everything was perfectly fine, or so lydia thought --- until her semi-peaceful study session was literally shattered. amplified to the highly sensitive banshee, the violent cacophony of fragmentalized glass shocked her with another wave of hyperacusis. instantaneously dropping her highlighters & covering her ears to mute the painful frequency, an IRRITATED banshee takes a moment to recover before marching into the next room in her designer heels. another one of hardin’s meltdowns, surprise surprise. it could’ve been much worse, so she’s more dismissive than nettled at first --- until he crosses a line. ❛ first of all, i hope you’re prepared to pay for that. and second, you seriously need to brush up on the supernatural lore. banshees predict death, meaning they actually watch over the LIVING. do i look like persephone, queen of the underworld ? ❜ sage hues narrow indignantly, arms folded across her chest as she stares at the crystallized mess all around him & back up at the angry boy. ❛ now, what’s got you triggered this time ? ❜
♡ @betdefined / continued
