#lydstm

[wypatroszony]

𝘏 𝘌 𝘠    𝘓 𝘠 𝘋 𝘐 𝘈  !    𝘠 𝘖 𝘜    𝘓 𝘖 𝘖 𝘒  .  .  .  𝘓 𝘐 𝘒 𝘌    𝘠 𝘖 𝘜 ' 𝘙 𝘌    𝘎 𝘖 𝘐 𝘕 𝘎    𝘛 𝘖    𝘐 𝘎 𝘕 𝘖 𝘙 𝘌    𝘔 𝘌  .                                             ➝  @lydstm    ( x )

[zacieniony]

Stiles, I don't know how else to say that I want you to talk to me.

☇ @lydstm

[korezni-a]

' it was almost fun not knowing. '

twin peaks intros     .      /       very selectively accepting!

“   you mean    ,     that i’m not a money launderer for a cartel?  ”   eyebrows rise up     ,     a bit of a mischievous smile tugging at the edge of his mouth .  he can not say for sure yet if her exasperation is serious    ,    if she is more angry than disappointed and confused about his secrecy .  he did not want it to come out like that     ,     in the half-light of another return back from a trip     ,     seized up by her look pinning him to the wall behind him without much effort .  as if being charged for something     -     guilty .    feeling guilty for it .   of course    ,    she has every right to not be amused by it     ,     but when she found him and at least knew from the beginning that he was less man than he looked like in daylight    ,     that felt like enough secrets revealed between two people who hardly knew each other .   and the rest    ,     the rest felt safer tucked away somewhere far away from her .   because her presence made him forget    ,    golden bird less caged with her around than without her .   around her   ,    he is all mere human and man   ,    and no king at all .  she has got to learn and know him as him    ,    without the title and everything that tied him to it and downwards    ,    and he did not want to give it up .

a heavy sigh follows him as he pushes away from the wall     ,      walking the few steps of the kitchen until he stands at the small table     ,     close enough for her to see his face in the low light of the lamp      ,     close enough for her to see the sincere trouble crossing his face .  he does feel bad about it    ,    no matter how he might appear otherwise .   one hand tugs at the edge of the table    ,    wood between two fingers     ,     something to distract the restlessness inside of him as he looks for the right words to say .   “saying it means nothing would be a lie     ,    technically .   but i am a shipwright    ,     more than i wanted to be a king or a royal figure .    and i never lied to you about anything else     ,     i wouldn’t dare .   ever. “    mouth tilts a little    ,     a bit more unhappy .   somehow    ,   he does not dare to get closer than this     ,     like he usually would .  although his body aches for it     ,    would want nothing more .   but it is pushed down   ,    like any other personal wish or desire he ever felt .   a king can not bear the costs of that .    “   with you     ,     i am more than what i am back home .   i am who i want to be .   and i liked that     -    like that .    even if it meant you thought i was either pushing drugs or laundering money .   which    ,    you know     ,     i never did .   i swear .  ”    a half-spoken apology    ,     an unspoken truth  :   i like who i am with you .

[argaents]

⎈

⎈ – 𝘓𝘌𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘖𝘍 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘛.

        my    dearest    lydia  ,

        kindly    take    your    meddling    paws    out    of    my    business    with    scott  .    if    you    don’t    want    to    talk    about    what’s    going    on    with    you    and    stiles  ,    then    you    don’t    need    to    go    sticking    your    nose    into    my    love    life    either  .    not    that    i    have    one  !    i    am    just    fine    on    my    own  !    and    so    are    you  ,    of    course  .    

        anyway  ,    i    love    you    very    much  .    even    if    you    are    being    a    brat  .    

        love  ,        ally

        p.s.    i    dusted    the    paper    with    powdered    sugar  .    don’t    you    miss    my    baking  ?    brat  .

↠ @lydstm // 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓.

[lamorska]

        ❝    𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘  ,    𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆    𝐎𝐍    𝐍𝐎𝐖  .    i    think    the    connection    is    fuzzy  .    ❞    IT’S    NOT  .    the    front  -  facing    camera    on    his    brand    new    ipad    is    currently    trained    on    his    forehead  ,    that’s    all  .    when    he    thinks    to    lean    away  ,    𝚑𝚒𝚜    𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜    𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎    𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘    𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜    𝚊𝚝    𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝    and    his    cheeks    are    visible    enough    that    their    roundness    betrays    his    grin  .    ❝    ah  ,    forget    it  .    you    don’t    wanna    see    my    old    mug    anyway  .    hey    sweetheart  !    how    is    my    favorite    daughter  -  in  -  law  ?    ❞

☇ @lydstm

[vnd---archive-blog]

HE   SAW   IT .     lips   parted ,   staring   at   the   cracked   screen   which   now   beheld   nothing   but   a   blurred   photo   of   cars   on   the   highway .   the   hazy   darkness   provides   a   questionable   timeline ,   whether   or   not   the   photograph   was   taken   at   night   or   during   a   storm .     gangling   figures ,   disturbing   resemblance   of   humans   but   much   larger ,   much   more   slender .   no   distinguishing   qualities   but   silhouettes   and   distorted   limbs ,   what   would   be   their   heads   extending   somewhere   above   the   top   of   the   image .   nothing .    he   says   nothing   to   her ,   extends   hand   to   gently   take   the   phone   from   her   trembling   fingers   as   opposite   hand   comes   to  clasp   over   her   shoulder .   he   attempts   to   sift   through   images    ---------     nothing   remains   on   the   phone   but   the   picture .   not   a   text ,   not   even   a   call   log .

‘   where   did   you   say   you   found   this   phone ?   ’

@lydstm​   from .

[renaitraea]

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘    :    𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.    //    ft. @lydstm

[aelphas]

“ look me in the eyes and say that again. ”

        𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃    𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒    𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍   𝐇𝐈𝐌    𝐎𝐅    𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑  .    but    lycanthropy    has    little    to    do    with   the   basic    instinct   that   tells    him   that   A    WOMAN    SCORNED    IS    NO    SMALL    THING  .    boy   alpha    is    a    wall  ,    loyalty    in    the   burdened   spine    of    him  ,    but    lydia   is    all    filed    claws   and   sharp   teeth    and   scott   wonders   ɪғ    sʜᴇ    ʜᴀs   ᴡᴏʟғ   ɪɴ    ʜᴇʀ    ᴛᴏᴏ  .    her    voice    has    gone   dangerously    low  ,    a    hiss    of    breath    that    shapes    her    vowels   and   REEKS    OF    CONTEMPT  .    he   shouldn’t    pick    sides  ,    but    he    doesn’t    need    to    touch    lydia   to    know   that    her    fury    is    a    righteous    attempt   at    masking    the   hurt    that    bleeds    from    her    focused   gaze  .    ❝    𝙸'𝙼    𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚁𝚈  ,    𝙻𝚈𝙳𝙸𝙰  .    i    think    he    just    needs    to    be    alone    right    now  .    ❞

➝ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓. // @lydstm