{ 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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( the uplift of her lips puts a smile on stiles’ face as well as he bodily flops back against the support of his computer chair. she can try and hide it all she wants, but stiles has seen it. his own book has been abandoned on the desk behind him, studying forgotten. of course, this is exactly how most of their study dates progress. attempts foiled by stiles, his talkative nature like poison. )
”C’mon, talk to me about quantum physics and mathematical theorems that go way over my head. It gets me randy.”
{ he’s such a fool. but lydia adores him for it. she rolls her eyes and tries not to smile even more as he flops down further into his chair. she herself has now given up on studying, entranced by his honey eyes and the way that he speaks. lydia thinks that she can just watch his mouth if she doesn’t want to hear him speak but she always wants to hear what he has to say. it’s unfortunate, at times. however, she can’t live without his chatter. }
" Who even uses words like randy any more? Update your vocabulary, Stilinski. And shouldn’t we be studying? If we aren’t going to, I should– go. “
{ lydia stands as if she’s going to leave and even makes a half-hearted attempt at pretending to pack up her stuff. but she doesn’t intend on leaving and she knows that he probably knows it too. }