LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 123
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 7:18:04 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Feb 18, 2023 21:05:07 GMT
❝ I Don't Have Claws...
I Just Have Voices In My Head❞
Lydia sat in a calculus class in her old high school. Since getting her own apartment not having a job was no longer an option. She as her friends had frequently called her in the past, was a genius. Math had always been her strong point. So this was typically the class that she usually assisted in. Students knew it too, she would help those who were stuck, offer sometimes an easier solution that differed to how the teacher was teaching, that they might understand a little more.
Today however she sat at the back of the class, marking some pop quizzes from this morning. She had just finished marking the last test with a failing grade, realizing it was well past home time. Catching the teachers eye she patted gently the stack of papers. Teachers imperceptible nod was her only note of thanks as to not disturb the class he was currently teaching. Waving him goodbye, she slipped from the classroom as quietly as she could.
It was on her way out that her phone buzzed in her bag. Reaching in and pulling it out she smiled at the text from Stiles. Wondering where she was. Fingers typing quickly across the touch screen, green eyes flicking up on occasion to watch where she was walking. Her heels clicking against the hard plastic vinyl flooring. Once she reached the main doors, which led out into the car park, was when she seen her boyfriend, waiting for her.
Smiling again she walked over to him, ”What are you doing here?” She asked him, but she was pleasantly surprised none the less. She reached for him; the moment fingers brushed the skin of his arms she was slammed with a feeling of dread. Creeping over her skin, nearly knocking the wind out of her. She recovered quickly but that feeling didn’t abate, ” Such a nice surprise…” She smiled trailing off, leaning up to kiss him. Covering the true feeling which had flashed within her only moments ago, a feeling that she was trying to ignore, but it wouldn’t go away.
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Jul 21, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Feb 25, 2023 20:01:40 GMT
Stiles thumped his hand on his dad’s back as he started to pull away. It hadn’t got any easier since he’d gone from the dorms to living off campus with Lydia, leaving his dad in town on his own, rattling around in that big empty house. ”Eat the groceries I dropped off at the house, alright? No heading to the Grill after work. I’ll know if you do.” Stiles flicked two fingers from his own eyes towards his dad, narrowing them to whiskey coloured slits as his dad laughed and went to wave him off as he headed for the station. ”I mean it!” His dad’s chuckle continued until it was cut off by the station door slapping shut behind him. His dad’s cholesterol had been a longstanding battle between them. Left to his own devices it was probably closer to an all out war these days.
It was better to worry about the small things right? Not about the way the Dread Doctors were still snatching people up. Or the way the hit list had seemed to just start winking out of existence. Things like that didn’t just disappear, especially when whoever had come up with it was still out there, maybe planning their next move.
He shuddered as he started Roscoe up and headed for the high school. This was probably like saying the devil’s name, you even thought this stuff and it popped up Peter Hale style. They had midterms coming up, plans to start making for the summer that’d rush right up afterwards. He shouldn’t split his attention.
Focus Stiles. Always easier said than done.
Glancing down at the clock, Stiles managed a half smile. He couldn’t guarantee it was right, not with the way the numbers flickered in and out, but if he was even close, then Lydia would just be wrapping at the high school. Pulling up at the lights he thumbed a text to Lydia. If she was there he’d swing by, get her, maybe they could head home together. And alright, maybe he’d bring up the senior who’d apparently gone missing from campus last night. Another distraction they didn’t need, but if this was the Docs ramping up again, he kinda wanted to know about it.
His phone buzzed, a confirmation that she was just leaving the high school seconds before he pulled into the lot. When she emerged he had the window buzzed down. He slipped out, grinning as he drew her in. ”A guy can’t pick up his girlfriend without it being suspicious?” Probably not when they hadn’t planned it ahead of time. ”I was at the station, checking up on my dad. There you go,” he told her with a grin. ”See the positive in it. You done for the … You okay, you looked a little …” Shaky. Although Lydia was already leaning back into him, that smile covering what he thought he’d seen only moments before. He sank into the kiss, although he was frowning, his hands running up and down Lydia’s arms like he was trying to work some warmth into her – probably not a bad idea since Roscoe’s heater was still as unreliable as the jeep’s clock.
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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 Nov 18, 2024 7:18:04 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Mar 18, 2023 12:12:27 GMT
❝ I Don't Have Claws...
