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eachdraidh2014-05-18 03:27 pm
amplified) wrote in eachdraidh2014-05-18 03:27 pm
second scream ♚ voice ♚ seelie only.
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. )
( 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. )
voice;
You'll like them. [ a beat. ] Or, perhaps, they'll like you. They appreciate the strong.
[ and the people with Targ blood, obviously. ]
voice;
( She laughs. ) I'm sure we'll get along fine. Are they gentle unless you tell them not to be?
voice;
They'll not harm anyone unless provoked.
[ just be careful where you put your hands, girl. ]
voice;
voice;
action??
( And so, in a short while, Lydia makes her way to their agreed meeting spot. She's trying not to show her anxiety outwardly, but the things she feels right now, the things she needs to talk about, they're... Well. Not exactly fun. Her best friend's death among them, though not the only grim morbidity she needs to discuss. She's feeling betrayal from secrets kept, though she does understand the motivations for doing so... She's just hoping that a little objective insight will help her feel less like a terrible person for being upset. Stiles... kind of added guilt to the pile, though Lydia is loathe to admit it. She sits, fidgeting with her fingernails, off of which the polish has begun to flake and peel. She would have removed it sooner, but there's no real way to do so here, and so her poor nails suffer from lack of oxygen and unfortunate chippy red. )