{ An indie selective and private Lydia Martin roleplay blog, tracking the tag: bravexbanshee. the images and the character are not mine.}
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fingers gently wrapped around lydia’s bicep, derek pulling her closer as he turned his nose upward to the air. he tried to sniff it out, but the air was foreign to him, his heart beating in his chest wildly for the first time in a while. the wind hasn’t smelled this off in a long time.
❝ you can’t tell me that you didn’t hear that. why don’t you call up the others & i’ll go check it out by myself? ❞
( her mouth felt unbearably dry as lydia pressed closer to derek at the unnatural feel in the air. this was SUCH an oddity that she could feel derek’s HEART beating in his chest. a scoff emerged from between bitten lips and she looked up at him. )
❝ Do you always suggest things that make you the first candidate for, you know, being gruesomly murdered? — Why don’t we come back WITH back up so I DON’T have to carry your body back ?❞
heels clacking against the ground plagued at his nerves as he tried to calm himself down, ideas upon ideas clouding his mind as he attempted to figure out the right words needed to get her to come back. she had to understand that there was no time to bicker, that they could save this argument for another time. there was something out there, he was so sure of it.
❝ if you would just listen to me, then you wouldn’t be wasting i—— ❞
his retort died on his lips when his ears picked up on something snapping, almost like a branch. it would have to be a thick, wet branch of the deafening sound of BONES & FLESH weren’t something derek was familiar with. it through him off a little, though because there was no scream, no noise of helplessness. as if the task was a little too easy.
❝ please tell me that you heard that, too. ❞
❝ It’s hard to listen to something that I DON’T understand! ❞
( the words were out before she could stop them and lydia crossed her arms over her chest, still so very angry until she heard the SOUND. her heart stuttered in her chest as she took a step closer to derek, eyes wide and lips pursed. )
❝ Look, I know that you want to be a HERO but I don’t want to die like a blonde in a horror film. So can we go NOW? ❞
❛ You have enough of that BAD SASS yourself already, I don’t have to teach you about that. And weren’t YOU the one saying you don’t need anyone to teach you anything? Maybe I should try and get you a copy of The Banshee A-B-C. ❜
❝ My sass is anything but SUBPAR but I can see how being a heinous bitch would rob you of knowledge lke that. Really? — THAT sounds like every children’s book I ever wanted. Please, please, please tell me where I can find an instant wealth of knowledge on how to be a DEATH radar.❞
❝ Yikes I forgot how dramatic teenagers were. Crazy? Who isn’t crazy, Lydia? You’re crazy for hearing voices, Scott, Derek, Peter are crazy for having CLAWS. Truth is, it’s stereotypical. ❞
❝ Look, I’m not in the mood to decypher your cryptic BULLSHIT when we both know that you didn’t come here for tea and my theory about molecular breaks. So spit it out or get the fuck out before I figure out which strain of wolfsbane works on YOUR crazy. ❞
I will be doing all replies tomorrow! This also happens to be a STARTER CALL. So like for one. I’m sorry for my absence but sometimes, I just need to take a break. Maybe I should put it in my blog that I’m on a hiatus!
his vocals come out sharper than he intended them to, hands raised in both a defensive gesture & a sign of VULNERABILITY. he whines, a soft sound just barely able to he heard as he drops his hands, watching the banshee with weary viridian irises.
❛ lydia, it’s just me. ❜
it’s not like she isn’t used to people COMING into her room at all hours of the night— she just tends to prefer a little more WARNING. lydia clenches her fist around the baseball bat before loosening it when her gaze settles upon fox. a sigh emerges from her lips, a softness comes to her gaze, and she speaks — deciding to give him a LITTLE bit of trouble.
❝ You can’t just come into my room like you’ve never KNOCKED on a window before, Fox. I was about to NEUTER you. It’s like TWO in the morning. Did you miss the memo on normal sleeping hours? Specifically MINE ?❞