I Just Have Voices In My Head❞
Sitting in the back of a class while the teacher droned on to the high school students. The only difference was that she didn’t have to listen. Instead, she was back at this school but as a teacher’s assistant. For right now she was marking the pop quizzes from a few days ago. Paper after paper, the scrawl of red pen over the answers. Sorting the papers by grade as she went along, only a few got A’s… Recognising a few names as she went, of those scoring straight A's across the board.
With the pile of papers finished, she stacked them back up neatly, and began to pack up and head home. She caught the teachers eye as she left giving a small wave, which he returned with a nod while he continued addressing the class. A few students turned as they heard movement at the door and then turned their attention back to the teacher.
Strolling through the familiar corridors, she pulled out her phone as it buzzed with a text from Stiles. With a small smile she responded quickly, her fingers flying over the touch screen keypad. Slipping the phone back into her bag, she pushed open the main doors and found Stiles, in Roscoe, waiting for her in the car park.
She smiled at the surprise, happy to not be walking home. Or paying for a taxi. She laughed a little, ” I’m not saying it was suspicious… Might start asking for lifts more often.” Lydia told him quickly. She reached for him but the moment she did a feeling of inexplicable dread filled her. She shook it off quickly. Replacing it with a smile. Stiles however knew her well. He would have seen it. She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and nodded, ” Yeah. I’m ok. It’s just been a long day, just probably tired.” Lydia responded, a little white lie, but she didn’t want him to worry.
Leaning in she kissed him, slowly. Once needing to breathe she looked at him and he was frowning. His hands warming her arms and she raised a hand to his cheek, ” Everything is ok… Now. Turn the frown upside down.” Lydia spoke her voice singing the last part, ” Lets go home.” She asked him, her green eyes looking into his, trying to convey that everything was fine.
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Jul 21, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Apr 4, 2023 19:01:20 GMT
Leaving Beacon Hills might’ve been the turning point for more things in their lives than any of them would want to admit, but the seeds of this had been planted long before they’d chased Allison across the country. The hopes of a third grader tossed to the wind, finally finding the ears of whoever it was up there stirring all of this up. It wasn’t like he’d really been a believer before, too many horrific things had happened for him to be able to put faith in someone benevolent, or at least not entirely malevolent. When you had literal demons, and angels (although he hadn’t got up close and personal with one yet), running around, it was a little difficult not to put some faith into the idea that there had to have been someone yanking their strings at some point. And, Stiles thought, with a little added silent thanks rattling around in the recesses of all this philosophising, he’d been pretty damned blessed when Lydia Martin had finally realised that he existed.
Roscoe might’ve started clanking again when he got the jeep going above forty (a miracle in itself), and there might not’ve been money to sweep Lydia up for dinner somewhere fancy – not with the rent due out of his bank account on Friday – but this was good. That smile had the ability to smooth the edges off of the homesickness that still struck from time to time, as though he was a thousand miles away from his dad and not just a short drive. It hit in his gut and Stiles’ grin grew to full beam as Lydia laughed at his question – hey, it’d been totally valid.
He drew he close as she reached for him, warming her arms (maybe the heater would kick in when he started Roscoe up again, maybe not). Stiles brows rose, a quick glance tossed back over his shoulder at the jeep. ”You wanna risk riding in Roscoe more often? I could arrange it…” And Lydia would probably high tail it away at the idea. The jeep had never exactly been a lure for her. He was surprised every time she got into it without shuddering from the horror of it. She’d shuddered from something else as she’d pressed herself close though. Stiles’ brows were drawing together, concern finally erasing the smile. ”High schoolers’ll do that to you. I don’t know how you’re handling being back in there. Ugh.” The mock shudder ran through him, a cover for that little tremor of worry that was working its way through him internally.
Stiles’ brushed Lydia’s hair back from her face as she drew out of the kiss that’d obviously been meant to distract him. Usually he’d have been just that, caught up in the taste of her lip gloss, or the way the red-gold strands curled around his fingers – freaking rapture, right there – not today. His eyes fixed on hers as his hands lingered on her biceps. ”That’s not gonna work you know,” he warned her. There was a ghost of a smile working back over his lips though, held there by sheer will. He pushed a little harder with it, showing he trusted the lie by stepping back to tug open the passenger side door for her. ”Since you’re exhausted, maybe I put together dinner while you put your feet up. How does directing it all from the couch sound? I can throw together some noodles a la Stilinski. True gourmet, I promise you.” He nodded sagely, pecking a last kiss on her cheek before he trotted around the jeep. As gourmet as it got when you tossed a little left over chicken into some packaged noodles.
