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allison.

Allison took in her words and looked at her confused for a second, before her eyebrows furrowed and then she let out a nervous laugh. “Lydia… what are you talking about? if you lost me you could have just called me, I would have caught up with you guys…” she said, clearly misunderstanding what her best friend was trying to tell her, or facing blatant denial of what she was really hearing from her. “I don’t remember… what are you talking about?” 

HER THROAT WAS DRY, every swallow felt like sandpaper scratching against its surface. furrowed brows as she begins to shake her head, allison didn’t remember. while lydia had delivered the news of death before, she had NO IDEA how to phrase it to tell her back-from-the-dead best friend that she’d endured such a thing. nimble fingers reach out, finding the brunette’s hands as she clasped her fingers around them. “junior year, the oni, stiles being possessed by the nogitsune .. “ the words are soft, awaiting her companion to suddenly perk up as she’s reminded of these things. “i was in trouble, YOU came to save me, but in the process they -- “ images flash in her mind, all too crystal clear as though brought back to that exact night. while the banshee hadn’t actually seen it happen, the feeling in her chest was one she was unable to rid of since that night. the hollowness that suddenly formed, the devastation as though she felt the drive of the sword pierce through her as it did allison. the S C R E A M like one she never allowed to escape her before. “you died, allison.” fingers clutching her friends that bit tighter. “in scott’s arms you .. “ head falls, gaze unable to look at the brunette as tears began to. spill over her cheeks once more. 

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malia.

“you should come with me when we get out of here. we both know we could use a holiday,” malia glanced briefly over at lydia, giving her a rare smile before turning back to the scenery in front of them. “do you have any ideas?” lydia was always the one with the plan after stiles but it seemed that stiles would be no help to malia at this point, “stiles doesn’t know me. that’s weird,”

THE EQUIVALENT of a soft laugh escapes her lips, the idea of going on a holiday almost seemed absurd with all that went on in their lives. “knowing my luck i’d get as far as the airport and get a call to come back to beacon hills for whatever new evil decided to target our little town,” lips matching the smile that malia had offered her way, “not exactly,” the banshee confesses, exhaling a small breath of disappointment. “we all wound up here, without explanation, and stiles --- stiles thinks we’re about to go through senior year again,” green hues raising to her companion. “and our friend allison is back,” the last part was still hard to even get her head around. “none of those things add up at all. erased memories, dead coming back to life --- it’s nothing we’ve encountered before.”

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stiles. ( @tacendias​ ) 

OVERWHELMING WAS ONE WORD for how the last few days had felt for the redhead femme. between the appearance of stiles, isaac, now malia -- and the MIRACLE that was allison being back ?? lydia’s brain was ready to implode entirely, unable to find a moment to relax. truthfully, she wasn’t even considering where she was going until she wound up at stiles’ door. as though, some sort of faith or connection dragged her there. like she KNEW if anyone could soothe her crowded mind it was the lanky male himself. so there she stood, late hours of the night, looking entirely the opposite of the lydia martin people knew -- messy curls and dark eyes, claid in a pair of pajamas. “i can’t sleep,” words roll off her tongue, paired with a guilty look across her features. “i keep thinking about .. about everything and, ALLISON.” hand coming up to push through fiery curls, sucking in her lower lip for a brief moment of thought. “she doesn’t remember anything, i -- “ the mere thought of her best friend causes a quiver in her tone, shaking her head as though to dismiss this. 

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malia.

malia was not a fan of change and never really embraced it with open arms but rather with a snarl and a glare. the last time she had a massive change happen in her life was when stiles and scott had made her stop being a full time coyote and be a human again. that took a lot of her enegry and she wasn’t keen on re-doing it. the werecoyote crossed her arms over her chest as she scanned the surrounding area, “i don’t like this. if i wanted to go somewhere for a new start, it would have been paris.” 

“AND I’M SURE PARIS would love to have you,” the strawberry blonde expresses, hands clasping together before her. lydia didn’t need banshee instinct to tell that malia was uncomfortable in the current situation, being stuck in an unknown town that none of them asked to be in. the frustration practically radiated off of the werecoyote, warranting teeth to momentarily dig into her lower lip thoughtfully. “for now, though, we need to figure out how we’re going to escape this place.” voice somewhat soft, as though a pathetic attempt to soothe the opposing girls concerns about the unfamiliar surroundings.

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elijah.

