acxnitum:

_{( humans are a frailty — faulty beings carved
from the dust to which they will inevitable be
forced to return, a thorn driven into the face
of earth. the nogitsune has no need to value
their lives; for him they are a sick enjoyment,
to bend, to break, to leech chaos off of. more
than a thousand years are strewn into the 
crisp lines of his ethereal being. he knows the
legends. the way they work. this one, this boy
he has sealed himself inside of, sees in color.
some of his past hosts had never seen enough
days to find their soulmates, mostly due to him.
it’s more fun to watch the world fall to pieces
around stiles knowing that he has seen the 
world in all of its vivid, splendid, disgusting 
glory. he cannot wait to rip this boy from their
grasps; their strife will be one of the most 
delectable that he’s had in centuries.} 

_{now he rises to the occasion — and to his feet
and stalks evermore close to this ———
firecracker girl that ignites sparks in the eyes
of this broken boy. a smirk on his face, sinister
intention on his tongue. )}

_{“Now, why would I do something like that?”}

_{{ an inhalation of breath counts a new second.
her mind races, jumps, and attempts to fly over
obstacles in her logic. lydia has always been
good on her feet. but she is better with a plan.
this is plan z, the result of all the other failed
attempts. she will carry out plan z and maybe
everyone will survive. or maybe, she thinks that
she can wing it. she’s lydia martin, if she can
survive Beacon Hills, she can trick an ancient
spirit into doing what she wants. her hands go
behind her back so that she can hide the trembling
of her traitorous body as she fixes him with a
fake smile, eyes catching on the dark circles
below the honey hues that her stiles possesses.
the nogitsune makes them darker somehow.
she does not like it. they make her feel cornered–
like a gazelle. the hunted is playing the huntress
right in the lion’s den and if she fails, well, she
probably won’t live to see the consequences of
her actions. she’s only h u m a n, after all. }}

_{” I can give you Scott McCall. Don’t you want
him? You can use Stiles to kill him, you know. It
would devastate him. Isn’t that what you want?“}

_{{ if she can pull this off, if she can make it through
this and get him back, she knows that he will hate
her. or that he will try too. lydia does not know which
is worse. her pulse pounds in her ears as she projects
her armor of confidence, the make-up that she used to
build up her image long gone in streaks of mascara
running down her face. she must look like a mess but
she is standing, even if the feeling of doom grows and
grows in her stomach and the ball of feelings threaten
to knock her head off of her body. }} 

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