second scream ♚ voice ♚ seelie only.

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Allison?

( Lydia seems... panicked. Bothered. When she fell asleep, she dreamed a lot of things. Remembered a lot of things. Things that, pieced together with how everyone acted around her when she told them what she knew of home, pieced together with how Allison acted around her and how Derek seemed surprised that she wasn't surprised to see Allison, make too much sense to have just been a dream. The time seems to actually have passed for her, at home, living out her life. Losing her best friend. Losing the boy she was sort-of dating. Opening herself up more, learning more about her abilities... She feels the changes here, too. Pieces together with how nobody would tell her what really happened. And now she understands why. She knows. She knows everything. And while she'd started to try to move on and swallow her grief down in Beacon Hills, Allison is here. Alive. And every single wound is reopened. She feels vulnerable, and hurt, and angry, all at the same time. )

I - remember everything. All of it. I fell asleep... I woke up, god knows how much later - seriously, how long was I out? But I woke up, and my memories were different... It was like I lived it all. Every last second. ( She goes quiet for a moment, because she's swallowing down her emotions. It's fresh here. Really, really, very suddenly fresh. )

How did that even happen? What kind of magic are they working with, that they can just send someone to sleep and alter their memories? Because that's seriously powerful, in a way that makes me wonder how much they actually need our help. ( She's going to channel all of her sudden emotional torrent into researching all of this. Because she's not so sure she can handle this ever being a regular thing, and there's no way of knowing whether or not it will be. )

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Isaac - ( Oh, poor Isaac... ) He couldn't handle it at all. I think he really cares for her.

( She draws in a deep breath and her smile widens. ) I suppose I should thank you.

[teenyoda]

He does. We all do. And it's just one more thing he doesn't need to worry about.

Yeah? Thank me for what?

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( There's nothing more she can really say to that, she just nods with a quiet 'mmhm' )

-- Everything? Helping me figure out -- whatever this ability is, that I have. For being there for me in general. For being a good friend. I don't think I've ever told you.

[teenyoda]

Hey, you don't have to tell me. That's just... it's what friends do, okay?

[Not that he wasn't secretly pleased that she'd noticed and that it had meant something.]

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Still... I haven't always been all that friendly to you. So I feel like I owe you at least a thank you.

[teenyoda]

The past is the past, right? We've moved beyond that. We're friends now and that's good enough for me.

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I'd say we're closer than just regular friends. We've been through a lot together. You're -- ( How does she even describe it? ) -- One of the most important people in my life.

[teenyoda]

[Well, didn't that fill him with warm fuzzies?]

We're a pack, Lyds. We're family. We stick together, good or bad.

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It's weird to think of us as a pack, when we're not all werewolves. And you're lucky, Stiles. You get to stay normal. ( SHE WISHES THERE WERE HUGS READILY AVAILABLE RIGHT NOW. )

[teenyoda]

Yeah, sure. That's me. Lucky and normal.

[Not at all like he'd been the only one to be possessed by an evil spirit and kill people. Actually kill them. With his own two hands. Then know that it was his face running around killing others. Killing Allison. Sure. Right. Lucky.]

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Well... Now that the Nogitsune is gone... ( But she sees that she chose the wrong words to say, and her expression becomes sympathetic and laced with guilt. ) Hey... Stiles... ( How does she even remedy this? 'It wasn't your fault' 'we all did the ritual' 'you couldn't help what he forced you to do'...? All things he's heard before. )

[teenyoda]

Don't. I just... I don't want to talk about it.

[Not yet. Not any time soon. He was trying to forget it, for the most part. Then he'd work on getting over it.

Good thing he didn't have a roommate.]

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I'm sorry. ( Yep. She feels horrible now. )) - If you need anything... You'll let me know, right?

[teenyoda]

There's nothing to be sorry for, Lydia. It's all good.

[More lies. He was going to go cry in the corner now.]

Yeah... yeah, I'm good. It's good.

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I mean it. You come to me if you need something. ( :( please stiles don't shut her out she needs you )

[teenyoda]

Sure. Okay.

[Not gonna happen.]

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I mean it. ( Seriously look at her face. This is her very serious face. ) You've been there for me before. Countless times. And that's what friends do, right? ( PLEASE DON'T SHUT ME OUT AGAIN, PLEASE DON'T SLAM THE DOOR, YOU DON'T HAVE TO KEEP YOUR DISTANCE ANYMOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE... 'CAUSE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER, I FINALLY UNDERSTAND... )

[teenyoda]

[If she started singing, he was ending the call...]

Yeah, I know. I just... I'm hoping that won't be necessary.

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( This would be so much easier if she could reach over and squeeze his hand, but he's definitely not in the room. ) Same. ( And what else, really, is there to say? ) Hey, I'm meeting up with Daenerys... I'll talk to you later, okay?

[teenyoda]

Yeah, sure. Say hi to her for me and let me know how the dragons are doing?

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Absolutely. ( And the feed ends. )