’s with him every time he’d stayed over and was practically a comfort blanket when the nogitsune had started to take root in his head, leaving him sure his brain was rotting away in the same way his mom’s had. Until Lydia had stirred tonight he’d been near comatose though. Warm, safe, wrapped up with Lydia in a way he’d only dreamed of for like a decade.
Then she was gone. Slipping out of his hold and drawing some mumbled comment over him before he’d realised she wasn’t just heading for the bathroom. Shit.
Scrambling he’d dressed and rushed after her, calling out to her in a way that meant he might as well have been yelling at a brick wall. She didn’t hear him, probably couldn’t with what was inevitably going on in her head. He’d tried to bring this on last year, to get Lydia to use the other abilities he knew she likely had to protect herself. They needed something, especially for moments like this when Lydia was bare foot, completely vulnerable with her mind under the sway of whatever the hell those voices in her head actually were. ”Lydia!” His voice had snapped out again and with the hand not clutching clothes to stop her from freezing to death out here he made a grab for her, shaking hard. Something had to get through to her.
Lydia didn’t stop until she was on the edge of the woods though, until it felt like he was literally holding her back. Her eyes seemed to clear a little then, her hands coming up to clutch at her head in a way that had dread filling the pit of his stomach. ”I’m here, I’m here,” he breathed. His hand shook a little as he tired to push her clothes into her hands. It took a hell of a lot more when a glance in the direction of the woods proved that Lydia wasn’t gonna have to go too far to find whatever the hell the voices had led them here to find.
Jesus.
Vampire.
The word echoed through Stiles’ head a split second before Lydia’s scream ripped through the air and he clutched at his own head. Up close it was almost enough to shatter his very human eardrums. Stiles hollered, bent at the waist. His eyes watered, his ears rang but he didn’t need either sense to be clear to see the vampire speed towards them. ”Vampire,” he groaned, letting her clothes fall to the ground as he felt Lydia snatch his hand and begin to run, It was easier on him, he’d taken a moment to grab his shoes at least but it wasn’t enough.
Stiles skidded to a halt, yanking on Lydia’s hand to pull her back towards him. Before he could what he’d tried to wring out of Lydia before tore out of her now like a damn hurricane. Half deafened again, Stiles stood there, one hand clutched in Lydia’s as his mouth fell open. As soon as the thing was thrown, he was tugging at her hand again, bolting past the thing, heading for his mouth. ”You OK? It didn’t get to touch you did it?” Tearing towards the house, Stiles flew into the hallway, tugging Lydia with him. ”Did it get you?” He was turning her arm over, looking for some sign that the thing had even gotten a hand on her before she’d taken it down. ”God, that was beautiful, not you know … beautiful but … damn …” A breathless laugh rolled out of him as he settled the other hand on her cheek. All that time they’d spent trying to make it happen and in the end Lydia had tossed the vampire like it weighed nothing and it was coming right back. Stiles’ mouth fell open as he saw movement outside the house again. Did those things ever stay down?
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 123
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen May 5, 2024 14:53:52 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Feb 19, 2021 19:37:35 GMT
| It was quite frightening when you remember something. Falling asleep in your bed for instance, wrapped up content in your boyfriend’s arms. The next you wake up and you’re in the street, being shaken back to reality by that very boyfriend with no recollection as to how you actually got there. When she woke Stiles was next to her trying to get her to wake up.
She woke up prematurely from her fugue state, the voice so loud in her head they were practically screaming. She muttered his name so he would know she was awake as she curled her hands around her head gripping it tightly, willing the voices to stop. They weren’t stopping until something caught her attention by the woods. Stepping closer only slightly the moonlight shifted as she caught sight of what she was here to find. A scream ripped from her then. The voices quieted with her scream as Stiles covered his own ears.
Usually, the bodies she was sent to find weren’t quite so recent. So much so the killer was still around… that registered with them both as she grabbed Stiles hand forcing him to drop the clothes he was carrying, telling him to run. Neither of them could take this creature on. They barely managed to take a step toward running before the vampire sped to them blocking their path.