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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 Nov 18, 2024 7:18:04 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Apr 7, 2023 15:36:57 GMT
❝ I Don't Have Claws...
I Just Have Voices In My Head❞
Lydia was surprised by seeing Stiles outside waiting for her. It was a darn site better than getting a taxi, or the bus or being forced to walk. If Stiles didn’t love the death trap that he called a jeep, they might have perhaps kept her car instead. But they couldn’t afford to run two cars and an apartment, so something had to go. It had to be hers as there wasn’t a mechanic in the world that would give them money for Roscoe, even if it was as scrap metal.
Lydia smiled up at him, ” Not for the car. Merely for the chauffer that drives it…” Lydia shot back, teasing him. Once she had touched him her hands touching his arms, a feeling of dread that had shot through her. She barely managed to keep it from her face, shivering ever so slightly and he was asking her a minute later if she was ok. She nodded quickly, too quickly, ensuring him that she was fine. Playing it off that she was tired after a day of college and then this afternoon at the high school.
Lydia smiled at him as he shuddered at the thought of going back to high school. She laughed, ” You know for me it wasn’t that bad.” Lydia answered. They both knew why, her genius level intellect, the teachers practically leaping at her with an offer of a teacher’s assistant. It was something she was good at, needed little training for. Plus, she was still at the age where she could hold her own against the teens which believed they ruled the world. She might not have been thar girl for many years, even when she was at high school. Ever since she realized what was truly important in the world. But she could still play the queen bee when she needed to.
Leaning in and kissing him until she was nearly breathless. She smiled when he told her that it wasn’t going to work. Innocent she smiled back, ” I don’t know what you mean…” She smiled at his warning. She was alright. She didn’t know where that feeling had come from. She was going to pay it no mind. His smile even forced was kept in place as he opened the door to the passengers’ side of the car. She took a step toward the car as he offered to cook dinner, ” After the dinner you put on for valentines, how could I refuse that.” Lyida agreed.
With the last kiss on her cheek, he left her at the passengers’ side running around to the other side. She got into the jeep, carefully closing the door in case it might fall off. Slipping on her seatbelt and she turned slightly in her seat to face him.
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Jul 21, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Apr 19, 2023 19:16:41 GMT
By now he was used to the jabs about Roscoe – nobody was ever gonna look at the Jeep and see it the same way he did – but still, Stiles felt like he had to put on a good show and clutched at his chest like an old lady clutching at her pearls in outrage. ”You’d take me without Roscoe? That’s like the moon without the stars, PB without J, Tom without Jerry…” Only none of those things were quite as unreliable as the Jeep. He clucked his tongue, shaking his head. ”And I honestly thought you were only using me for my body.” At any other time the joke honestly would’ve been funny, but he still had that feeling that something was wrong here, the sort of wrong that would’ve had them all on edge if the others were here. They’d dealt with it enough to know what those shivers meant.
The frown cut deeper as Lydia nodded – trying to reassure him that she was alright, but doing just the opposite. She was worrying and she knew it well enough to be forcing those smiles and nodding at his questions. The lies had almost been plausible. Almost. ”Classes weren’t that bad for you, but you were the smartest person in every one of them. Most of those kids aren’t that smart – I wasn’t that smart.” He’d been medicated, firing on a dozen jets at once, feeling like a human pinball half the time. Moving here and graduating had been a relief in some ways. At least in college you had some choice about what classes to take and a little more room to let your brain run wild with what assignments they threw at you. Even that was gonna be over and done with soon, and then it’d be that big leap into a job that wasn’t just crammed around his class schedule.
If Lydia had been hoping that the kiss would derail his brain, she’d been wrong. He drew out of it with just as much worry burning in his chest – even if it was being covered with a smile for the moment. Stiles narrowed his eyes at her, squeezing her biceps lightly. ”Liar,” he said softly. ”We’ll put this off til later. Just for a while though.” Maybe just until the school was in the rear view and Lydia had put enough distance between herself and whatever had her rattled. He dangled an evening of peace and quiet, and zero work on her part in front of Lydia’s nose as they headed for the jeep. Another technique to get the stress melting away. ”I knew I shouldn’t have set the bar so high,” he grumbled, squirming on the spot before he grinned and headed for the driver’s side. It’d been Valentine’s day, a reason to go above and beyond, but it wasn’t a huge burden to pull off the same trick again if it took a little pressure off of Lydia’s shoulders.
