strange & unusual

lydia deetz || 21 || student Lydia is a bright young woman who takes special interest in the strange and unusual. Lydia loves taking photos, writing stories, and hunting cryptids. Lydia's friends are Beau "Beetlejuice" Jaeger + Rebecca Attacus. Part of Bleeding Hearts RP Group

[lydia-the-strange]

say-it-thrice

Beau groaned softly, arms seeming to act of their own accord and wrapping around to rest on the small of her back, fingers digging in and rubbing ever so gently to keep her close.

It was like a strange magic the way this felt. Electric and soothing, inferno and raindrops all in one heated package of want and wishes and yes please more.

Beau wished it could last forever, his Lydz in his arms, holding and touching her, lips of ocean and cotton candy and all good things in this world caressing his own.

Fuck he loved her.

Eager to be closer to him, Lydia closed the remaining space between them, crawling into his lap and kissing him hungrily. The tug on her heart that she felt whenever she thought about him loosened and relaxed, finally content here in his arms. 

The feeling of his arms around her made her feel safe and warm and she leaned into him, his body flush against her’s. Her arms wound around his neck and she straddled his waist. Her fingers curled around the fabric of his t-shirt which was soft and smelled of him. She sighed against his mouth, reveling in the feeling of his hands on her. It was better than she ever could have imagined.

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luminiousnoire

Rebecca smiled and then leaned into Lydia’s touch, she was grateful to have someone to vent to, and was happy enough to tell her that she didn’t know why Ash was acting that way… he just went off for no reason.

“Thanks Lyd, you’re always there for me. Yeah I guess he wasn’t meant to be, lucky you haven’t met him, right?”

Her blue eyes darted towards the pinky, as her smile grew despite her inner self feeling wounded, and weirdly sad. Her own pinky linked with hers and she let out a slight laugh, she tugged her pinky with Lydia’s.

“Thank you, I seem to attract them wherever I go… it’s pretty weird. It’s the same here you know.” She turned her head towards her, facing her. “You can count on me to protect you from assholes who want you to their manic pixie dream girl…”

A short sigh escaped Lydia’s lips as she contemplated whether or not to tell Rebecca that she had in fact met Ash. There was no reason not to, other than the fact that this was a sore subject for Rebecca and she didn’t want to cause her friend any stress.

But Lydia knew that honesty was an important part of any relationship. She swallowed and adjusted her position on the bed slightly, her head propped up on her hand. “I did meet him actually. I was by myself on that hill I like and his car broke down as he was passing by. Total cliche bad boy type, just like I thought. You deserve so much better than that asshat.”

[crystalcurses-deactivated201802]

the muses are ghosts // and sometimes they come uninvited

[lydia-the-strange]

say-it-thrice

“Because I was scared and stupid. I care about you so much Lydz… I was worried that if I opened my mouth you’d run and I wouldn’t make it without you… And, well… You deserve so much better than a bad-boy-goth-loser…” He said quietly, glancing down at his hands now in his lap.

It was true. She was dark and mysterious, like any good goth, but she had such a pure soul. He wanted to keep it safe, just as badly as he wanted to corrupt it, make it like his own, let her lead him out of his solitude and trashy lifestyle. Wanted her to give him a reason to be better.

“Hey...” Lydia gently touched his face, pulling his chin upwards to meet her eyes. “You are so much more than that...” She took his hands in her’s moved closer to him on the couch. “You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever known. You’re so kind and protective and warm and caring and...” she trailed off, eyes focused on his lips again before she slowly leaned in and pressed her lips to his again.

It truly was like magic, the way kissing him made Lydia feel. She reached up and touched his face again, her thumbs brushing over his cheekbones as she deepened the kiss. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t also worried what acting on her feelings towards him would mean. But here, sitting on this couch, kissing him, she wouldn’t dare take it back. Not for a second. 

[lydia-the-strange]

say-it-thrice

Beau couldn’t help blushing and nodding. He did. Almost every night. She and him on adventures, or just being together, quiet, in an ocean of stars.

“I do. I have since we met. I… You’re my best friend, Babes, but… I always wanted to be romantic too. To laugh and talk but also shamelessly make out on the couch…” He murmured, trying to explain that he wanted both worlds.

“How come you never told me?” she asked. If he had always felt this way had he just accepted their friendship as it was? If tonight hadn’t happened at all would they have just continued on like normal? Lydia had no idea he had feelings for her in that way. She didn’t even know she had felt that way until recently, the way a glance from him now stirred something in her she couldn’t previously explain. But he knew all this time? 

“If I knew, I would have...” she trailed off. She wasn’t sure what she would have done, had he told her way back when they first met. Would she have reciprocated those feelings even then? “I mean we’ve been friends for so long...” She wasn’t sure why she was picking at this. She knew very well that trying to explain it, discuss this was breaking the spell of pure bliss that had taken over the room minutes ago. But she couldn’t leave it alone. 