Stiles came to a complete halt as he pulled her backwards toward him as she came to a stop herself. She stepped backwards as fear rose within her thinking they were about to die. When the vampire went for them both Lydia screamed again, this time not to silence the shouting whispers in her head. This time a shock wave of sound emitted from her tossing the vampire backward. She was stunned and unmoving and only moved as Stiles pulled at her again heading back to the house. The house wasn’t far thankfully, but in that small stretch she stepped on glass with her bare feet.
Amazingly they made it back in the house, and he was looking her over making sure she wasn’t hurt. She however was still reeling from it all. She blinked a few times when his voiced started to register and she nodded, ” No I’m ok. It didn’t touch me. Are you ok? Lydia asked him as she was visibly shaken. She looked through the window in the door and seen movement outside the house. The vampire stalking their street outside the house, looking for his next meal. She was now comforted by the fact that vampires had to be invited inside, ” We should probably call Allison or Mr Argent…” Lydia suggested… this vampire had just killed someone. Needed to be taken care of.
She turned back to face Stiles calming down knowing they were safe inside the house. Stiles though began to get excited over what just happened. She was struggling to hop on the excitement train, ” I love how you can get excited about this. We just had to literally run for our lives, and you are excited…” Lydia managed a smile, ” I’m still reeling and tired and- ouch!” Lydia started and then exclaimed at the end as she started to walk realising then that her feet were cut from the run, and only noticing the pain now that the situation had calmed down.
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 384
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 28, 2024 19:05:03 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Mar 22, 2021 16:08:02 GMT
By now he should’ve been better at this part … running from the monsters.
The instant the vampire had started towards them Lydia had snatched at his hand. Sending the clothes he’d grabbed for her fluttering to the ground like starters flags. They were running before they’d even hit. His grip on Lydia’s hand tightening, dragging her with him as his longer legs started to carry them back. Then the thing was there. Stiles balked. Mouth open, eyes going wide as the adrenalin that slapped instantly into his system kicked his pulse up into something that had his heart feeling like it was about to tear itself free of his chest … without any help from the vampire that had blurred in front of them. Without thinking about it he’d pulled Lydia back behind him. Like out of the two of them he had the best chance of knocking this thing on its ass. Everything he could use against it was back in the house, left behind as he’d chased Lydia out the door.
Oh, it was beautiful. A single scream as it went for them that threw it back. His ears rang, that need to drop to his knees there again but not listened to. Stiles forced them to straighten, tugging at Lydia as he bolted towards the house instead. Thankfully the door had remained open, their path into it fast enough to get them out of the way before that thing was back on its damn feet again. In the hallway he dragged her to a stop, a hand on her cheek as he went to check her over. The thing hadn’t gotten too close but it had been enough. If it had bitten her … That panic wedged his heart into his throat, his thumb tracing over her cheekbone as he checked her skin over. Nothing. Thank God.
Brown eyes rose to meet her green ones, relief filling them for just a moment. Stiles swallowed hard at Lydia’s reassurance. She hadn’t been touched by the damn thing. Thank God for small mercies. His mouth fell open slightly as she turned the question back on him. He glanced down, brows drawing together as he saw the small spots of blood on the floor. ”It didn’t get me either,” he promised. ”You went all bad ass on it before it had a chance to get anywhere near. That was … yeah … yeah … you think they’ll get over here before it gets tired and bolts?” His hand was dropping away from her cheek, fumbling into his pocket for his phone. It seemed like the Argents had adjusted their mantra after everything that had happened in Mystic Falls, but they were still hunting, still protecting people and while Lydia could definitely defend herself right now, this wasn’t the sort of fight he was going to drag her into.