He got in on the passenger side, buckling up immediately – there was no taking chances in a car that probably wouldn’t survive most accidents in one piece. Stiles settled his hand on Lydia’s thigh, squeezed gently before he started Roscoe and pulled out of the parking lot. In half an hour or so they’d be back at the apartment, the world shut out for the rest of the night. ”I was serious about dropping you at work tomorrow if you need it,” he said lightly after he got them onto the twisting road that led through the woods. With the sun still high above the tree line, it was a little less stressful driving it, in the dark it was … Stiles suppressed a shudder himself, his brows drawing together faintly as he took his eyes off the road and glanced through the trees. This time of the month it was quiet out there, but come the full moon …
There was a flash of movement in the trees. Fast, low to the ground. Nope. It was the wrong time of the month. It’d been an animal. Nothing more, there was no reason to worry. ”Did you see that? There was something out there…” he muttered, shifting uneasily in his seat. Stiles craned forward, trying to get another look at the thing and ended up throwing the Jeep into a sharp swerve as the thing bolted across the road in front of the car. There was a bang, a yelp – was that it, was it him? – and then the world was spinning.
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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 Nov 18, 2024 7:18:04 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Jul 15, 2023 15:17:33 GMT
❝ I Don't Have Claws...
I Just Have Voices In My Head❞
Lydia laughed at his feign of outrage at her jabs about Roscoe. The only thing that Lydia would say about the car was that it was remarkably resilient, ” I know for you it would be equivalent to losing an arm… Still, there are safer cars… more reliable.” Lydia quipped back at him. Though she would take him, car or not. She smiled a bit at him, ” Among other things…” She smiled at him. Womanly wiles to try and distract him from what was going on. If she knew him at all, she knew she would be failing at that task.
Nevertheless, with this feeling she just wanted to get home. Lock and barricade the doors and don’t come back outside until whatever it was had moved on. When he questioned how she could even stomach coming back here, she just shrugged saying classes weren’t ever that bad for her. Her school experience hadn’t been a terrible one. She narrowed her eyes at him when he said that he wasn’t that smart, ” Yes you were.” Lydia argued. Stiles just worked differently, his mind able to see patterns and connections that others couldn’t, even Lydia.
No amount of womanly wiles and kisses would have him distracted enough. She gave up then, ” Fine ok. I’m lying. But let’s talk when we get home… Please.” Lydia conceded eventually. She was alright for now. Until they made it home, behind a locked door. Where it was as safe as you could be. With them in the car and the high school becoming smaller in the rearview she started to unwind just a little, still on alert though to the point that Stiles touch on her thigh had her jumping a little, ” Sorry.” Sometimes she hated this power of hers. Usually, she couldn’t make heads or tails of the clues until it was too late. The feeling of dread connected to Stiles, it wasn’t shaking, ” Its ok. You don’t have to go out of your way.” She told him.
She looked out her own window scanning the tree line once they were driving through the desolate road through the road. Wishing they were home already she jerked to him when he asked if she seen something. She looked but couldn’t see anything. She opened her mouth to answer but then there was a bang and they were swerving out of control. She froze, her hand gripping the door, hard enough that the rust bucket might break. The car then came to a screeching halt and her heart thudding in her chest, ” Are you ok? What was that?” She asked. She turned completely in her seat and looked out the back window, ” What did you see?” She asked… There was nothing there.
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Jul 21, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Jul 29, 2023 14:32:07 GMT
Stiles darted fretful looks at Lydia, his fingers reaching to pat at the threadbare vinyl covering the wheel like he was soothing a crying baby instead of an inanimate object (although he was always about six inches away from believing that there was something more than the average jeep about Roscoe). She wasn’t wrong, it would be like losing a limb, and part of what he had left of his mom. ”Maybe there’s more reliable vehicles out there, but safer? Please.” The jeep had saved both of their asses more than either one of them could probably calculate. His fingers stilled on the wheel as Lydia decided to soothe his hurt feelings. Safer indeed. ”You know … if you ever wanna take advantage of it …” His grin was quick and broad, brows wiggling.
