{ 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 cast a side-long glance at the strawberry blonde, a brow arched and slowly raising the cigarette to his lips to take a drag. if she had just let him finish the one before they wouldn’t be in this mess—- that, and he hadn’t had one since this morning and was getting a little desperate. he exhaled through his nose, lips pressing together and humming to himself.
❝ you’re not going to get lung cancer from second-hand smoke. outside. from one cigarette. ❞
actually, he had no idea whether that was true or not but he didn’t really care either. her suggestion though causes him to groan, leaning his head back in exasperation. people were always trying to baby him. even more so when he didn’t want it— not that he ever really did.
❝ i said it was fine —- okay ? don’t you have homework or something ? study group, maybe ? i’ll walk you there. ❞
♥ ℒ ℳ ♥
{ there wasn’t much for her to look at around them, considering the fact that lydia could navigate this town in her sleep. so instead, she focused her gaze on luce, noting his appearance and trying to determine his schedule from that one look. a small huff emerged from her lips as he took another slow and deliberate puff from the cigarette before she spoke one simple phrase – }
“ Build up. ”
{ shifting so that her feet would be equally tired by the end of the night and knowing that she was right due to the calculations that involved every single pair of her shoes, she kept her gaze on him, not quite tired of looking at him yet and not liking how he groaned. she was taking time out of her very valuable day to make sure that he survived. well. he was going to appreciate her now, that was for sure. time for her to guilt trip him. }
" – But I wanted to make sure that you’d be alright. Is that wrong of me? “
