lydia c. martin. 17 years young. banshee.
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”Whenever you scream in this little town,
every time a person dies,
especially the supernatural,
I want a call.
I want dibs on the b o d y.”
He shrugged.
“Compared to what others would demand, it’s small.”
it is an odd request. but lydia knows that fae of his
sort aren’t like tinker bell. they probably don’t survive
on dew and tree leaves. she’s almost too afraid to ask
but like with everything else, lydia has to be certain.
“ What are you going to do with them?
They’re p e o p l e. ”
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bravexbanshee reblogged this from belezamxrtal and added: “ I don’t know much. ” the words cling to her lips on the way out and lydia has to force them. she doesn’t like...