OPEN STARTER 

It had been a long few days filled with very emotional returns to parts of Elijah’s life that had hit the extremes of sadness and elation, so he was glad to have the moment of reprieve, standing by one of the look out points that had seemed empty, looking out at the pristine view just to process what had been going on in his life, and his death that he should have a second chance like this to simply stand there and take the view in. He remembered his siblings, and while they had complicated relationships it was in the quiet moments that he longed for the chaos that the Mikaelsons brought with them whenever they were together. He missed Rebekah tattling on Kol, and even the outbursts of Klaus’s temper tantrums. 

His peace was interrupted when he heard footsteps approaching him, chuckling to himself as he heard even the breaths of the person who had joined him in his quiet spot. “I don’t suggest sneaking up on someone on a gravel path.” he said smoothly, not even turning to face whoever it was. 

THE ICONIC ACCENT IS TOO RECOGNISABLE, ringing in bonnie’s ears as she approached the end of the path that took her toward one of cherryville’s most gorgeous sightings. it was the first time she’d been there with someone else present, it was a safe space. somewhere to clear her head, to talk to the ghosts of her past where no one could hear her. “bold of you to assume i’m sneaking up on you,” the bennett witch states, voice loud enough that it would echo to him from the small distance between them. though there is no bitterness to her tone, if anything there’s an underlying of amusement. bonnie knew better than to try and sneak up on an original in the noisiest park of cherryville -- not that she had any desire of doing it anywhere in the town. “nice to see you’ve taken a liking to my usual thinking spot,” finally, the femme is caught up to where elijah was stood, dark hues raising to glance over him. another ghost from christmas past makes an appearance, and yet still no sign of the ONE person she had most desire to see.  “contemplating life now that you’ve been given the chance to live again?” single brow quirking upward as she inquires so, her own gaze shifting to that of the view before them.

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serena.

Serena originally did not care much for the details of what happened the night she ended up in Cherryville. Typical Serena Van Der Woodsen behavior, she thought to herself. Now that people were starting to show up randomly here though and completely freaking out about how they arrived, the blonde thought perhaps it was time to be more concerned. The pieces of that night were blurry but had started coming back to her every so often. Sometimes she’d go for a walk and end up in a particular spot in town where she’d get a flashback of her stumbling around there last week. What happened in Manhattan was the larger mystery, and though part of Serena knew there was probably someone she had seen that night who could help her she was also afraid to call. She’d been avoiding him out of fear he’d figure out where she was and come. And apparently he could read her mind, as her cellphone started ringing with the restricted number just as she thought about him. 

“I told you to stop calling me!” The usual bright Serena was now yelling into her phone, furious as ever. “How many more numbers am I going to have to block? Leave me alone!” She hung up the phone angrily and let out a deep sigh. Frustration took over as she tossed the phone away from her with full force, only realizing afterwards that she just narrowly missed someone’s head. “Oh my god!” Serena put her hand over her mouth. “I am so sorry. Are you alright?”

IT WAS RUDE TO EAVESDROP , lydia was more than aware of such. the banshee would hate to think someone would stand around and listen to her speak on the phone like the blonde had been. albeit, there was something in her tone that warranted the redhead to remain lingering, awaiting the call to end as though to check in and make sure everything was alright with the femme she’d bumped into before. coffee cup had come to her lips when suddenly a phone came in her direction, warranting lydia to duck her head immediately, almost emitting a sequel in shock. “no, no it’s fine,” the femme states, leaning back upward, slender fingers of her free hand coming to fix fiery red curls, a sympathetic smile passing over her features. “i shouldn’t have been standing around eavesdropping, karma’s a bitch, huh?” sarcasm clear in her tone of voice, taking a step toward the blonde. “is everything .. okay ?? ” now there’s a small furrow between groomed brows, head tilting to one side. sure, serena owed her nothing of an explanation, they’d barely interacted and from what lydia could judge the blonde surely had close friends of her own. albeit, the thought of someone being in distress and doing nothing about it felt far worse than sticking her nose where it might not be wanted. “things seemed a little intense.”

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allison.

“Of course I’m here, silly. It is a coffee shop, you had to know you’d find me in this small town eventually,” she said, furrowing her brow as she saw how emotional Lydia was getting. What had she missed? Something clearly, judging by the way that her best friend was acting. Allison was confused, but she gladly accepted the hug anyway and hugged Lydia back just as tight, thinking that would be it, until she could feel her left shoulder getting damp with Lydia’s tears, confirmed by the way that she was breathing. “Hey… hey, Lydia… what’s wrong? Did something happen? Are you okay? Tell me what’s wrong…”  

IT WAS LIKE A DREAM being in allison’s arms again. lydia swore that if she ever got the chance to see her best friend again by some miracle, the first thing she’d do was hold her tight. allison came to save her, the night she died -- and lydia never got to thank her for that, or to apologize for being the reason she lost her life at such a young age. the redhead felt to blame for her death. sniffling against the taller femme’s shoulder, brows come to a furrow as she finally picks up on what her companion was saying, the confusion in her voice toward lydia’s reaction to seeing her. it’s then, teary-eyed does she pull away from her friend. “allison you -- “ lips part, but the words refuse to spill over her lips, features clearly falling to expose her perplexed state. “we lost you and you, you’re here again.” the femme reminds her, in the most gentle tone she can muster up, green hues carefully scanning over the brunette’s features. “you ... you remember, right ?? ”

[fairytaling]

I’m not like you guys. I don’t have claws, or glowing eyes, or super senses.

