❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜
"sweetie, you're not fixing it in the slightest." lydia lets out a huff of indignation, turning once again to shoot a glare in his direction. "it's not my fault that we ended up in the freaking woods." it was totally her fault, the banshee's death sense kicking in at a full intensity that often left her body running on autopilot. turns out it was a spot where a few campers had passed away in a tragic accident, but the event in itself was strong enough to draw her in. somehow in the midst of it all, lydia had managed to trip over a log which resulted in twigs clinging to her hair. "i just think this is extremely typical and that the universe has it out for me."