As the fear began to bleed away the adrenalin nudged in another direction. His crowing bubbled out, his description of what had happened pretty accurate, at least in his head. The sound of his laughter filled the hallway, trailing off to a grin as he tilted his head. ”That … that I’m not so excited about,” he admitted, flailing at the door he’d slammed behind them on the way in, ”but you, what you did. Honestly. It couldn’t have been any more bad ass. Did you see the way that thing flew?” The excited babble broke off as the ouch slipped out of her mouth. He was grabbed her hands again, stopping her, staring down at the floor again. ”You said he didn’t get you … you’re bleeding. Lydia, you’re bleeding all over the floor.” At that he was jamming his phone back into his pocket, scooping Lydia up in his arms. He walked into the living room, carefully setting her down on the couch. ”What happened?” Stiles dropped to his knees in front of her, his fingers gentle as he began to lift her foot. Glass and blood, the glitter of the two together instantly making him go pale. He was not gonna faint.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 123
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen May 5, 2024 14:53:52 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Apr 23, 2021 14:47:35 GMT
| Sometimes when Lydia woke in an area different to where she fell asleep, usually fear was the first thing she felt. This time she felt nothing but confusion as she was forced from her fugue state. Seeing Stiles concerned face, his hands shaking her and forcing her to wake up. When she was forced from her fugue state the whispers in her head was still so loud that her head began to pound as though she had a killer headache. Screaming, the banshee scream escaped from her as soon as she witnessed a supernatural death. The incessant whispers quieting as she took in the scene before her.
The vampire that was still feeding had been none the wiser, until her scream. Then its hungry gaze set sights on her and Stiles. Fear gripped her as she turned and ran, as quick as she could with bare feet. They barely turned around to make a break for it when the vampire was suddenly there in front of them. Snarling, blood dripping from his fangs as he lunged for them both. Involuntarily a scream let rip from her again and this time pulsed a wave of energy, knocking the vampire back managing to disorient him for a few minutes, allowing for their getaway.
Stiles recovered first as Lydia was initially too shocked to move. They crossed the threshold into the house in time. The safety knowing the vampire couldn’t get inside without being invited in. Neither of them would be doing that any time soon. He asked if she was ok, and she assured him that she was fine. She asked if he was alright and was relived that neither of them had gotten hurt. Suggesting they call Allison to come and deal with it. Another vampire dropping bodies around town… wasn’t a good sign, ” They should be able to track it down…” Lydia murmured when he said about it getting bored before they got here. At least she hoped that they would, else she wouldn’t be leaving this house… just in case this vampire was like many others and had one of those daylight rings.
Once they were established, they were well and relatively unharmed, he started getting excited about what happened. She realized that this is what Stiles had been trying to get her to do that day in the woods… as she said she needed a spike of fear and getting her life drained by a vampire certainly provided it. Lydia managed a small smile and shook her head, ” I was too surprised by what had happened.” Lydia spoke while turning to head further into the house. She took one step and pain shot from her foot up her leg.
Stiles reacted immediately as he lifted her up and carried her over to the couch. She winced a little as he lifted her foot, and she caught the look on his face as he asked what happened. Trying hard not to balk at her bleeding feet, ” Running in bare feet. I’m fine the vampire didn’t do anything. Fugue states don’t allow for shoes…” She explained. She had never had to run for her life after coming out of a fugue state, usually the culprit of the murders are long gone before she got there to mark the death with a scream, ” Are you alright… You look as though you’re going to faint…” Lydia asked him as he looked deathly white.
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 384
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 28, 2024 19:05:03 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Jul 4, 2021 16:32:03 GMT
A closed door wouldn’t have done anything against the werewolves that had plagued them back in Beacon Hills. Them and every other damn thing they’d gone up against there was capable of just about tearing the house down around them to get at them if they really wanted to. Claws, power to send a thousand birds crashing through the window, demon ninjas, insidious and powerful as hell except for when it came to mountain ash. They’d lined the houses with it where they could but in this case they didn’t even need that. Stiles came to a stop in the hallway, holding himself back from freaking dancing and celebrating the fact that there was no way this thing could get it. It’d antagonise it though, keeping tensions high before the Argents and the others managed to get here to deal with whoever had been feeding on someone out in the woods.
Brown eyes ticked up, glancing at the door with regret for a moment. Stiles’ throat worked as he looked back to Lydia. She’d screamed, it meant whoever it had been was dead before they’d even got to them. No amount of haste was gonna get the others there in time to change that now. The only person he could take care of was Lydia.
