who tells your story
Lydia is ten when she starts dreaming of the…girl. Woman? It isn’t clear how old the girl is, or rather, the girl appears at various ages in various dreams.
Sometimes the girl is young, a toddler scrambling through underbrush, entangling in the leaves and bramble as her family gives friendly chase. Dirt on red cheeks and twigs in wild hair. Innocent smiles as she catches her breath.
Sometimes she’s older, surrounded by younger siblings that clamber all over her, until she collapses under the weight of their enthusiasm as they beg for warm cuddles on chilly nights where the air nips at exposed skin.
Sometimes she’s not human. Eyes that flash in different colors – red is alphamothersafetypower, yellow is packfamilycomfort, blue is unknowndanger. Claws that grow out of human fingers, faces that transform. Impulses that are hard to control as the moon tries to call out her deepest, darkest desires.
When Lydia first starts dreaming, trying to remember the dreams is like trying to catch a wave with bare hands. The moment she wakes, memories start slipping out of her grasp, until only hazy emotions remain – and those fade away too, as surely as hands wet from a wave dry up. There’s no way for a human to capture a full wave but there are ways to hold onto part of it. Cup your hands and have a container ready to fill up with seawater. Lydia begins writing down the dreams the moment she wakes up, neat words trying to bottle up loose trickles of memory.
There’s a journal Lydia starts keeping, kept under her mattress for safety and secrecy, that tells the life of a girl, a werewolf, as seen through the kaleidoscope lens of Lydia’s dreams. She has no name – there is no sound in these dreams Lydia has, only emotion – but she has a story. –
For Laura Hale Appreciation Week 2018 @laurahale-appreciation, fulfilling today’s theme of Femslash. (But also the previous days’ themes of Laura Didn’t Die and Pre-Canon.) Set in an AU where Laura is the one in a coma, and is connected to Lydia. On the backburner to be fleshed out into a full fic.