Mar 23, 2020
S.O.S.
@endlessfables summoned me
“Lydia!” Stiles calls out as the door flies open and he barges into her room, both hands filled with a colorful collection of tools and objects, two of which slip from his grasp and fall onto the carpet with a soft thud. “I came as fast as I could, just grabbed some things; I got my bat and some torches, a smoke grenade-- what’s the--” he slows down when his brain finally catches up with processing the information his eyes are sending: Lydia lying on her bed, casually flipping through a magazine, looking very not-frightened. “What’s the emergency..?” he asks, a vivid mental replica of Lydia’s text flashing before his inner eye. Yes, no, he’s sure. The word emergency definitely was used.