It was better hearing her talking like that than it had been seeing that haunted look on her face. Lydia was literally a harbinger of death, when she started feeling antsy about something, it meant that all of them should’ve been. She’d been trying to ease his worries since, pasting on that smile, distracting him with the compliments, doubling down on them now, but he still had that little spot in the back of his brain that was vibrating. Stiles snorted out a breath that tried to catch in his throat. ”I got decent grades, but not always for doing what I was meant to in class. You ever see two cats in a sack? That’s this most days.” He tapped fingers against his forehead. His thoughts were always twisting in two different directions at once, one surging ahead if he ever managed to get a good grasp on it, but still likely to skitter away if he wasn’t careful.
The fact that Lydia caved when he did focus now was no sort of relief. She could outstubborn all of them and she was caving now – putting him off, but definitely giving in – was worrying in its own way. The soft line of Stiles’ mouth firmed as he nodded at her. ”But we talk the minute we get home?” There wasn’t much question to it, the minute they were in the door and he’d dumped his things, she was telling him what was happening. He’d reached out to settle a hand on her thigh in reassurance, but she was startling, leaving his own heart leaping in his chest. Yeah, something was really off. ”Yeah I do,” Stiles said with a frown. ”It’s not going out of my way, it’s taking care of my girlfriend. That’s my prerogative.” And a full time job in a town like Mystic Falls.
Driving the rural road out of Mystic Falls should’ve felt like they were leaving the town behind, heading to the slightly safer confines of Whitmore, but this was the worst point. The flash of motion out in the woods had his grip tightening on the wheel, his heart hammering in his chest like it was trying to fight its way out. There’d been something, the underbrush fluttering around it. His gaze skittered over the ground between them. Somewhere … it had been there and it was …
There.
The impact felt like he’d hit a rhino. Maybe it had been … There was the impression of something large and grey in the road in front of him and then the whole world blurred. Roscoe crunched into something solid, branches scraping at the front window, the Jeep coming to rest crookedly. Stiles groaned, trying to lever himself up and away from the wheel. His chest ached, something hot and sticky rolled down the side of his face, blurring his vision in a wash of red again before he blinked it away. ”Baba,” he muttered, a chuckle rolling out after that Stiles tried to bite back as he fumbled for the seatbelt. ”Big … grey … elephant?” Even in Mystic Falls that was too big an ask.
Groaning, Stiles let the seatbelt flap away from him as he unbuckled it. ”N-not sure. You? Are you … alright? Lydia?” Twisting in his seat, he reached out to touch her cheek, to check. The world span again though and he was slumping forward, trying to catch himself on the wheel before he smacked headfirst into it again.
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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 Nov 18, 2024 7:18:04 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Aug 8, 2023 17:55:27 GMT
❝ I Don't Have Claws...
I Just Have Voices In My Head❞
Lydia looked from him to the car and then back to him again and then smiled. As much as she disliked the car, he was right in the sense that Stiles came with this car. Like peanut butter and jelly, you couldn’t have one without the other. That if he were ever to lose this car it would be like losing a limb, a part of himself. Which is why when she ever bought up the car, she was only half joking. She looked at the vehicle again and was reminded that it had saved their lives on more than a few occasions, ” OK. I see your point. “ Lydia conceded eventually. Earning Roscoe, a small respite from her condemnation of the rust bucket. Next, he was grining at her and she smiled back, ” Perhaps when we get home…” She replied in a thoughtful tone.
Thought the good mood didn’t last. The feeling of dread was almost immediate when she reached him, and he knew her too well to miss her instant change. She tried to let it go and get him to let it go. Why she felt like she should ignore this she didn’t know, as it always proved a bad idea to ignore it. He mentioned how she could stand to come back here, and she laughed remarking that high school hadn’t been such a bad experience for her. For most of it, in Beacon Hills she had been the most popular girl in school, in addition to being the smartest, albeit low key. Then at Mystic Falls she had been the brain box, with her own group of friends, the pack. High school had been a breeze, college slightly more challenging but nothing she couldn’t handle, ” You did fine. I barely had to help you.” She remarked. Stiles was smart, just in a different way than the rest of them.
Eventually they were on their way home and Lydia eventually conceded since he wasn’t letting up. But she just wanted to get home. Where there was a invite barrier protecting them, two locked doors. She smiled back at him, ” What about my taking advantage?” She grinned back, another attempt at distraction. Linking her fingers through his hand that she had rested on her thigh, ” When we get home.” She promised. He offered to take her to work in the morning and she was smiling saying that he didn’t have to ” Alright then. I get an extra half an hour in bed in the morning then.” She smiled, trying to relax in her seat. Perhaps she was worrying for nothing.