I just have voices in my head.

[careforbesdaily]

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👻 Lydia

👻 for something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

the idea of losing stiles again terrifies her, after everything that had happened with the ghostriders, it’s left her more worried about him than ever.the whole being a banshee thing is pretty disturbing in itself, between the voices that scream out in her mind to being able to actually feel death ( especially if it’s your own best friend who’s dying ). although, she’d never let on too much that it kept her up at night, it’s important to her to seem strong. 

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets

🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret

🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret

🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs

🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist

🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist

❤️- For a secret crush

📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like

👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

🏹- For a talent they wish they had

👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)

🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

❓- Free Space! Ask them about a specific secret!

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josie.

resentment couldn’t be the word, could it? maybe being selfish was the cause of her not wanting to leave and if she dare say, not wanting her family to find her. the saltzman’s were complicated, josie knew that first hand and mixed in with the parker she and lizzie brought to the table, it seemed like their dynamic was anything but what josie hoped it’d be at this moment in her life. “ oh, ” is her reaction to knowing bonnie had settled down in another town while she was under the impression she had been traveling but josie knew she wasn’t owed an explanation. she knew the sacifices bonnie made for her town, she knew stefan salvatore had took katherine down with the hellfire bonnie had controlled. she knew bonnie at least deserved something in town dedicated to her, like matt’s bench or the salvatore school. she had been the unsung hero, of course she’d want to leave and figure out the next step in her life. josie wasn’t sure if she could bare do those things herself if times required it. “ you don’t need to explain it to me, aunt bonnie. you deserved to move away and find whatever made you happy. ” was that what josie was trying to do now? move away from her sister and her parents and find the person she would become? who even would she be if she hadn’t needed to look out for the people around her? at the offer of housing, josie finally looks up, eyes wide as she tries her best not to make it seem like she needed a home. “ no it’s… it’s okay really. i wouldn’t want to be a burden or something. ”

IT’S MERELY A WORD but an ‘oh’ echoes from between josie’s lips in response toward her confession of having moved to cherryville. alas, it’s as though she can hear the disappointment in her voice, considering bonnie had told her friends and family elsewhat rather than her actual circumstances. for some reason, it felt worse confessing this to josie than it could’ve for the likes of caroline, or elena. maybe it’s because she was so young when bonnie first parted ways with mystic falls, maybe it was the bond she withheld with the young witch that made it sting. never, ever, did she want the brunette opposed to her to think of it as abandonment, it was just bonnie making a selfish move. for once, doing something for herself and not taking time to consider the consequences, or who she was truly leaving behind. lips part as though she’s about to expand on her explanation, to ramble onward, that is when josie cuts her off before she can even allow a word slip past her lips. her words bring RELIEF to the older witch, eyes momentarily falling shut as lips upturn into a ghost of a smile. she needed to hear that more than her companion would ever know, to validate that what she was doing was okay. for once it was okay for bonnie bennett to put herself first. a single hand stretches forward, clasping josie’s within her own at the latter statement. “you are not a burden,” she reassures, a seriousness to her tone even in the softest of voice. “not to anyone, and especially not to me.” eyes finding that of her younger companions, “you hear me ??” hand giving the smaller one a squeeze. “so, we’ll grab some food and get you settled in with me, it’s nothing special but it’s a home. if anything, we can keep eachother company until this all unravels itself, okay  ??”

[celestiallglow]

i hope. (inspired)

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@tacendias

[kendalsroy]

[ofhalycons]

“I’m here to help save my best friend.” 

