{ 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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“Yes, you pushed, but you didn’t push her over the edge. You cannot blame yourself, Lydia. Nothing good will come from it.”
{ He didn’t know what she had to be thinking except that whatever is was, it wasn’t true. Lydia and Stiles had pushed Meredith, but she was already unstable. She lived at Eichen House and blaming yourself for someone else’s death never made it better. It just made things worse. }
"No, I’m not your father and I’m not babying you. I know what it’s like to blame yourself for someone’s death and it never makes anything better, Lydia. I’m worried about you.”
” I have to blame myself. If I don’t, who will take the blame? Who will say that they remember her in ten years, Deputy? She didn’t have anyone who would give her more than a passing glance and label her as a nutcase. “
{ in hindsight, visiting eichen house had never been a good idea. lydia had already been teetering on the edge of her own mind, a half step away from plummeting into the waters of insanity below. it was amazing, she realized, that she was still able to function. or at least, give off the illusion that she was. – }
{ her jaw tics and her fists clench as she stares at the deputy before her. parrish looks sincere, like he doesn’t believe that lydia drove meredith to her death. lydia doesn’t know what she thinks… all she knows is that she doesn’t like herself anymore. not after what she had done. }
”I think that you have bigger things to worry about. Your name is on that list as well, Deputy. Five million dollars is nothing to scoff at. Perhaps you should leave while you still can. “