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{ 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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{ they drop stiles off at the hospital
after everything is said and done.
he gives her this sad look, full of
pity. lydia can’t even bring herself
to pretend that he is wrong. instead,
she doesn’t look at him as he gets
out of the backseat of the cruiser. that
is a little cruel of her. but she does not
care. }

{ she doesn’t want to drag stiles in this
after what they just witnessed. if she
shuts her eyes, she can still see the red
of brunski’s blood.
it’s a pity that she
can’t shut off her ears, maybe if she could,
she’d stop hearing meredith’s voice on
repeat. another moment passes before
she acknowledges that she can’t ignore
parrish forever. }

                     " Do you have good taste in music?

{ her eyes drift over his profile and lydia
resists the urge to scream. that is all she
wants to do now. she wants to scream
because of her stupidity. she had thought
that meredith was truly dead. she had let
herself believe that meredith couldn’t be
brought back. and now she discovered
that the other banshee had been playing
them for fools this entire time. }

                      ” – Do you really think that I’m psychic?

{ both of those questions start with ‘do
you’ and none of them dig deep enough
to really touch on her emotions. good.
hopefully, parrish won’t notice that he’s
being manipulated.

                      ” – What do you think about werewolves?

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