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Date: 2014-03-07 06:07 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] velveteenwolf
They're like a couple out of one of those romcoms he pretends to hate. She's the beautiful genius and he's the scruffy, no-good, bad boy, although that's making it far too simple. Which had been his problem, really. He'd underestimated her when they'd first met. And that has been either one of the best or worst mistakes he's ever made. Lydia is hot, smarter than he is by a long-shot, self-assured, confident, and more than capable of out-sassing his bullshit. Which is pretty much to say that he'd never had a chance.

She reminds him of Roman in all the wrong ways, though he hasn't told her about him, yet. Hasn't talked about Hemlock Grove, although she knows that he's a werewolf -- given her friends, that was hardly even a secret.

Usually he slips in to school and no one notices or cares, but at Beacon Hills he ended up in a class with Scott, Isaac and Stiles and that meant his secret was out in about five minutes flat. That should have been the first sign, should have been reason enough to run, but he didn't. Didn't even mention it to Lynda, because he conned himself into that horrible self-delusion that it didn't mean anything.

But, maybe this time it was okay. Because in some strange way, he liked it here, liked whatever it was he'd carved out for himself. He knocks on her door, there under some shabby pretense of studying on a Friday night that he doesn't think anyone actually believes, but at least it keeps Lynda from asking too many questions. He didn't even bring his books, and he's grinning impishly as he stands on her doorstep.

He doesn't have a name for what they're doing, and she doesn't push. He still laughs sometimes when he remembers back to when he'd tried to give her his 'I'm not a good boyfriend' protest. Peter just doesn't have the willpower to keep people out of life, but she's amazingly uncomplicated. He likes how she smells, the feel of her skin against his. She makes it easy, and that's maybe the most dangerous thing about her. That and her green eyes.

Date: 2014-03-14 05:31 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
Jackson woke suddenly, in the dead of night. But for the first time in a long while it wasn't with frantic clawing toward consciousness into a cold sweat. There were no lingering images of terrible deeds. As he calmed, there was only a strange sense of being lost. Sitting up, he ran a hand over his face, trying to calm his mind.

Looking to the sleeping form beside him, he found exactly what he'd been looking for. A sense of peace. She didn't have to do anything. Just seeing her, being reassured that she was there with him was enough. He reached over and ever so gently brushed a lock of hair from her forehead, not wanting to wake her.

Date: 2014-05-06 06:15 am (UTC)
velveteenwolf: (Anxiety Tears at the Skin)
From: [personal profile] velveteenwolf
Most people seem to tell it to the network, share their sorrow with the world, and maybe he will -- later. But for the moment, there's only one person he can tell, only one person he wants to see, and this isn't the sort of thing that he can say over a video message, and so instead, he's knocking on the door of her apartment around dusk, hoping that she's home and hears him and that it's not Allison that gets the door.

He just... he needs to see her, needs to ask her what to do because Peter just doesn't know. He feels numb, cold in a way that eats at him from inside. He slept in Roman's bed last night, breathing his scent from the sheets as if that would change anything. He'd tried to ignore the ache of it for the first day, pretend that emptiness wasn't there. And then he'd checked and it had only confirmed what he'd already known.

That there was a Roman shaped blindspot missing from his life. His blue eyes are almost glassy, lost in way he hasn't been since he first showed up here.

"Lydia." Talking at the door, and his voice shakes as he speaks.

Date: 2014-07-21 10:16 pm (UTC)
keepingwatch: (Default)
From: [personal profile] keepingwatch




Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.

Date: 2014-07-29 03:28 am (UTC)
saturniapavonia: (a little blood)
From: [personal profile] saturniapavonia
Make up your mind
Decide to walk with me
Around the lake tonight
Around the lake tonight
By my side
By my side

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