Sep 27, 2019
◤ MORS VINCIT OMNIA death always wins ◢
THE WAILER ( independent lydia martin . est 2014 )
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◤ MORS VINCIT OMNIA death always wins ◢
THE WAILER ( independent lydia martin . est 2014 )
@thewailer liked for a thing !
“ i heard shouting, is everything alright in here ? ” glancing around the room with a look of FEIGNED concern shaping his features before his gaze lands on the redhead.
@thewailer says: ❝ you’re wasting my time. ❞ — hard to hear meme.
well , yeah , that was the whole point of ‘ operation distract lydia ’, she just wasn’t supposed to catch on to it so fast. in hindsight, that might have been an insult to the banshee’s intelligence. lydia wasn’t an idiot. sure, yeah, she did things that made malia arch a brow, scrunch her nose, question if she had inhaled too much hairspray that morning, but still, not stupid.
“ we’re, uh— ” eyes dart around the room as if there’s something there that’ll help her out of this mess. a birthday card, who cares if it’s old or not, sits on a table. eyes light up, a fake grin spreading on malia’s mouth, “ we’re planning a surprise party! yeah, so, uh you can’t go in there unless you want to, y’know, ruin the surprise and piss everyone off. ”
@thewailer ′ i’ll kill you. i’m not even worried about it. ‵ - — ✦
’ oh, will you ? ’ magnus said, waggling his eyebrows and stepping nimbly out of reach. his apartment was a mess - — far worse than the usual disorganized chaos. there were empty cans and bottles strewn across the counter, and the floor was faintly tinged with red and suspiciously sticky. his slippers made little squelching noises every time he lifted them which, while disgusting, was also extremely entertaining.
‘ i’m sorry, darling. we’ll be thirty minutes clearing it - — forty max, and then i’m all yours. ’
“…didn’t know where else to go…” @thewailer
the thunder had kept his mind awake for most of the night, hands itching to be doing something productive. it’d been hours of trying to sleep, eyes closed against the sound. but the flashes of lightning lighting up the sky made it near on impossible to relax enough for sleep to claim him. with a heavy sigh, he leaves his bed, moving down to make himself a coffee. he’s on the last step of his stairs when he hears the knock at his door.
gaze flicks to the watch at his wrist and his eyes narrow. who could possibly be at his door at this hour ? immediately, worry began to seep into his veins, grabbing the zip up hanging from the pegs by the door and the keys that were sat in the bowl. swinging the door open once he’d gotten it unlocked, his gaze settles on the red head stood shivering on his doorstep. i didn’t know where else to go.
with a frown he opens to door to allow her entrance to his home, gaze moving over her, silently noting the blood he could see running down from her face, tangling with the rainwater. “ come in lydia. let’s get you clean and warm and then you can tell me what happened, yes ? ” both hands settle gently on her shoulders, guiding her towards the kitchen. “ why don’t you take a seat ? i’ll be back with a towel. ” confusion and concern circle his brain, unable to keep himself from wondering what had happened to the girl so that she had ended up here, rather than with melissa or at the hospital. but none of that mattered right now, what mattered was making sure she was alright.
he makes his way back with a towel and a clean t-shirt and jumper that she could wear at least until he’d gotten her clothes dry. settling them beside her, he moves on to making them both a hot tea, turning to look over at her whilst the kettle boiled. “ what happened lydia ? ” the words are gentle, concern laced into his tone.
✋
Once again, Scott has found himself as Lydia Martin’s knight in shining…denim. He’s not sure if he prefers these drunken interludes, or the times she’s feeling under the weather, honestly, because it always seems to come across the same way regardless.
But as he tries to ever so subtly herd her towards the door of the party-house, she gives a cheer, yells, “yeah, McCall, work that walk!” and smacks him on the ass.
So he’s pretty sure he prefers when she’s a little ill.
I cannot believe I have been blessed on this day with @thewailer ‘s presence on my dash. I feel like it’s been ages. So glad to see you Kate! (Even though we talk like every day) I love you!
[ @thewailer ]
As it turns out, the Martins’ lakehouse is one of the oldest buildings in Beacon Hills. It’s been renovated to keep it modern, but the bones of it, its foundation, is as old as the Gold Rush and the push of Europeans into California. It isn’t totally uncommon to find little hidden places in the house that were long forgotten to time.
This time, it was a false floorboard discovered in one of the upstairs rooms when the carpet was pulled up to be replaced. Under the floorboard, there was a small wooden box surrounded with a circle of dust. Inside the box, there is a necklace. It looks like it’s probably antique and made of gold. It’s a memento mori locket, with a sapphire floral inlay on one side and a skull wearing a crown on the other. The locket itself is jammed shut, refusing to open, but beyond that, it’s a lovely necklace, if only the faintest bit morbid.
After a cursory examination to determine that the necklace isn’t anything she recognized, Natalie offers it to Lydia just in case she’s interested in such a thing before she pawns it.
The necklace is colder to the touch than it seems like it should be, and yet there’s something compelling, even attractive about it.