#Starter: Lydia Martin

[elegancefandoms]

Lydia could feel her own heart breaking before she even spoke. She knew what she needed to do but wasn't sure if she had the strength to actually do it. The women had to leave to keep them safe. The banshee's reoccurring dream had taught her that much. However, it didn't make saying goodbye any easier. "This isn't working anymore, I'm sorry."

[isdeathlystill]

"....Please tell me you're joking."

[auburnscreams]

‘  i  get  my  news  from  the  only  reliable  source :  cryptic  symbolism  in  my  dreams .  ’

/ @haledwolf liked this post for a starter so here u go a kiss on the forehead for u, v.

[delicatestm]

        ❛  Are you implying that I shouldn’t trust you? ❜  

[heartsbreaking]

@thenightmareofyourdrems sent "I can tell you are pissed" / from stiles

"pissed doesn't even begin to cover it." lydia shook her head. "i specifically told you that going in there alone was a bad idea." she hadn't been able to come with him, or she would have, two people going in somewhere dangerous was better than one. "tell me it was worth it. you find anything?" they were looking for evidence of a former resident. unfortunately, the building had been condemned years ago. she'd been hoping that stiles would have listened to her when she said they didn't know what kind of state the building was in, whether there was lead or asbestos inside.

[violenthunted]

002, a hospital waiting room at 3 in the morning. norman ellison with lydia martin. @rihtual

a frown settles between her brows, heavy as a rain cloud on a clear sky. on the wooden chair of a deserted waiting room, she sits. knees drawn close and the sweaty palms of her hands pressed against her thighs. the first sign of a ghost haunting is the cold breath that escapes your mouth as if you had just smoked a cigarette. she remembers playing her way into adulthood, barely a child, breathing out all of the air available in her lungs so that she would look like the sophiscated french ladies on the tv. it used to bring her unadulterated joy, such an unfettered source of enjoyment. yet now, every time the condensation builds enough that it is visible, all the muscles in her body tense up.

words rest on her tongue, unmoving, and have done so ever since she laid eyes on his shifting silhouette. she cannot bring herself to push them out ; like a rat's nails on the metal bars of its cage, they squeak & squeal, and yet fail to be articulate enough so that they will be understood. you would think she'd be used to ghost stories by now, wouldn't you? everyone expects her to be. yet the taste of decay is still revolting, and for the major part of the last five minutes she has pretended not to hear or see him. bravery, it seems, always fails those who call for it.

"you're not supposed to be here." the accusation is soft as a feather, barely louder than a murmur. emerald eyes turn, only to capture his ; perhaps an attempt in making sure he is more than a mirage, hoping for a vision of a forthcoming death rather than the echo of one.

[htsdfferent]

@fatesalign for eli !

auburn brows lift at the sound of shuffling in the hall. green hues move from her laptop, as she offers a glance towards the noise. she knows he’s fast -- she knows he could easily sneak past her. ( sometimes she thinks he enjoys being caught. ) hand lifts from her keyboard and closes her computer, slipping it on the coffee table as she raises from the couch. arms cross over her chest as she steps in the hall, her eyes finding him. “going somewhere ?”

[makesmiistakes]

STARTER CALL. Like this post for a starter from Lydia Martin.

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[elegancepromos]

With the Teen Wolf movie coming out in a month I’d love to get some Lydia threads going. Click here to see my Lydia Martin starters.

[foundationbuilt]

@ac1nums liked for a starter

❝ Sometimes I feel like giving up. But I just can't. ❞

[brknghrts]

                 ❛ we were built to fall apart–– then fall back together, ❜ stiles said as he grabbed lydia's hands. ❛ are we in the clear yet ?? ❜ he whispered, leaning in, head resting on hers as he held her. // @ac1num

                                                ‧₊˚ 💔 ⋅𓂃 ࣪ 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭.

[elegancefandoms]

There was one thing Lydia knew for certain. When Beacon Hills came calling, she was always going to answer. Now she found herself back in her home town to deal with the latest series of mysterious things. It was weird being home, and yet somehow everything was familiar to her.  She walked between the graves in the graveyard, her mind on everything that they had lost over the years. Lydia saw movement out of the corner of her eye and looked up to see a familar figure. “Is it really you?” 

[isdeathlystill]

"No! Tonight we are not worrying about any supernatural bull! It is my birthday party and the number one rule is NO talk about werewolves.. Got it?"

[parrishflame]

He had been afraid of speaking with her, however, he was unsure why he had become hesitant. It had been some time since their last meeting, and he knew things had changed, moved on, of sorts. He however, was concerned that perhaps, he was not moving on as quickly as he had first hoped. His friends seemed to be making themselves known, moving with the towns progression -- he felt lost in it all. "Lydia." He called out, jogging to move to her side. A weak smile was given before he managed to speak. "I just, wanted to see how you are doing." @dreadstained

[writelikeyouarerunningoutof]

you passed out. ( lydia to kira. )

meme: miscellaneous angst starters status: accepting (from mutuals)

It is a slow blink of the eyes as Kira processes the other girl's words. She thinks she can see worry in Lydia's eyes, but they haven't known each other very long, and Kira's still trying to wrap her brain around the fact that apparently she passed out. "Oh." She sounds so intelligent, she knows. Her cheeks colour, and she rubs at them in embarrassment. "I'm sure it's nothing. Just. Tired?"

[toapaixonar]

@salvatoraes asked for a starter.

stefan salvatore is unlike anyone she has ever met. there is something about him, something lydia cannot quite pinpoint, but it is something that both intrigues and excites her, terrifies her and makes her feel drawn to him. it is also why she has been watching him at the grill. but then the waitress arrives with her order, distracting her for just a second, and suddenly he is gone, forcing the strawberry blonde to look around to try and find him. ❝ dammit! ❞ she whispers under her breath, grabbing her coffee mug and taking a sip.