#telekneticben

[bxdassbanshee]

[ for @telekineticben​ ]

Lydia knew that something was wrong. For the last few years she had managed to get her banshee under control. The visions made sense, the screams bended to her will but the most recent set of warnings didn’t add up. At night she dreamed of a RV - as if it was being followed but she couldn’t tell if it was premonition or a look into the past - all she knew is that it was not a good omen. 

That lead her to this, trolling around at night hoping to match the places that she saw in her visions. Hoping that she would find the truck. It took three nights and a lot of coffee before she found it. She couldn’t exactly knock on a strangers door at this time of night. So she would wait, one eye on her book and another on the RV. Lydia had to check to see if she had made it in time to warn him. 

[bxdassbanshee]

@telekneticben​ asked "there is no one who compares with you."

Lydia paused, looking over at Ben with confusion. She had spent years being singularly herself that the words shouldn’t knock her back and make a small smile form on her lips. “Well, you don’t really have much to compare when we are out here...”

[griim]

@telekneticben​ asked; “you need to run.”

It was in the face of a battle that Gemma felt truly alive. The rush of adrenaline as she pulled the trigger was the best part of it all. Standing behind cover. 'You need to run.' How many more times would she hear that phrase from an asshole who thought she could not fight. Gemma scoffed, the typical man in action. Why do they think she could not hold her own in a fight? Gemma had been to hell and back on multiple occasions. And, when death seemed to grasp her, she always managed to escape. Raising a brow, she cocked her gun, “why would I fucking run from this shit? I love the fight.” She teased and looked around, “so, uh, where is this reason that I should ‘run’?”

[bxdassbanshee]

"Do you wanna dance?"

Lydia looked over at him with a small smile. "But there is no music," she noted. Still she stood up - offering him her hand. At least in their own little bubble- they could be happy.

[bxdassbanshee]

"I'm too damaged for you."

"Who are you to tell me who and what I deserve?" she asked him. "I like you - I like waking up in your arms even if I have to trick you into watching a movie so we fall asleep together. I like spending time with you. I like you. So, I like the damaged you."

[bxdassbanshee]

"I know you're in love with me."

Lydia had been resting her head on his chest - they had just had sex but that wasn't a new thing in their relationship. Somewhere between being on the run and being stuck in an RV this thing started between them. He was kind to her, and he could give her this look - like pure sunshine but it was rare. Which made sense, the world had been cruel to him. Somewhere in between kisses and touches she had fallen in love with him. The banshee just didn't know how to tell him.

She lifted her head - green eyes meeting brown ones. "And, is that okay? Is it okay to love you?"

[bxdassbanshee]

"I'm gonna marry you one day."

Lydia looked over at him with a lazy smile. "Is that a promise, Mr. Winters?” she asked. “Mrs. Lydia Winters -- it sounds pretty, I could get used to it.” When did the fear of being on the run subside and now - this RV felt like a little bubble she didn’t want to leave. 

[ answered || @telekineticben ]

[bxdassbanshee]

"I thought you cared."

Lydia looked at him, confused and hurt by the statement. They had been living like this for almost six months now. They fell into patterns, sleeping with her head on his chest. Of course she fucking cared but it is hard to love some one who had been through as much as Ben had.

The banshee does not say a word, closes the gap between them and presses a tender kiss to his lips, trying to show him that she cares. She cares so much that it scares her some times.