Stiles was then getting twitchy, asking if she had seen something. Before she could answer her heart was in her mouth as whatever it was hit their car sending it careening off the road, spinning out of control. Heart beating wildly she closed her eyes her head whipping into the window at the side cracking the glass with the force. The car smashing crookedly into something solid and they stopped moving, but the world certainly didn’t stop spinning.
She blinked a few times trying to steady herself and quickly did a pain assessment. Raising a hand to her head and felt blood there, seen it as she pulled her hand away. Her neck was sore. But other than that she felt… alright. She turned to Stiles asking if he was ok. What he had seen as Lydia hadn’t seen anything, ” I’m ok… Just… want to get out..” Lydia told him wearily.
He twisted in his seat reaching for her but when he did he seemed to get dizzy immediately and slump. Suddenly on alert she reached for him then, catching him before he slammed into the steering wheel, ” Stiles?!” She cried panicked… had this been what the feeling had been. They had to get out of this car.
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Jul 21, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Sept 6, 2023 19:36:03 GMT
Fine was a relative term. Lydia had used it more than once tonight and it was only that last way that had him smiling at all. He’d done fine at school, getting the grades he needed to graduate high school, the grades he needed to get into Whitmore (he wasn’t sure if his dad would’ve killed him or if he’d have died of shame and frustration if he hadn’t gotten in), but he hadn’t been Lydia. For so long he’d watched her hiding how smart she was, twirling her hair, acting like she had more pairs of shoes in her closet than she had IQ points, but he’d known it was all bullshit. He knew her and that was how Stiles was sure she’d been lying when she’d said things were fine in the parking lot. Lydia was lying and it was more than likely for his sake.
Stiles had clamped his mouth, dropping it when asked, but now she was deflecting again – in a way that would have his brain short circuiting, and she knew it, damnit. Grumbling under his breath, Stiles tried to rein in the part of him that’d gotten all interested at the idea of her taking advantage. ”That’s for after,” he conceded finally. ”To stop me worrying.” Because he was sure this was definitely gonna get worse before it got better here. Squeezing Lydia’s hand, Stiles locked in that promise. They weren’t gonna be dropping this.
Tomorrow morning was gonna be about maybe continuing to mitigate the damage from tonight. Those small loving gestures that took the sting and the fear out of everything else. Stiles’ frown still had his brows drawing together, but his voice softened. He was glad to see her smiling, even if it felt like there was something stiff in the gesture. ”You mean we get an extra half an hour in bed in the morning.” If only they’d been able to keep that sort of promise up, keep the conversation light enough that he wasn’t filled with absolute dread when the thing started to streak through the trees.
He’d taken it as a threat immediately, calling out to Lydia, trying to figure out what it was. Maybe he should’ve sped up instead of continuing to cruise along. He could’ve stomped on the brakes. Maybe Roscoe would’ve struggled, but it had to be better to swerve across the road out here than it was to flip. The prayer that the seatbelts held – thank God they’d both put them on – came as his body was thrown forward, his head hitting a steering wheel that didn’t come complete with an airbag.
B-blood, he was bleeding. The thought stuttered in a brain that seemed to be struggling to string thoughts together. They’d been faced with strange things before, but what had hit the car this time seemed to have come out of a dream – or some sort of shared delusion. The second he could string his thoughts together again he was turning towards Lydia, checking her while he pushed thoughts of himself aside. They were both bleeding. Alive though. The relief of that must’ve left him woozy. As Lydia told him she wanted to get out, Stiles swooned forward towards the wheel.
”I’m alright,” he drawled, his hand reaching out for her. Holding onto her arm, the world seemed to steady. Stiles nodded, cursing against the stab of pain that shot through it. ”We … we need to get out. If the gas tank’s d-d-damaged.” Fear splintered just as bright in his gut. Still holding onto her Stiles forced the driver’s door open. He staggered out, turning around in a slow circle as he tried to see where the thing had gone – after it had crumpled the front of the jeep like a can. Oh no. Roscoe.
Stiles let out a pained sound as he fumbled a hand onto the hood, using it to support himself to make his way around the car. He was on the other side of Lydia’s door, trying to open it when the pain struck again. The world lurched around him, the light seeming to disappear from the edges of it. Stiles looked up, frowned at Lydia through the cracked window, and then without being able to catch himself this time, hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. Those dark edges swirled closer, leaving him choking with fear as he passed out.
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