[lydia-the-strange]

say-it-thrice

Okay. That happened. He probably wasn’t hallucinating. If he was… Well he’d had worse. Her lips were so so soft… Softer than he’d ever kissed before. Tasted better too. All in all… Miraculous.

“ Wow…” He whispered, stroking her cheek, “that was even better than I dreamt…”

“You dream about me? About us?” she asked as she tucked her hair behind her ear. She wondered how long he had felt this way about her. Or any way about her. He was a flirt, she knew, so she always assumed he was teasing. But here he was telling her that kissing her was better than he had ever dreamt it would be. 

[lydia-the-strange]

luminiousnoire

She watched Lydia, a pensive look came over her face. A sigh escaped her mouth as she nodded, and swallowed. “It’s that guy, Ash.” A sudden sadness filled her chest it pushed froward, and she wondered if could treat it as a joke, it was just one kiss right? And a fight…

“We kind of kissed, and he randomly said out of thin air, ‘we can’t do this.’ And then it was this big thing where…” She rolled her eyes at the memory of him, in pure annoyance if anything. “I got bothered, because he was frustrated, I didn’t know why, he just… went off I guess, he literally gave NO explanation. He said ‘go back to you friend and cry about it.. ‘ or something like that..” She curled up her knees to her chest and shook her head. He was so annoyed.

She sat in silence for a moment, staring at Lydia’s bedspread. “I think there might be somebody else, he might love some other girl.. i’m not a sidechick, he knows that.”

Lydia couldn’t hide the look of disappointment that colored her features. As much as she had been concerned for her friend when she had first mentioned Ash, after meeting him, Lydia had thought that he might be an alright guy. It appeared he really was just the bad guy douche bag she had pegged him as. 

Lydia rubbed Rebecca’s arm comfortingly. “He’s an asshole,” she said decidedly. “And he has no idea what he’s missing. If there is another girl she’s not nearly as amazing as you are.” She smiled reassuringly.

“I promise you I’m not gonna let that asshole, or any asshole, hurt you again, okay? I’ve got your back.” She laid down beside her friend, offering her a pinky. “I pinky promise you.” 

[lydia-the-strange]

say-it-thrice

Beau was a new shade of red undiscovered by artists, the way she stared so hungrily at his lips driving him up a wall. He had basically never prided himself on restraint, and now… Well.

He cupped her cheeks, thumbs roving the bones and blush and beauty.

“Stop me…” He murmured, lips parted ever so slightly as he pressed them to hers.

A sudden warmth consumed Lydia and she melted into him. Her heart hammered in her chest, lips pressed against his. She didn’t want to think about what this would mean in the morning, what it would mean for their friendship or their future together. All Lydia wanted in that moment was to be as close to him as possible.

Her hands made their way into his hair, curling gently around strands. His taste was intoxicating and she felt even more light headed than she had before, if that was even possible. She pulled away to catch her breath and met his glance. His eyes were bright like stars and Lydia’s breath caught in her throat. She stayed quiet, feeling like speaking would ruin this magical feeling that caused her heart to flutter like a bird in a cage. She lowered her hands so that they rested on her shoulders, looking away as her cheeks colored a dark red. 

[lydia-the-strange]

luminiousnoire

Rebecca stood there as Lydia gawped at her, she could only give a slight smile as she took her invitation to go inside, she turned around to wards her, eyes dullish looking, and worn out. “Lyd, I did something stupid and now I regret it.” Hopefully Lydia wouldn’t chide her, or eyeroll at her mistake.. if it was a mistake in the first place.

She trudged upstairs to her bedroom, and hoped it wouldn’t be too intrusive as she’d done it a thousand times, and she didn’t want her Aunt to hear if she was home about Rebecca’s liaison. “I’m sorry for barging in, I didn’t want anybody to hear it, if your aunt was home especially.”

She settled in Lydia’s bed, laying back and closing her eyes, enjoying the smell of incense of some kind in her room. “Drinking isn’t a good idea, apparently… did you know?”

Lydia sat at the foot of the bed, watching her friend with concern. “What happened, Rebecca?” She didn’t like seeing her friend this way. Whatever happened must have been pretty bad.

“You don’t have to worry about Barb, she won’t be home for awhile,” she assured her. She placed a comforting hand on Rebecca’s leg. “It’s just you and me, okay? And I’m here for you, whatever you need. Just tell me what happened.”

Hopefully it wasn’t some scummy guy. If it was, Lydia had no problem taking care of it. Whoever hurt her friend was gonna have Hell to pay. 

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[lydia-the-strange]

say-it-thrice

He blushed lightly, shrugging.

“I don’t really remember where I picked it up… But… Mine are boring,” he murmured. Though in all actuality, he had yet to actually examine them. Looking closer, he saw that his love and life line were nearly identical to her own, which was very interesting. His career was very pronounced, which was interesting for someone stuck in two part-times.

But that could wait. She was watching him, the moon and stars in her eyes, and he couldn’t break away.

