❛ wait. can you . . . can you hear me ? ❜
for close to three hundred years he’d been alone, remembering so little of his life that it was almost as if he had never been alive in the first place. the black rocks had scourged his village. poisoned their water. brought decay upon their crops. sickness among their land.
but in the end, it was the sharp spike of a blade like crystal that did him in. growing from the ground much too fast to escape.
as his life faded, his spirit remained. there was no afterlife for him, no blissful reward or frightening damnation. not even the relief of nothingness. the rocks, with their destruction and magic, had cursed him. forever he was to walk alone in the world.
until now.
he looked at the girl with a strange curiosity, inspecting her for any indication that just maybe he had been mistaken and she was, in fact, also dead. but no. no she was very much alive.
❛ do you . . . do you . . . see me ? ❜
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“ i like this. this works for you. ”
and it was all familiar, too. the dark clothes, the make-up, the hair -- it could have been ripped straight out of her own high school yearbook photo. all this kid needed was some stupid tripp pants and an atticus t-shirt. though for her sake, maybe not... in a way, it was weirdly comforting.
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@nethergrl ; continued from here.
𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘, 𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. a puzzled look crosses her features for a moment, just a brief moment, as lydia wraps her arms ever so tightly around her waist, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨, a gentle smile and soft eyes quick to replace it. she wastes no time afterwards, wrapping her arms back around the girl, one palm cradling the back of her head, the other resting on lydia’s back. 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗯 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀, soothing in their motions.
❛ oh, sweetheart. ❜ she holds her close, like the mere act of a simple hug could somehow frighten away all the troubled thoughts that plagued the girl. a part of her, the logical part of her that she often suppressed, spoke to her, a taunting whisper stating that it 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, so she simply pushed it further and further into the back of her mind, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨.
❛ it’s okay, ❜ she spoke, truth etched into every syllable. ❛ that’s all in the past now, yeah? we take things one step — one day at a time. ❜ 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗸, gnawing worriedly. she was ever so worried about lydia, both the maitlands were, and she figured they both always would. lydia was like the daughter she had only imagined having, if she hadn’t been so terrified of the thought. but lydia was a good kid and she certainly didn’t deserve whatever thoughts were plaguing her poor soul right now, one that’s been through enough. she holds her closer. ❛ you know you can talk to us, right? about whatever’s going on in that brain of yours, ❜ 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.
❛ we’re here for you, and we love you. always. ❜
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