{ 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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he was trying his hardest to ignore her, but the jabbing in his shoulder is starting to hurt. he was a precious, fragile flower, after all. he just wanted to sleep, the kid had had a shitty night and waking up to face the day after that was not on his to-do list. he manages to get an arm out from beneath the covers to swat her hand away, making incomprehensible noises as he did so.
but that tone in her voice. his whole name that he really tried to avoid having people use. he rolled over onto his back to see what she was referring to————- no, no, no.
“Jesus, okay, okay. I’ll get up.”
the glass in lydia’s hand tilts precariously as he rolls over and she stares at him, the expression on her face telling the world that she shouldn’t be challenged. at his words, she smiles brightly, glad that he has finally seen the outcome of what will happen if he ignores her threat before placing the glass of water back on the bedside table and kissing him on the cheek. standing and turning towards his closet, she eyes his wardrobe.
“Just be glad that it wasn’t the bucket of water that I was considering. – Now what are you going to wear? Because I can’t let you out looking like that. You’re too handsome. ”
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