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Date: 2014-03-07 06:07 am (UTC)
velveteenwolf: (Smug Jerk)
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: 2014-03-07 06:30 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (big green eyes)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
When he'd given her that speech, she'd laughed and told him the same thing she'd told Allison: she wasn't looking for a boyfriend, she was looking for a distraction.

Aiden is, when all is said and done, a monster, Jackson is gone, and Stiles, is well, Stiles. Lydia had it up to her neck with the lot of them, but then Peter Rumancek had shown up with that sexy scruff and the smart alec retorts. With those eyes, and god, his fingers...

Which makes what she has planned for him on a Friday evening that more exciting a prospect. She has to make sure she doesn't open the door to quickly, but once it's open and she leans in the doorway, arms crossed, it's hard to keep her pulse from picking up. It's not her heart. It's something lower.

"French tutoring again?" she asks casually. Lydia doesn't take French.

Date: 2014-03-07 07:04 am (UTC)
velveteenwolf: (I'm Not Sure About That)
From: [personal profile] velveteenwolf
It had made it easier, easier to fall into this, when she'd laughed him off. After everything that had happened, he's not sure he could have handled anything that even scented like romance. This is easier, the sexuality, touch, sensation, the feeling. Although he'd be a liar if he said she was just a distraction; he can't even play by his own rules.

"Well, if you're not busy." There's a smirk on his lips, a glint in his blue eyes. He doesn't take French either, which makes the ruse that much more amusing. Traveler that he is, he knows just about enough of any given language to get himself into trouble. "Je voudrais que vous."

It's a painfully simplistic construction of I want you, not as if that's in any doubt. But he says it in French, maybe showing off a little. It fits the roguish smile, and he lets his gaze slide over her, heated already with anticipation. He takes a step in, so he's in her space.

"You going to invite me in?"

Date: 2014-03-08 03:00 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (over the shoulder)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
She can't help but roll her eyes at him, and offers no invitation.

Instead, she hooks two fingers into the waistband of his jeans and tugs him inside, and more to the point, against her so she can kiss him.

Date: 2014-03-09 07:19 am (UTC)
velveteenwolf: (Oh Touch Me Twice)
From: [personal profile] velveteenwolf
Peter doesn't protest, not even a little. He lets her hands grab hold of his jeans and melts against her lips as she pulls him in and kisses him. His hands go over her shoulders, curling fingers in the bright coppery strawberry of her hair. He's eager, and she's warm against him. He's not even particularly surprised; Lydia is never exactly the patient type, and he likes that about her. She takes what she wants, but never in a way that has him feeling trapped. It makes it too easy to fall into touch again and again.

His fingers drag against the back of her neck, up to curl against the back of her skull, letting their lips meet. She's gorgeous and out of his league and it makes moments like this feel like he's stealing.

Date: 2014-03-14 05:31 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (Nap time)
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: 2014-03-14 05:34 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (amazed)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
Lydia is not so deep a sleeper that when he shifts about on the bed, even if it's not frantic or violent. The stroke of his fingers against her forehead brings a smile to her face, and though she doesn't open her eyes, she speaks, her voice husky from slumber.

"Are you staring at me again?"

Date: 2014-03-14 05:38 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (blue eyes-smug)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
"Maybe," he said, his voice soft. As he pulled his hand back, he let he fingers trail over he cheek and her jaw.

He settled back down into the bed, facing her. "Go back to sleep," he said, reassuringly.

Date: 2014-03-14 05:41 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (because the night)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
Her lashes lift slowly, and her vision is full of his face. "In a minute." she promises him, smiling sleepily. Her own hand lifts do mirror his gesture, her fingers brushing along his cheek and down his jaw.

"What made you wake up? Was it a dream?"

Date: 2014-03-14 05:56 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (You wanna say that again?)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
He moved his hand to rest gently over hers, before his fingers traveled gently over her arm. "I think so, but not one of the usual ones. I don't really remember it."

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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: 2014-05-11 06:37 pm (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (because the night)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
"Peter?" she peers at him in puzzlement upon opening the door. He looks positively...disheveled. He's normally scruffy, but this is a new level.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She reaches out and takes him by the arm, tugging him into the apartment. "Did you and Roman have a fight?"

Date: 2014-06-25 07:56 am (UTC)
singcuckoo: (Default)
From: [personal profile] singcuckoo

Date: 2014-06-25 02:33 pm (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (lydia loves math)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
[Lydia literally doesn't understand how anyone could not love math.

Numbers follow rules, and the rules never change, though new rules are always being discovered. Everything about mathmatics is ordered and knows its place. Lydia's life is riddled with uncertainty, but she knows she can always count on math to make sense.

Her mother was so proud when Lydia told her she'd gotten accepted into the special seminar for high school students to mix with college students at the local UCBH campus advanced classes for a week. Lydia is riveted by the numbers and symbols chalked out on the board, and when she is called on, advances to the front and applies the chalk to an equation with evident relish.]

Date: 2014-06-25 06:57 pm (UTC)
singcuckoo: (sulking)
From: [personal profile] singcuckoo
[Luke feels much the same way about math. Numbers are reliable- they don't bend themselves to your will, you have to do the right things to make them work. Music is a bit more flexible, but the underlying rules are still there. In a world where he can get anything he wants just by reaching out and taking it and nobody will mind, it's comforting.