He huffed out a breath as he’d reassured her he was OK. The blood on the floor meant she probably wasn’t but Lydia was distracting him from it, answering the question that’d spilled out of his mouth in a rush as he’d dug into his pocket for his phone. ”The Argents should at least. I dunno how strong those things are gonna smell to Scott and the others.” Maybe that was a question to toss at Stefan later. An experiment to run that was gonna help keep all of them safe in this town. That was a tall order in a place that rivalled Beacon Hills for constant supernatural trouble.
Weak and human and a banshee without any clue how to tap in to the offensive abilities she was meant to have. They were meant to be screwed in a fight. Lydia had been anything but.
Stiles shot her a grin, pride radiating out of it. He cursed as Lydia did though, hands reaching for her as it struck him what the blood out there had been. There was no time to stand around and get dressed when the fugue state hit. You lost all self-control, going on autopilot and marching right out into the street, barefoot in the dark. Worry spiked through him as he carried her over to the couch, leaving him feeling a little queasy as he set her down and sank down onto his knees in front of her. ”You’re splitting hairs,” he accused, letting out a faint groan as he looked at the bottom of her foot. ”You got hurt out there and this is … I start going down, slap me?” His aversion for blood and other things hadn’t faded with exposure, he sure as hell hadn’t grown a stomach.
He should’ve taken shoes with him for her … even though there hadn’t even been any time to get her into anything other than what she’d been wearing to bed and all of that was out on the street now. Stiles pressed his lips together, unsure if he could get words out. He started tugging his t-shirt over his head instead, hissing out a breath as he spread it over the rug in front of him. ”I need to get the first aid kit, you cut yourself up pretty good. Ain’t it hurting?” Even if it was adrenalin had probably kicked in enough that Lydia hadn’t been feeling it much. It was usually only later when the agony kicked in and you were ready to just flop in one miserable little ball on the floor, weeping like a baby … OK, maybe that was only him. Stiles rushed to the kitchen, dropped to his knees in front of the sink and dug around in the cupboard until he had the kit in hand. ”This is probably gonna sting …” he warned, settling back with the little bottle of saline in hand to wash her foot clean of blood and dirt at least. All the better to see the damage that was probably gonna have him doing something real unmanly.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 123
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen May 5, 2024 14:53:52 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Nov 2, 2021 12:44:07 GMT
| Usually when Lydia was called to the dead bodies, they weren’t quite so recent. She didn’t know what they hoped to accomplish by guiding her to that vampire, attacking that girl. There was nothing that she could do. Escaping from it had been a close call, and here they now were hiding behind the magical barrier that vampires couldn’t cross without an invitation.
Safe behind the door Lydia started to catch her breath and Lydia found herself saying that they should call Allison or Chris… So, they could come out and deal with it. Before it killed someone else. Stiles was already reaching into his pocket for his phone, hopefully shooting the Argents a quick message.
Sighing out a breath of relief, allowing herself to relax realising that they were safe. At least for tonight. Stiles however was beaming with delight. At just how they had managed to get out of that sticky situation. She wasn’t sure if she would ever actually be able to consciously pull that off again. Attempting to walk back to the couch had her groaning in pain, her feet sparking in pain. Stiles lifted her up and moved her over to the couch.
She smiled a little when he accused her of splitting hairs, and he looked at her foot and was nearly sick, ” You don’t have to do this. I can go to the hospital.” Lydia told him as she could see that he was fainting already, ” I’d rather you take me to the hospital in your death trap of a car than puke on my bare feet.” Lydia commented.
Keeping her feet up off the floor as he went to go get the first aid kit. Deciding that he was going to try and clean and bandage her feet, ” I’ve had worse.” Lydia commented when he asked if it hurt. Lydia had gone through so much worse than a few cuts on her feet. She wasn’t going to die from this and so just from that she was counting her blessings as it could have been so much worse.
Waiting on the couch until Stiles came back with the first aid kit. Crouching next to her feet she took in a deep breath, ” Its ok.” Lydia confirmed just nodding for him to do it. Taking a deep breath as she leaned back against the sofa. She took in a sharp hiss of breath when the saline seeped into the open cuts, her feet flinching away from the saline as a knee jerk reaction to get away from the pain and probably narrowly avoiding Stiles’s face in the process.
