LYDIA MARTIN

Ten times you doubted yourself

1. Playing dumb to be popular
2. Playing dumb to make a guy feel good
3. Losing my virginity when I did
4. Dating Jackson again after we had broken up
5. Every time I find a dead body
6. Wondering if I was a subconscious mass-murderer
7. Kissing Stiles to stop his panic attack
8. Whether I could have stopped Allison and Aiden dying
9. Discovering feelings beyond friendship for Scott
10. What the hell I'm supposed to be doing as a Banshee

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Tenebrous
adj. 1. dark; gloomy; obscure.

I’m really going to need people to stop asking me to talk to their dead relatives. Like, yesterday. I’m not John Edward or Oda Mae Brown. I’m a Banshee, I’m not a Medium or Clairvoyant. I know when death is about to happen, and usually only death in a violent way, like murder or sacrifice. I’m a death messenger, not a dead peoples Twitter.

So, no, I can’t sit down with your Great Great Aunt Betty who passed peacefully to tell you if your poodle is with her in heaven just by giving a healthy scream. I am not going to know if Cousin Bob is going to lose his three year fight for cancer. I don’t know if your missing kid is dead or just run away from home because you told him he can’t have an iPad. I can only hear voices of omens foretelling death, I don’t see/speak to dead people. I realise it’s a gloomy gift and I don’t get fangs or claws, but don’t think that means I won’t growl at you to get out of my face if you piss me off.

Are we clear? Good. Now please stop looking at me like I’m going to scream my ass off at the drop of a hat right before everyone you love drops like flies. If I’m not screaming, it’s a GOOD thing. It means no one important is about to be brutally murdered. Capiche?

Ten facets of you that make you who you are

1. I'm a redhead
2. I'm a straight A student
3. I'm somewhat vertically challenged
4. I'm a Banshee. Yes, you read that right
5. Most of my closest friends are male
6. I love art
7. Puzzles intrigue me
8. I used to be shallow and materialistic
9. I'm a girl who can never have enough handbags
10. I don't need a man to define me anymore

Lydia Martin || Teen Wolf

38. FLOWERS
So much loss in such an incredibly short space of time. Lydia couldn’t believe she was bringing flowers to the graves of two of the most important people in her life. Now they were gone. In her arms, she nursed two bouquets of roses. Pink for Allison and white for Aiden. Aiden seemed like the last person white roses would suit, but they didn’t know him how she had.

This was what it had all boiled down to. Two bouquets to adorn two graves. It would never be enough. Nothing would make it okay, and nothing would bring them back.

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