Of course, that's what got him into university. He won't show up as registered in any classes, but any of his math and music professors would swear he's been here for... well, since the start of the year, at least. Yes, that's definitely right. He's a first year, he just looks young for his age. No harm in that!

He's sitting in the front row when the red-haired girl comes forward to do the equation, one of the high school students visiting this week. He looks a lot more like he belongs with them. She has to pass him to get by and her hand brushes his arm and he flinches. It's too fuzzy and indistinct, but there's more than one person there inside her head. That's not right. That's not right at all.]

Date: 2014-06-25 07:50 pm (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (the ditz act)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
[She accidentally brushes the young man's arm, and well, alright, he's kind of cute, so she flashes him a brief smile over her shoulder before turning her attention to the board. The professor wants to see the work, so Lydia begins to write, the chalk making gravelly noises as she presses it against the blackboard.

The math is behaving like it's supposed to, and it's almost so easy that Lydia can let her mind wander for a bit. Her hand moves automatically, her ears distracted by the way the chalk rubs against the dark surface.

It takes her a moment to realize that the professor is calling her name, and that some of the students are laughing. She has to step back from the board to realize why; while the equation is resolved correctly, underneath it in capital letters are the words

CUCKOO CUCKOO CUCKOO

A boy seated near Luke mutters to his neighbor, "I think she's cuckoo."]
Edited Date: 2014-06-25 07:51 pm (UTC)

Date: 2014-06-25 07:58 pm (UTC)
singcuckoo: (dangerous)
From: [personal profile] singcuckoo
[Luke is copying the equation and the way she works it out, but her hand keeps moving when she's done. When he sees what she's writing he jerks- not just a flinch- sending his notebook and textbook crashing to the floor. He picks it up with a muttered apology, not looking up at the board again.

Nobody knows what he is. Nobody can know, the very fact of what he is hides the truth. His reaction is instinctive, automatic- he reaches out with his mind to force her to accept his cover, to ignore him, to see him as harmless. It's hard to get a hold on her, though, it's like trying to hold a swarm of bees. But he just has to try harder, the colour bleeding out of his eyes and leaving them milky white.]

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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: 2014-07-22 12:20 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (colorful)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
Lydia Martin always throws the best parties.

It's been a month since Allison died, and of all things, it was Lydia's mother that encouraged her to throw the party. To celebrate life, she said, and because Lydia had pretty much hidden in her room most nights, focusing on studying instead of being out and about. What was the point, without Allison?

The party's going on inside. Lydia's done all the right things: got the DJ, there's plenty of food, and her mom was conveniently not home when the beer keg showed up. All the action is happening indoors though, and Lydia finds herself outside and alone, looking up at the moon.

Despite the chill in the air, she's seated on the lip of the pool, her bear feet in the blue water up to her ankles.

Date: 2014-07-22 03:53 am (UTC)
keepingwatch: (Mouth porn)
From: [personal profile] keepingwatch
Stiles is here in support of his friends, but mostly in support of Lydia, even if she isn't certain she wants or needs his support. He's not sure a party is the thing to do, but then he's not going to tell anyone how to grieve. He wanders, sticking mostly with Scott and Kira, always keeping an eye on the redhead responsible for the party. She's not gone long before he notices and goes in search of her.

He approaches cautiously, but making enough noise that he doesn't surprise her, that she can't tell him to go away before he invades her space. When she doesn't warn him away, he moves to the edge of the pool, removing his shoes and easing his bare feet in the water as well with a hiss.

"Cold water therapy. I hear it's good for a multitude of things, but you've gotta be careful. You need an anchor." He watches her as he speaks, silently offering to be the anchor for her that she was for him once upon a time, though he's hoping there's less death, submersion and drowning in this instance. He's kind of thinking it's an emotional thing.

Date: 2014-07-28 03:40 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (dirt not in a fun way)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
"An anchor?" she teases, "Or a tether?"

Her smile is weak though, and she lets her head hang forward, hair sliding to make a curtain that hides her face.

"This was a mistake." she admits.

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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

Date: 2014-07-29 03:47 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (amazed)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
The lake house has become Lydia's preferred locale for throwing parties, but even she gets tired of the crowd. She decides to leave them to their own devices and ambles down to the boat house and dock looking out over the water.

She senses someone approaching rather than sees them, and casts a look over her shoulder warily.

Date: 2014-07-29 03:54 am (UTC)
saturniapavonia: (on the outside)
From: [personal profile] saturniapavonia
"Fucking noisy." The quiet wilderness all around and a party right on the water to bounce and echo around. Granted the other houses look like they're awake the lights are on in the distance like fireflies.

It's just Roman Godfrey. His own family is 'camping' the way that people with property do in another location. May as well crash the party. The cherry of his cigarette brightens as he takes another inhale. His shoes clunk on the wood.

Date: 2014-07-29 03:57 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (smirk braid crown)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
"Hi, Roman." Lydia gives him a faint smile. She's used to seeing him loitering about, and it's neither the first nor the last time she expects him to crash one of her parties.

"If you burn down the boathouse my mother will have a fit."

She leans against the open doorway of the boathouse and watches him approach with a faint smile.

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