direbeta:

{ Isaac } doubtful.
{ Isaac } i was promised coffee and pizza. i expect coffee and pizza. even homemade pizza.
{ Isaac } i do not cuddle. 

{ Lydia } They weren’t promises.
{ Lydia } Didn’t you promise to come back when you had a bike with an engine instead of a chain?
{ Lydia } Really? Well, I don’t supply coffee or pizza if you don’t cuddle.

direbeta:

{ Isaac } … yeah, i guess.
{ Isaac } pizza and coffee is not that much.
{ Isaac } i don’t cuddle.

{ Lydia } – He’ll notice your absence, I’m sure.
{ Lydia } How about coffee?
{ Lydia } Bullshit. If you don’t cuddle I don’t go to BHHS. 

direbeta:

{ Isaac } scott is going to kill me but i can’t fucking handle stiles and malia
{ Isaac } so deal, martin.
{ Isaac } though i still expect pizza and coffee.

{ Lydia } Really, I didn’t think that Scott would notice our absence. He’s got new betas anyways. 
{ Lydia } Now, you’re asking for too much.
{ Lydia } Can’t you just settle for cuddling with me instead?

direbeta

“She said her dog is like a 
truffle hog when it comes
to beautiful girls.”

{ okay, so maybe his french was still 
slightly horrible and maybe lydia didn’t
actually want to know what the woman
had actually said. but he hoped that
the… almost compliment would throw
her off the scent. he didn’t need a 
random stranger to get murdered while
she was here visiting him. }

{ lydia knows multiple languages and all of
her accents are flawless. but in france, she–
well, she never quite managed to learn french.
the language too lazy, the words too lax, lydia
was a person of order and french was anything
but orderly. she felt foolish now as isaac told
her what this strange woman and total stranger
said and wondered why she never bothered to
learn the language anyways. she arched an
eyebrow at isaac and it occured to her that, well–

she didn’t really know him either. he throws
off her plans. she should be packing for home.
but the charmer has managed to charm her and
so here she is. one last day and one last night
in paris before she starts college in the states.
blinking, she realizes that she ought to respond. }

” I doubt that is what she actually said.
Why is she holding out that package for
you to take? What’s in there? “ 

direbeta

“Do you remember me?”

{ a thousand years, he’d been searching for her.
a hundred different lifetimes played out, taking
root in a hundred different bodies in a hundred 
different places around the world in hopes of 
running into the one soul that had managed to
etch a place into his memory. one soul out of the
millions he’s met, one soul out of the billions of
souls who’d never remember any of their previous
lives. while they were able to forget, he was cursed
to remember.

and there she was, right in front of him. without
a hint of recognition on her face.  }

{  the library was devoid of people and the
footsteps that they brought with them. lydia
was one of the only few people sitting in the
interior coffee shop, the hum of the machines,
playing a soothing melody as she flicked the
page of her physics book. her eyes raise with
a sort of calculated indifference to the chiseled
jawline before her. she doesn’t know it’s owner.
she doesn’t know any people in this city, where
she is one ant of many but the look in his eyes–

lydia thinks that he looks older than he should.
he looks to be her age, after all. a pale tongue
darts out to wet painted lips and lydia’s fingers
s t i l l as she arches an eyebrow at him. and
then she wonders why she feels like she should
know him. }

“ Did we go to school together or something?
Or do I know you from somewhere else? " 

direbeta:

“When was the last time you considered taking
the threat of us losing the apartment seriously?”

 { maybehe was being a little bit more
harsh than what was absolutely necessary,
but the fact that rent was due in two weeks
and they were still a hundred and fifty
bucks short — well. he was testy when
it came to frivolous  purchases. s u e h i m. }

"Unless, of course, you plan on working 
the streets, as your new heels imply.”

” About the last time that you
stopped focusing on the fact
that our heater is broken. It
would be doing us a service
if we lost this apartment. “

{ she rolled her eyes at him before focusing down on the heels.
great now she felt more than guilty. isaac lahey was able to
guilt trip her into anything. ugh. } 

” – You’d be better at prostitution.
Those baby blues could keep us
living in this shithole for years. “

direbeta:

{ Isaac } no.
{ Isaac } i don’t want anything.
{ Isaac } if i have to suffer through it, so do you.

{ Lydia } I can make a counter offer .
{ Lydia } I’ve got a house that we can sit in and a pack meeting that we can avoid.
{ Lydia } You’d be a fool to turn this offer down.

direbeta:

{ Isaac } and what makes you so sure i’m going to do anything for you?
{ Isaac } … what do i get in return if i do?

{ Lydia } Maybe it’s because of my extraordinary powers of persuasion.
{ Lydia } Coffee? Pizza on pack nights? What do you want exactly?

direbeta:

bravexbanshee

“Yeah, no, sure. Of course it makes sense to
buy a new pair of shoes when we’re barely
capable to make next month’s rent as it is.
We might be homeless but at least our feet
look good.”

{ lydia focused on her nails in an attempt at normality
she didn’t enjoy being scolded in that tone and so when
she looked up at him, her gaze was cold. } 

” I know that my feet will look good.
But the same can’t be said for yours.
When was the last time you considered
letting me give you a pedicure? “

direbeta:

@bravexbanshee

{ Isaac } pack meeting tonight at 8.
{ Isaac } be prepared for 3 hours of stiles making heart eyes at malia,
{ Isaac } i think i’m getting a headache.

{ Lydia } I already had a headache. Now I have a splitting migraine.
{ Lydia } So I’m not going to go and you’re going to do me a favor.
{ Lydia } You’re going to cover for me.