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“Is there a reason you’re staring?”

#/most original starter i'm sorry #bewaresstarter

lolaquinnrp:

“Which I appreciate greatly, lyd.”

“Enough to buy me a coffee? I didn’t sleep much last night, so I could definitely use the pick me up.”

evolvedhale-derek:

Derek crossed his arms over his chest with the same signature sour look he normally wore, he wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not that Lydia had showed up. It normally meant something bad was coming but Scott was more the person she should be talking to if that was the case. “I come home to find that its being taken over by freaky doctors, that wouldn’t be what you want to see me about is it?”

Lydia could see the confusion written across Derek’s face. She didn't typically seek him out, let alone confide in him. But with the pack more distant than ever she hoped that he could help, especially with her not being able to track down Scott. He may be their alpha, but Derek was too once and she was running out of options. “What do you know about them? Something’s coming, Derek. It’s here, and Scott’s not ready for it, none of us are."

#x. conversation.#x. derek.#( i'll stay. )

lolaquinnrp:

“I… I dunno, sometimes people don’t. But thanks!”

“If I say I’m going to do something, I make sure I do it.”

#/this is the worst i apologise #x. conversation.#x. lola.

killingdoesntruninafamily:

“Lately I’m a bit jumpy” She took her hand to help Lydia to stand up “I don’t know what’s going on and I haven’t seen anyone in these few days”

“We’re all a little jumpy lately.” Lydia took Malia’s hand and pulled herself back up. “Thanks.” She was worried about the werecoyote, in fact she was worried about the entire pack. Normally, an occurrence like this strengthened their bond, but this time was different. They were all scared, Lydia could feel it whenever they were together - the fear and the anxiety hiding just below the surface. “I know, we need to figure this out together.”

#x. conversation.#x. malia.#( please stop hovering. )

wasted-bourbon:

Sitting at the bar Damon looked down at the blank paper in front of him, it was pretty much taunting him with its pure white daunting existence. Anything more he could think of writing down for Elena just seemed a bit depressing, why should she have to sit down and read that crap. He taps his pen against the bar, “I hate home assigned homework.” He mutters taking a large gulp of his drink.

“It just so happens that’s my forte. Maybe I can help?”

Lydia couldn’t help but overhear Damon muttering to himself about homework and her interest was sparked by the unusual image of him scrawling on paper with a drink next to him. “Firstly, a bar is without a doubt the worse setting for getting work done, and that bourbon isn’t going to be much help.”

#x. conversation.#x. damon.#/i'm not sure if they'd know each other?? but have this lame reply

lolaquinnrp:

“You came.”

“Why wouldn't I?”

#*tries to go with it and fails miserably*#x. conversation.#x. lola.

evolvedhale-derek:

“Just because the house burned down, doesn’t mean this is your personal playground.” Derek stepped onto the old Hale property and looked around casting a glaring look at the intruder, “Private property thing still applies.”

Lydia hated the old Hale property, even in broad daylight it sent chills down her spine. The ruins reminded her of Peter and a time she would rather forget. She jumped at the sound of another voice, but was visibly relieved when she saw Derek. He, on the other hand, didn’t seem too happy to see someone snooping around his old home, not that Lydia could blame him. “Actually, I was looking for you. You weren’t at home, so I thought I’d find you here."