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“ well, how do i look? ” lydia

question prompts.

"You look beautiful, Lydia. You always look beautiful. You're smart enough to know that," Allison teased, unable to suppress her smile. "Your attempts at compliment fishing are getting so much worse."

#allison argent.

mainedilla

THE STRANGERS: CHAPTER 2 2025, dir. Renny Harlin

#visage.#:(((

chonidale

MAINTENANCE REQUIRED (2025) dir. Lacey Uhlemeyer

#visage.#suze simon.#nell crain.#girlies

scarletswitch

#visage.#scott mccall.#hanna marin.

niaoll

#visage.#jackson whittemore.#help

henryxdetamble

When sunlight hit his eyes, Henry groaned, rolling onto his back, the pounding in his head only moving with him. He so desperately wanted to fall back asleep, but fearing the nausea wasn’t just a hangover, Henry knew he had to wake up in case he travelled. Unfortunately, he was never allowed to be irresponsible for long. Forcing his eyes open, Henry noticed for the first time that he wasn’t alone. Long red hair splayed across his arm, and he squinted at the sleeping woman, trying to recall their night together. There were bits and pieces, enough to make him feel okay about it. He was confident they’d had a good time, even if they’d both wake to regret it. “Morning,” he greeted, noticing her stirring. Fuck, what was her name? He rubbed his eyes. “So… I’m an asshole, I’m sorry. What was your name again? I swear it’s L something, and now that I’ve said that, I’m worried that’s not even close. I just can’t fucking think right now.”

lydiamartnn

Despite the heavy drinking that'd occurred last night, Lydia woke up feeling oddly refreshed, although her eyes did struggle to adjust to the morning sun. She also had to spare a moment or two for recollection, trying to remind herself of how she'd ended up in a bed that wasn't her own. But it didn't take much time for her to come around, and she was soon sitting up, eyes narrowing in the direction of the man who'd taken her home. He was still handsome, and from what she remembered, they'd enjoyed eachother's company. It'd been nice to have a night where she hadn't been tortured by the voices in her own mind. "Hm, you are, but I won't take it personally, because I don't remember yours either," Lydia hummed, smiling at him in amusement. "It's Lydia. And you are?"

#interaction.#c: henry detamble.#february 2018.#help