{ 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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my guidelines are under the first heart. my reply time is rapid but i don't always expect you to be rapid as well. my tagging system is under reconstruction. the icons are not mine and neither is the background image. this wonderful theme is the work of carson.
he’s not even listening to whatever she’s saying— she lost him a while ago now. cigarette perched between his lips, blonde is just picking at his nails.
{ lydia doesn’t talk just to hear the sound of her own voice, she talks because she wants people to listen. luc isn’t listening and even though she had granted him a little bit of leeway due to the fact that they’d been friends for a while, her infamous temper was finally sparking up. she deftly plucked the cigarette from between his lips before grinding it under the heel of her shoe, attempting to hold his gaze. }
" It’s a good thing that I wasn’t lecturing you about lung cancer. Now you don’t have any reason to ignore me. – So tell me, what have I been saying? “