“I'm Peter,” he holds a hand out for her to shake, but she doesn't take it.
“And I'm not going to tell you my name,” she gives him her brightest smile.
The disappointed pout he gives is both amusing and a smidge terrifying. “I'm not sure if your parents are truly horrible people, or if that's an invitation to see you again.”
Terrifying and clever.
I really love the half AU this is in. Tattoos pop up on peoples skin and they hold some meaning and it is actually perfect. I love the idea!
A pipe organ, perhaps, playing ominously in the background like in a black-and-white horror movie. The kind you aren’t really afraid of anymore, just find vaguely disturbing with the memory of fear it used to cause you when you were a child.
This is what Peter is to Lydia now: an echo. Of fear, maybe, of the macabre that her life used to be.
There is no pipe organ, and no Phantom of the Opera soundtrack. No, when Lydia climbs the stairs leading to the Hale house, what she hears is a piano playing in the background. It’s nothing she can recognize, and Lydia knows a lot about classical music, just as she knows a lot about everything. And since she can’t place it, and since the Hale house she’s just entered isn’t a burned-down shell, she knows it must be another of her dreams. Too realistic to be just that, but still not real.
Or so she prefers to think.
Of course when she walks into the room, there is no piano. There is hardly anything, really, apart from Peter and his smirk, which in Lydia’s book is a presence of its own.
“Why are you in my head again?” Lydia asks, pausing in her steps.
“I was never in your head,” Peter says.
The music is louder here, just on the verge of comfort. Lydia knows it’s futile, but can’t stop herself from looking around. There are no speakers, either. “Don’t lie. Remember when I was sixteen?”
She remembers. In vivid detail.
“I wasn’t in your head, Lydia,” Peter insists. “You were in mine. You are in mine, right now, as we speak. You’re inviting me in, not the other way around.” When Lydia says nothing, just looks at him with wide eyes, Peter lets his smirk twist into a downright leer. “How does it make you feel?”
The answer is: in control. She doesn’t know how she’s inviting Peter in, but it’s her doing, not him forcing his entry.
“This hasn’t happened in quite some time,” Peter muses, taking a step towards her. “What do you want from me, Lydia?”
Lydia tries to find a suitable reply, preferably one just as cryptic as most of Peter’s are, but she can’t concentrate with the music saturating her thoughts. Now she’s almost sure it’s not a piano, but something else–
When she pays attention again, Peter is standing that much closer to her. “Until you’re ready to figure this out,” he says, and takes her hand, spins her around in a forced, somewhat graceless pirouette.
Until she’s ready to figure it out – or to admit that she’s already done it – she dreams, and she dreams of dancing.
Actually I was hoping for a physical description. (None of the sites I've checked so far have one, just her background & history.
Honestly I couldn't really tell you. If there is any description of her physical appearance I would look in Small Favor for it. I think that's the book she plays the biggest role in. I will try to look through the book sometime this week and make a post about it. Sorry I'm not much help, but I have a horrible memory for details like that.
