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My dearest Wolfy, I wanted to wish you a very happy birthday. I adore you so much and I hope that your day is filled with love because you my dear deserve it. Happy Birthday!
sammy’s birthday 2k15
PRINCESS! my lovely and forever princess. oh how i miss you. thank you so much for the birthday wishes<3333
becauseofscott replied to your post:✎
;;and i enjoyed reading it
Certainly a pleasure. You’re quite the writer yourself. uwu
becauseofscott replied to your post:can kai just take the place of lily with the...
;;idk why but for some reason i’m hoping that he’s the one lily wants to bring back (i’m guessing that’s what that stone is for)
I’D LOVE THAT SO MUCH - i’m not going to get my hopes up but i just love his character so muCH
becauseofscott !! -- WANTED A STARTER
❝ evenin’ sweetheart, you ready to order? ❞
Her fingers lace with his, the comfort of his touch easing any of the remaining guilt she felt. Scott's not upset with her and that's all that matters. "Something happened though, it's only happened one other time. I think maybe whatever powers I have are growing." There's a few moments where Lydia doesn't say anything more instead she squeezes his hand. "I know you've been struggling lately — what's going on Scott? Is everything ok?"
“I’m fine.”
It’s rote by now, so automatic it tastes foul on his tongue. Even though she’s not a wolf, Scott knows she’ll be able to tell he’s lying; he’s never been a good liar anyway. “I’ll get it under control.” He doesn’t know if he’s talking about the breathing or the way the pack is bleeding through his fingers.
“But what do you mean? Growing how?”
"I do - I mean I know what he's going through. Being an harbinger of death isn't easy. You're not always in control." She glances at Scott and for a moment she feels guilt for not asking him to help her. "Hand to hand combat mostly."
He smells the guilt on her once she says it; it’s not overwhelming, but it’s there. He’s gotta admit, he would have liked for her to ask him, but he gets it. There’s something tying them together in a way they’re not, even though she’s pack and Parrish isn’t (yet).
Scott knew what he was right off the bat; the bite ensured that. Lydia and Parrish, they didn’t have that luxury. “Maybe one day you’ll get there,” he says, and he believes it. His hand comes to cover hers, fingers gripping tightly. “Actually, I know you will.”
They've both changed over the last few years; she knows that & suspects he does too. Now Lydia revels in the freedom of being herself, no loner having to hide. There's a pause before she answers. "I don't know. With training now -- it's not easy."
“You manage with - Parrish, right? He’s been teaching you? What sort of stuff?”
Scott’s smelled him on her more and more, finds he likes it. The pack makes the deputy strong, gives him a firmer grasp on what he is, what he will be. If he’s helping her, he approves. It’s not his place to dictate what she does, would never dream of trying (he’s not that kind of alpha). But he’d like to be in the know.
A wisp of a sigh escapes her as she sidles up beside him. "That's not what I meant. I know you feel guilty about a lot of things and while I respect you more than I care to admit you're definitely not flawless Scott."
“I know.”
That was kind of his point. It’s nice to hear, though, because he’s sort of really tired of this revered status some people have in mind for him. True Alpha.
“I’m so tired, Lydia.” Since now they’re on the topic. “How do you keep up with it all?” She’s so strong.
He doesn’t know how to tell her, not without it sounding pandering or weird. But she’s kind of been his hero, lately. This Lydia, who’s apparently been Lydia the whole time. But it’s hard to see the same person from sophomore year, from an age ago, eyes glinting over Jackson’s shoulder but mouth quiet on things that matter.
This is a new girl. Woman. (But she’s still the same, too.)
