acxnitum:

_{( her fear is thick and cloying, tangible in the air
that he breathes in through lungs that do not 
belong to him but work in his favor nonetheless.
everything here will work in his favor. he has spent
centuries with things working in his favor, and some
silly group of u s e l e s s teenagers is not going to
get in his way now. skin that is pale and fragile
stretches around a convex of bones that brittle
more by the hour, vitality drained by the host
that lingers within this wall of damaged flesh.}

_{hands skitter up her skin, dragging a wave of 
goosebumps that he revels in. if it is a game she
wants, then it is a game that the nogitsune will
give to her. a fox always has an appreciation for
a good game. even when it knows it will win.
the tunnel echoes to them the sound of his steps
as he moves away from her, mouth a chillingly
stitched smirk. )}

_{“I’ll make a deal with you.”}

_{( a deal that lydia martin cannot refuse. for if
she does then both she and the boy she loves
will perish at the hands of an otherworldly force
that has haunted the lives of a MILLION innocent
people. )}

_{“Let’s play a game of chess. If you can beat me
then I’ll let Stiles go. I’ll let you all go. I’ll move
on, and no one else will have to die.”}

_{( hands lift to show that he means no harm, that 
his word is good and true. what business does he
have to lie? winning has always ever been his only
option, after all. )}

_{"However —— if you lose —— and you will —— then
you all die. You, Scott, Stiles. Every single person
that any of you holds dear. In fact I’ll make sure to
make it nice and slow for all of them, turn it into a
game of its own. Sound fair, miss Martin?”}

_{{ in the fairy tales, the villians are never stronger than the protaganists.
it is a truth that lydia has bemoaned to herself at night, when no one
knows that she is reading the fairy tales that her parents used to read to
her before her father realized that he wasn’t content when he wasn’t with
his soulmate. coincidentally, that woman was not her mother. she will
never forget the look on her mother’s face when natalie martin tells her
daughter that it was unrequited. in the fairy tales, the soulmate bond
prevails over all. logically, lydia knows that fairy tales are what make
children so utterly romantic. lydia has always been too logical for
absolute romance. but with stiles, she had had true love. correction:
she has true love. }}

               _{{ little mouse, little mouse, run away to your house. the words are not
              her own but they run through her mind and send a shiver that skates
              down her spine as the fox’s fingers skate over her skin. lydia ignores them.
             they are specters in the shadows of her mind, causing doubt. she is already
             nervous enough and she can’t even think enough to recite the decimals of
              pi. but blind fear is poking her in the back and sending her stumbling along
              and lydia will be damned if she stumbles and falls into the mouths of the
              waiting wolves. }}

_{{ she doesn’t speak as he names his price. a game of chess. which, by
extension, is a game of numbers. her lips twist up into something a bit
feral. the fox intends to beat her at her own game. she can tell by the
arrogant set of his spine and the haughty fire in his eyes. that is also
another one of her games. lydia is a manipulator. and if she fails to get
her way this time, she will lose everyone. jab. another sharp poke to
her spine. fear is a powerful motivator. it is enough for her to take what
anyone would presume as an arrogant step forward. her head tilts in a
precocious manner, eyes sparks with the fire that had dimmed, and lydia
martin is ready to beat a fox back into the shadows of his own forest. }}

                     _{” Where’s our game board? We can’t play chess
                     without one, can we? I have one more condition to
                      add to our stakes. If I win– I want all of Stiles back.
                      I want him returned to me in perfect condition. Minus
                      those dark caverns under his eyes. Do I have your word
                      that you will keep your promises? “}

_{{ her lips stretch into a smile as she holds out a hand for him to take so that
they can seal the deal. she will win this. jab. she has to.stiles won’t forgive her
but he will be alive. and that will be all that matters to her.that is the lie she must
tell herself. she feigns impatience, her whole body strumming like a live wire. }}

                     _{” What are you waiting for? We have our terms, we
                      have our agreement. I’m ready to play. Let’s face it,
                     you’re not getting any younger here. “}

_{{ oh god, she’s already mouthing off like her boyfriend. }} 

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   {her mother never told her that she would be thrown in with the wolves maybe that was because natalie martin functioned...

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