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 384
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 28, 2024 19:05:03 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Nov 5, 2021 22:16:38 GMT
Maybe he was getting better at this – the being able to look at the blood pouring from the people he loved – or even hated – and not seeing his vision start going dark at the edges. That probably wasn’t a good sign, they’d been hurt so badly, so much. Too much. Exposure to it had toughened him on the surface to a point but Stiles still felt that rush of bile up the back of his throat, the burn that warned of the nausea that could rapidly turn into something messy. Teeth gritted he carefully lifted Lydia’s foot to study the damage. No instant swoon at the cuts, his fingers gentle as they held her. Maybe if the FBI thing didn’t work out he could head to med school instead. There’d always be plenty of work patching them all up, Scott’s mom’s little trainee.
Stiles spread his t-shirt out carefully, another item of clothing to be tossed out after if he couldn’t was the blood out but worth the sacrifice and definitely easier than getting it out of the carpet. He tilted his head, lips curling at Lydia. It was easier to smile when he wasn’t looking at the open wounds and that little glint of something still caught in all that blood and torn skin. ”I’m not gonna throw up,” he promised, trying for outraged and failing miserably. At least he managed a half smile. ”I’ll just dry heave a little.” Not as far from the truth as it should’ve been. ”Honestly, I can do this. If it’s more than I can handle, I’ll get to Roscoe, back right up to the door if I have to.” If the thing was still out there.
Dark eyes skittered from window to window as he rose, looking for some sign that the thing that had triggered Lydia’s banshee activities had decided to hang around instead of blurring out of here like a wise crazed supernatural killer. ”I’ll grab some Tylenol anyway. I’m not gonna be able to numb them up to clean them up.” And that, Stiles knew from bitter experience, hurt like a bitch.
He bent before he skittered off, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Just to hold her for now. A trot to the kitchen, a rummage beneath the sink for the first aid kit. Heavy enough to bode well. He tried to make sure he replaced whatever he needed after one of these messes. Before long he was back, sinking down on his knees and lifting Lydia’s feet into his lap. ”It’s gonna be,” he promised, slanting her a grin. Careful as he could Stiles started to sluice the saline over her feet. The reaction was instantaneous, Lydia flinching away from him, her toes missing his chin by an inch. ”Woah. You want something to bite down on while I do this?” If he’d had a spare hand he would’ve offered it up to her to squeeze. As it was he settled her feet back, keeping one hand gently settled over her ankles as he worked.
By the time he was done he was pretty sure he was as pale and sweaty as Lydia, more perhaps. He felt wrung out, the sight of the blood on the t-shirt and the slivers of glass glittering amongst it all had him swallowing hard. ”That’s it,” he rasped, folding the whole mess up before he checked the band aids on Lydia’s feet one more time. ”How are you doing?” Better, definitely better than him he thought. He gave one of her legs a light squeeze and began pushing his way up, swiping the back of his hand over his mouth. ”We should head back up to bed, see if we can grab a couple more hours before my dad gets home.” And freaked out if he caught sight of the bloody footprints outside.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
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Age:
Twenty Three
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Teaching Assistant
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In a Relationship
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Stiles Stilinski
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Lissa
Last seen May 5, 2024 14:53:52 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Dec 10, 2021 18:07:08 GMT
| After seeing the look on his face, she said that she would much rather wait and go to the E.R if he was going to throw up. She smiled finding it oddly sweet his aversion to blood. After all they had seen, and he still balked at blood. She chuckled a little when he tried to sound outraged at her comment of him throwing up, ” This is strangely sweet. After all we have seen and your still dry heave at a few cuts and a little bit of blood.” Lydia commented reaching forward and touching his cheek, ” Poor baby.” She teased relentlessly.
Stiles went to get whatever he needed, leaving a quick kiss on her forehead before he went. He wasn’t gone long, and she was left wondering silently what happened. It seemed everyday she discovered something new that she could do. First it was fugue states and finding corpses, now she was blasting people away with her scream that was used to mark death. She was left wondering what else she could do, what she would become if she got any stronger.
