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She knows, what with assassins, and school, and everything else that she should keep this a secret, tuck it away along with the night that she and Scott slept together after Allison's funeral. But god, she's terrified. Glad that his dad isn't home, she knocks on the door, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
❝ Scott I ---- I'm pregnant. ❞
Heart beating as fast as a hummingbird's wings, she pushes past her mom, fleeing with a kiss to her cheek as she walks to Scott's side. His father is holding him up with an arm over his shoulders, but her eyes are drawn to the pale colour of his skin, the way that he can barely hold himself upright. She forgets about finding Meredith had been in the lake house, about how she had been sure someone was going to die. No, Scott is all that occupies her attention as she gently cups his face in ever--so gentle hands.
❝ I ---- I'm sorry. I should have been here. Are you ---- are you and everyone going to be okay? ❞
She casts her gaze to the milling students, and while she sees Stiles holding his dad and Kira speaking to her parents, Malia is nowhere to be seen.
❝ You're an Alpha. You're supposed to ---- to make this better. ❞
I just have to promote this wonderful Scott, this flawless Derek, this gorgeous Stiles, this irresistible Lydia and this amazing oc.
send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character’s reaction to your character running their fingers through my character’s hair.
Scott looks a little surprised, looks up at Lydia with wide eyes. He’s tired and it shows, especially in the way he then leans into her contact, slumps against her a little and sighs softly. He could quite easily nap if she was going to keep on doing that, but as it is he tries to stay awake.
Gentle hands stroke through the dark hair, lips curling into a soft smile as she sees the effort it is taking for him to keep his eyes open. If anyone deserves a rest it's him, and so Lydia continues to thread her fingers through his hair, her own eyes fluttering shut in content. Moments like this are precious, stolen pieces of a life of peace, a life without death, without fear. It's not one they will ever have for themselves, to be sure.
he trembles just a little in the presence of Scott, his Alpha. A saviour who has altered his world forever. The wolf that now dwells within his own chest seems to pace, eyes lighting with gold as he inhales, tries to keep the beat of his heart slow.
❝ ——- Scott? I did what you said. I think I can control it on ---- when it's not a full moon. ❞
He is a mess, a fucking mess, and no amount of laying face down on his bed and attempting to smother himself with pillow is going to change that. It's been long enough since the last panic attack that he thought he was okay, & yet here he is, shaking on his bed with the aftermath of a panic attack that had shuddered down to his bones. It's all too much again, and he's so weak, so pathetically and utterly human that he can't help.
When he hears his window slide open, he sits up, knows that it will be Scott. Anyone else would use the damn door. Stiles attempts a smile but it sticks all wrong on his face, and he's giving up before Scott can call him out on it.
❝ ---- why do you have a bottle of whiskey? ❞
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