{ 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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( careful considerations of this girl lead to narrowed eyes, humorous gleam in them. stiles thinks no, no, lydia, don’t do this, please don’t do this, but the nogitsune is almost willing to oblige. cold eyes made into islands by the oceans of sleep deprivation that circle them calculate her. the trembling of her hands that she hides, lines of artistic makeup that leaves pain along its tracks, lips that quiver on the words she forms. he is not a fool. along this path a trap does lie, he knows how these teenagers that inhabit beacon hills work. )
“The way I see it,”
( chaotic decadence rings in his voice as he edges closer, closer until he can smell thick perfume and the scent of residual shampoo. presses closer to her still, lieu of the lover whose body he has control of, the one that is fading more and more as the nogitsune leeches him dry. clammy hands traverse the skin of her flesh and he chuckles at the sensory familiarity, a puff of breath into her ear as he leans down, down, down. )
“They’ll come for you either way. It’s what you all do: play hero in the face of adversity. McCall and company to the rescue. Though you never really do much rescuing, do you? Always too late, or never strong enough, or smart enough, or brave enough. So yes. You could take me to McCall.”
( blunt nails dig into her skin, words a hiss against the shell of lydia’s ear. )
"Or I could wait for him here and then watch the life drain out of his eyes when his best friend drives a sword into his heart. Fun for the whole family.”
( and he laughs, and he laughs, and he laughs. )
{ outcome. some describe it as the way things turn out, others describe it as a consequence of one’s actions. this is her punishment. the nogitsune in general is beacon hill’s punishment. a dry tongue attempts to wet even dryer lips as she plots and plans and tries to figure a way out of this difficult situation. she sees no true way out. she sees death. that is all she sees now. wherever she turns. stiles’ body radiates it and it’s enough to make her want to cower away from him in fear. }
{ the approach of the nogitsune makes her breathing rate pick up and the hands that she has behind her back clench. he is stalking towards her, he is also plotting and planning. can she be more clever than this fox of darkness? lydia doubts it, even if she does know objectively that she is the smartest person in beacon hills. a sharp intake of breath occurs as his hands settle on her flesh and they are harder, damaging in a way that stiles’ are not. }
{ she knows that stiles touches her like he can’t believe that he is that lucky and she knows that the touch of the thing possessing him will keep her screaming in nightmares for month. her fingers tremble as she unfolds her hands from behind her back and attempts to keep as still as possible as he speaks, not even giving him the satisfaction of a wince when his blunt nails dig into her flesh. in her mind, her skin has already turned from porcelain to ivory and finally to s t e e l. but in real life, it is not possible to become steel and so she is just as soft as everyone says she is. }
” What if I told you that they weren’t coming for me? I’m Lydia Martin. The crazy one, the useless one. I can still get you what you want though. I can get you anything you want. “
{ if false tales won’t work, lydia knows that she has to switch. she can’t think– the nogitsune’s laughter clouding her mind and her judgement skills. she can play games, she is good at them. she isn’t as good as stiles but she can work with what she has. like she said to the nogitsune, she’s lydia martin.}
”Or we can play a game. You like those right? If I win, you give him back and you leave us alone. If I lose, I will deliver everyone to you and then stab myself. You want chaos? That would give you what you want. “