#piaememoriae

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“You- I- None of this makes any sense.”

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     “Why do I have to move, your bed is so comfortable.”  Stiles stuck out his lower lip in an exaggerated pout.

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“You’re my BEST FRIEND.” A reminder, thick with meaning, but even she can’t make it mean as much as it already does. @piaememoriae​ liked ! sc.

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He’s an angel. This isn’t news to anyone who knows him. The boy, the man, who radiates sunlight through his smile, the warmth of a spring day in his eyes. When they turn red, it’s the color of the sun dropping below the horizon, letting the moon light up in the rosy afterglow. And every day, the sun comes back up, the angel spreads tawny wings over people who don’t deserve the protection. Merciful to all but those who try to clip his wings, warding them off with his light even when they deserve worse. (You're not sure which you deserve, sometimes, but he’s always there, you’re always the first one he’ll shield. He makes you better. You’d die for him, and he’d fall from grace for you.) She’s a storm. The howl of the wind as it threatens shelter, drenching rain carving pools into the earth. It’s her nature to destroy all she touches, or so she believes. Her lightning flashes illuminate one moment, then another, until she learns she gives light and strength to what needs to grow. She is more than destruction, and the thunder and wind now roars a warning to stay away from those cascaded in her rain. (You weren’t afraid of her, in all her terrifying strength and sombering lulls. But holding on to her was like trying to stop a hurricane. She saw the clouds in your eyes, took them into herself, and they’ll stay there. But the storm moves on, and you must, too.) She’s a goddess. Draped in a cloak of loss and wielding a dagger too heavy for her hands. The cloth is too heavy for her shoulders, yet she stands tall. The dagger stays firm between fingers, and she doesn’t let it strike if she can help it. Her lips speak in archaic tongues, her mind holds so much more. The world once worshipped her, but she doesn’t mind obscurity now. (You try to ease her burden any way you can. Lift the cloak from her form, soothe her fingers when the dagger twists from them. You still worship her, and she tells you that’s all the adoration she needs.)

Never Love A Wild Thing 

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erica was not impressed by lydia’s actions in the slightest. she knew that sometimes lydia had to go off and be alone to do banshee things, but she hadn’t told anyone she was leaving or answered her phone. with how often things went wrong in beacon hills, erica had been terrified that something bad had happened. especially considering lydia’s powers usually signalled that death was coming. as soon as she spotted lydia her aggression took over and she pushed her up against a wall. “you need to tell people what’s going on! i thought something had happened to you!!” she didn’t move away from lydia, she wasn’t ready to let her off yet. “you can’t do stuff like that to the people who care about you.”

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     she’d just stepped through the door and already the littlest stilinski had wrapped herself around her leg, screeching about her arrival. scott and malia had been home from their honeymoon for about a week, but they’d had to immediately return to work and hadn’t been by to see their best friends yet. even though they’re no longer in hawaii they’re still in that honeymoon mindset and wanted a few more nights to themselves. malia had the day off while scott had a vet emergency, though, so it was the perfect time to swing by and see lydia. there’s some news she hasn’t exactly told her or anyone else yet for that matter besides scott. the coyote looked down at her goddaughter with a bright smile and easily picked her up, settling her on her hip and carrying her further into the house. “i have something for you,” she told the excited toddler as she placed a necklace of tiny seashells over her head. she’d picked them up for her at one of the gift shops near the beach. still carrying the redheaded child, she stepped into the kitchen and greeted lydia with a smile, her engagement ring and new wedding band catching in the sunlight streaming through the window. “don’t worry. i got you a present also.” // @piaememoriae

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           * @piaememoriae followed

           ❛    don’t tell malia.       i started it, and she doesn’t need to finish it.     ❜

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    ━━   l y d i a.   [   random starter @piaememoriae because stiles said so   ]

(   ✉   /   lydia   )   i’m gonna come over later (   ✉   /   lydia   )   and i’ll bring a bunch of movies and you’re gonna like them (   ✉   /   lydia   )   no arguing that (   ✉   /   lydia   )   so... you want pizza or something else?