Stiles returned moments later lifting her feet back into his lap. She nodded to him saying it was ok. Bracing herself she didn’t expect, and the flinch was just a result from the immediate sting, ” I’m sorry.” Lydia said quickly when she thought her foot had clocked him one in the chin, ” I didn’t get you did I?”
Grateful that she didn’t kick him in the face she looked around for something to hold. Reaching for a cushion she placed it on her stomach and wrapped her arms around it and nodded for him to continue. Forcing herself to keep her foot in place as she gripped and made a few wincing sounds here and there but kept her feet rigidly in place. Halfway through swapping feet and going through the same pain over again. She was exhausted from all the wincing and her feet stung but she knew it was a healing pain and they would feel better in the morning.
She shifted slightly on the couch and smiled when he gave her leg a light squeeze, ” No foot rubs for a while huh?” She mused sadly but a light chuckle in her voice. Moving the cushion to one side which she had squashed to within an inch of its life, ” A few more hours sounds glorious…” Lydia commented her eyes closing where she was just at the thought of going to bed, ” Or we could just curl up here.” Lydia offered an alternative.
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 384
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 28, 2024 19:05:03 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Jan 5, 2022 18:26:28 GMT
His aversion to blood might’ve been sweet but it was still kinda embarrassing too, even if it earned him that steadying brush of Lydia’s fingers against his cheek before he’d rushed off to get the first aid kit. Maybe he should’ve been proud rather than bashful. After all that had happened he could’ve ended up anything, anybody – had done while the nogitsune had been in charge – but he’d held on to it all and that was an achievement all of its own. Stiles, the one standing like a statue in the middle of this while the world tumbled and rushed past around him. It was only when he slept or his grip got super lose that he started to feel like maybe that rush of crazy would push him right over and drown him.
Stiles swallowed that thought back when he got back, gathering Lydia’s feet into his lap to start taking care of them. Carefully – failing miserably. He flinched back as the first drip of water had Lydia kicking out. Staying leaning back, Stiles laughed breathlessly. He was wary as he gathered her foot back. ”That was close. I guess you coulda karate kicked the vamp too huh?” Still, his fingers were gentler this time, squeezing her ankles lightly as she tried to find something to hold onto. Not the bullet he’d offered her to bite down on but good enough as long as Lydia didn’t shred the cushion.
Slow and careful had never really been him but Stiles managed it now, stopping when Lydia winced particularly hard. He eased each piece of glass out as carefully as he could, murmuring apologies for each one. He covered each wound in a band aid, wondering how the hell she was gonna handle walking around on them for a couple of days. Baby that he was, he would’ve stayed put on the couch, feet up, milking the care for all he could get but Lydia had proved time and time again in the last couple of years that she was a bad ass. By tomorrow she’d probably be storming into school with the three inch ice pick heels back on.
Eventually he was done, shakier than Lydia was as the t-shirt was folded up and put well out of the way. One corner of Stiles’ lips hitched, a grin finally working its way back out of that pale mask his face had become. ”Guess we’ll have to swap them out for back rubs instead,” he promised with a wink. Stiles tied the sleeves of his t-shirt around the glass to make sure none could shake lose and set it in the middle of the coffee table. He’d clean up the rest in the morning, when the sun was up and he didn’t feel like he was ready to face plant right on the stairs.
One brow rose as Stiles held his hand out to ease Lydia up – into his arms of course, he wasn’t about to make her walk up the stairs. They furrowed then, the smile back fully. ”Now, that’s why they call you the start one,” he told her. ”Scoot over. Should be enough room for the two of us.” Carefully – and that was a lot to ask given who was doing it – Stiles eased himself down against the back of the couch. The fabric was rough against his bare shoulders but he only squirmed a little as he tugged the throw cushions to one end for pillows. ”Fingers crossed the rest of the night’s peaceful. You scared me,” he admitted hoarsely. With Lydia settled against him though, he could let that fear wash away with the tender kiss he gave her. His arm sliding carefully around her as he then pressed his lips to her forehead. ”G’night.” Stiles dropped his voice to a whisper, reaching out with his other hand to flip off the lamp and drop them into near darkness again. Safe in the house, patched up now and a hell of a lot less antsy than he’d been a half hour before.
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