A silence fell over them as Lydia stared into his eyes, mesmerized. Her mind drifted back to the fantasies she had imagined when she was alone in the clearing. The things she imagined she would tell him... she’d lay her heart out for him then and there and he would take her into his arms and... It had all felt so real, his lips, his touch, even his taste was so vivid in her imagination. And then he was there! He was in the clearing, reaching out for her, asking if she’d missed him.

Lydia’s eyes slowly lowered, fixating on his lips, slightly parted. Maybe if she thought about it hard enough, she could make her fantasies come true, as she had summoned Beau to the clearing. Her eyes met his again, now dark with want. Kiss me she thought. Kiss me...

[lydia-the-strange]

say-it-thrice

He smiled and chuckled softly, turning their hands so he was holding hers. He traced the horizontal line closest to her fingers.

“This is your heart line. It’s long and deep. You are passionate and kind, and you will have a deep, forever love…”

He moved to the next horizontal line.

“This is your head line. It tells a bit more of the logical bits of your personality. You’re creative and majorly intelligent.”

Moving to the line that turned down next to her thumb, he smiled and kissed her palm.

“Your lifeline. You are an old soul. Deeply connected to your spirit.”

To the next verical line.

“Your fate line, sometimes called the career line. You’ll end up inna fairly lucrative career. Or one that you love deeply. Depends on how the wind blows I guess…”

He finished and glanced back up with a small smile.

“Pretty awesome for you.”

Lydia’s eyes widened in surprise and wonder, her smile widened with excitement. “That’s incredible...” She looked down at her palm, studying the lines herself in fascination. She smiled up at him warmly. “How’d you learn to do that?” 

She reached forward and took his hand in her’s again, eyeing his palm once more. “I wish I could read your palm.” She traced her hand over his love line and glanced up at him, folding her hands around his. 

[lydia-the-strange]

say-it-thrice

He sighed. He would have to have words with the lumberman. If nothing else about decreasing the potency for her (and maybe trying some out himself).

“Of course I’m worried, Lydz. You’re my Babes, right?” He murmured, holding her hands gently. She was all he had, really. Her and a bunch of snakes (and Penny).

“That’s sweet,” she sighed. Se ran her thumbs idly over his knuckles, her eyes downcast as she bit her lower lip. She felt light, like she could float away, her heart already in her throat. 

She lifted one of his hands, tracing a finger over the lines on his open palm. “You know there are people who can read palms? All these little lines mean something. I wish I could do that.” Lydia brought his hand closer to her face, having a little trouble seeing the lines in the dimly lit living room. 

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@lydia-the-strange

Rebecca trudged through the grassy filed that led to Lydia’s place, sighing and staring at the heaps of moss below her. It had been yesterday evening when she had the almost fight with Ash, not to mention that kiss they both shared, she could still taste him, and smell him.. like strong beer, and some cologne she couldn’t name. 

She knocked at her door, and hoped somebody would answer, Lydia wasn’t in class so she prayed that she was in, and not interrupting anybody. She adjusted her pinafore, it was itchy, everything felt kind of weird today.. maybe it was just because of the turmoil of last night, she’d woken up with a HUGE hangover, and she couldn’t get him out of her head. 

[lydia-the-strange]

I put a spell on you... and now you’re mine.... Lydia sang quietly to herself as she tapped away at her laptop, finally making progress on the story she was writing for her creative writing class. She almost didn’t hear the knocking at the door, too absorbed in the little world she was creating. She lifted her head, eyeing the front door from her seat on the couch, frowning slightly as she stood to get the door.

Who could it be? Her Great Aunt Barb wasn’t due back until much later that day and they very rarely had visitors. She opened the door to find Rebecca standing on her doorstep. She smiled in greeting until she noticed her haggard appearance. It looked like she hadn’t slept. “Rebecca you look terrible,” she said with concern. “Come in, come in!” She opened the door wider to let her friend in, forehead creased with worry.

[lydia-the-strange]

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Beau blushed darkly, getting a bit concerned for his Babes

“Who gave you the weed, babes? How much did they give you?” He asked, feeling her forehead. She was really out of it now…

Lydia frowned slightly and leaned away from him before placing her hand on her face. 

“I got some from Ash. It wasn’t that much. I’m fine just tired is all.” She smiled suddenly, looking at Beau from underneath her eyelashes. “Are you worried about me? I can take care of myself you know...”

[radfempeletier]

Couple goals

[lydia-the-strange]

say-it-thrice

Beau nodded, coming back with some calming tea for her, and brownies.

“It was a mama. We got her to her babies and back into the swamps,” he assured her gently, “but I don’t think it would have stayed still enough for pics.”

Lydia gratefully took the tea from him, sipping on it carefully as she leaned back into the couch. She exhaled slowly, beginning to feel a little drowsy, the weed taking a greater effect on her after the walk back to the house. 

“Well that’s good,” she said. “I’m glad she made it home.” She smiled warmly at Beau. “You’re so good with animals,” she said admiringly. “Such a good heart...” she trailed off, her eyes lingering on his chest before she reached out and placed a hand over his heart.