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stiles.

     hearing her voice soothed him, it calmed him like it always had. there was just something about lydia martin that had a calming affect on stiles and she seemed to be the only. ( besides his dad ) even though the words that came from her mouth weren’t reassuring, he still felt a sense of calmness wash over him. “ yeah, i don’t think i would even know how to deal with a break. we’ve been through so much in such a short time if things suddenly slowed down i would be on edge more than i already am. ” believe it or not, it was the truth and that makes the male let out a dry laugh. “ it’s worrying me, lydia. it’s worrying me that i have no idea if scott is okay or my dad. how did we end up here but not them ? something about it just doesn’t add up. ” brown eyes move back to the red heads face when she claims to feel something. her instincts were never wrong, not once. if she felt something, he knew it was real. “ what do you feel ? death ? ” brow raised as he asked the question, reaching forward to grab her hands, giving them a gentle squeeze. “ nothing bad is going to happen, lydia. we never let bad things win, right ? ”

“AND LORD KNOWS WE CAN’T HAVE THAT,” the redhead can’t help but respond with in reference to stiles being more on edge than he usually was, managing to pull a smile onto her lips even in the most worrying times. he was yet to fail at doing so. albeit, as quick as it’s there it disappears as conversation turns back to that of their current circumstances, a furrow formulating between groomed brows as he expresses concern over scott, and his dad. there’s an instinct feeling that comes over her, as though she felt the need to reach out and grasp his hand for comfort, fingers twitching by her side as the thought passes. the last thing she needed was for stiles to spiral, concern easily overwhelmed him when it came to those he so dearly cared for, lydia felt it necessary to try and reassure him in these trying times. “when have they ever not been okay ?? think of everything they’ve endured over the last couple years, how much evil we have fought off, they’ll survive just fine without us while we try and figure out what’s going on here.” a larger set of hands grasp hers, momentarily stealing her gaze to focus on that rather than the lanky male before her. “i don’t know what it is,” she’s almost embarrassed by this, considering how long it’d been since lydia had first discovered her abilities. “do you remember that motel we stopped by in junior year, the one that made scott, boyd and isaac hallucinate ??  it’s a feeling like that.” is the only way she knows how to describe it, green eyes finally raising to meet that of his as he reassures her nothing bad will happen. she can’t help the way her hands squeeze his in return, slowly beginning to nod her head along with his words. “i really hope you’re right.”

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allison.

Allison couldn’t really go too long without coffee so it was a safe bet to find her at the coffee shop in town seeing as they were all new to this place and something familiar seemed like the perfect thing to get her through the day. She was almost inside the store when she heard Lydia calling for her. Turning, she grinned as soon as she saw her best friend. “There you are!! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” she said, closing the door and focusing all her attention on to Lydia. “Where have you been?! I swear it felt like I’ve been going crazy not seeing anyone from home for so long–” she could see an unfamiliar look in her best friends eyes and it made her pause her commentary about missing her, “— Lydia? What’s wrong?”

THE MOMENT ALLISON TURNED and lydia was brought face with the all too familiar features that made up her best friend she can feel pin-prickling at the back of her eyes. for once, lydia martin had been rendered SILENT. green hues unable to stop themselves from starring, watching the brunette rant on about missing her, that she was searching for her redhead companion. overwhelmed is a word that comes to mind, part of her is still considering this could all be an illusion. had she done the same as lenore from canaan ?? wishing for someone so bad that they appear before her, seemingly alive and well. “allison you’re -- you’re here.” her voice is almost inaudible, a lump burning in her throat as she tried to refrain from shedding the tears begging to flow over her waterline. her next movements are without thought, the emotions of seeing her best friend in the flesh again taking entirely over warranting the petite redhead to launch forward and grasp allison into her arms. whatever it was felt REAL, which only caused lydia to tighten her grip around the brunette. “you’re really here.” barely a whisper as she buries her face into the femme’s shoulder, partially to hide the tears that had spilled down her cheeks.

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effy.

oh, two could play at that game. and effy was never perfect with manners, but she could always act as if she had them prettily enough. she’d found her way through many a year utilising that skill. head tilting, lips coated with a poison of a smile, she heard out what they had to ask .  “i could. perhaps.” she stated. she’d come to know the little place to a fair extent in bored wanderings, half taking place at extreme hours of deeply early morning or late at night. “it turns out even the quaintest little towns want to throw out some education”. voice laid-bare as if the fact could come across as a surprising one, before a chuckle followed her words. 

"QUITE THE ACCENT YOU HAVE THERE,” lydia expresses, light hues draw over the girl she now stood opposed to, a single groomed brow cocked up her forehead. bright red curls fall over her shoulder as she tilts her head given the femme’s initial statement, as though she’s awaiting her response of the original question. alas, it doesn’t come and she’s met with a ‘perhaps,’ before her newfound companion takes interest in her own somewhat judgemental comment about the little town. “i didn’t want to assume too much of such a place,” the banshee decides upon, hand gesturing animatedly to their surroundings. “but i do apologize if i offended somewhere you call ‘home’.”