Lydia Martin screams (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lydiascreams) wrote2014-12-10 08:33 pm
lydiascreams) wrote2014-12-10 08:33 pm
Entry tags:
- !game:tlv,
- allison argent,
- allison-i'm here to save my best friend,
- allison-the hunter and the banshee,
- bucky-an old fashioned stiles,
- flood-au versions of everyone!,
- floods make everyone crazy okay,
- isaac lahey,
- jackson whittemore,
- jackson-heart made of armor,
- kira,
- not all monsters do monstrous things,
- pack-her real family,
- pack-just want to help my friends,
- pack-losing pack is like losing a limb,
- part of your world,
- party planning committee!,
- peter is a werespider,
- scott mccall,
- scott-the alpha and the banshee,
- steve,
- stiles stilinski,
- stiles-kiss the girl,
- stiles-of anchors and feels,
- stiles-you're the one,
- the red string of fate
[023. I'm just gonna keep on waiting underneath the mistletoe]
[Closed Spam - Stiles]
[After seeing Allison's message, after replying to it, Lydia made almost a beeline to Stiles' cabin. She knocked, but let herself in only to find him in bed, staring up at the ceiling. She didn't think twice before sliding in next to him and wrapping her arms around him without a word. There wasn't anything to say, they were both heartbroken and they wanted it all to go away. So they just laid there until they both fell asleep. Her before him, as usual.
Now, as she wakes up, she doesn't even know what time it is. Stiles seems to be out still, so she gets up off the bed slowly and steps into his bathroom to wash her face and take a second to thank the mix of waxes that make her mascara waterproof so she doesn't look like a racoon despite everything. Not that Stiles would care. But she does.
As she makes her way back into the bedroom as quietly as possible she spots the pink, ugly Christmas sweater her eight year old self left there when she went to get her coat, neatly folded over Stiles' desk. Lydia steps over to it and places a hand over it. Although it's ugly, she suddenly feels the urge to pull it on. It looks warm and comfortable. So she does. It instantly makes her feel lighter, comforted, warm.
And then she spots Stiles' Christmas sweater right next to where hers was. And a smile appears on her face.
Lydia sits down by the edge of his bed slowly not to scare him and gently places the sweater over his chest as she lifts a hand to brush at his hair.]
Stiles? Wake up.
[Open Video]
[It's a few hours later and Lydia looks a lot more festive already. On top of her pink sweater, she has a red headband on, her make up and curls have been redone and she looks perfectly put together.
Behind her is her room, already all decorated with silver, purple and pink decorations. Along with a small, white Christmas tree in the corner, with ornaments in the same color scheme.]
Hello Barge!
The Holidays are coming up as you must have noticed and me and my helpful elves -- that is Stiles, Scott and Jackson -- have been going around the cabins to help everyone get a little more festive!
We're knocking on everyone's doors on the next few days and decorating for you! If you have a specific color schemes you'd like to see in your room, let us know and we'll help you!
Happy Holidays! [And with a bright grin, she waves at the camera, and hangs up.]
[Open Spam]
[Lydia's been very busy lately. On top of everything with Stiles and the decorating, she's been working on something else. Not alone, of course. Barbara, well Babs, did most of it. And Allison helped. But now it's done and she needs to hand them out.
It's late at night, past eleven, when she can be seen dropping boxes off by the following cabins: Bucky's, Steve's, Peter's, Isaac's, Kira's, Jackson's, Scott's, Allison's and finally, Stiles'. For those finding the packages, it'll include a note: Happy early Christmas, Pack! ♥ Lydia.
Alternatively, all during the day she can be found going up and down the hallways with a box of decorations and a determined smile on her face, or knocking right at your door with an offer to decorate.]
[After seeing Allison's message, after replying to it, Lydia made almost a beeline to Stiles' cabin. She knocked, but let herself in only to find him in bed, staring up at the ceiling. She didn't think twice before sliding in next to him and wrapping her arms around him without a word. There wasn't anything to say, they were both heartbroken and they wanted it all to go away. So they just laid there until they both fell asleep. Her before him, as usual.
Now, as she wakes up, she doesn't even know what time it is. Stiles seems to be out still, so she gets up off the bed slowly and steps into his bathroom to wash her face and take a second to thank the mix of waxes that make her mascara waterproof so she doesn't look like a racoon despite everything. Not that Stiles would care. But she does.
As she makes her way back into the bedroom as quietly as possible she spots the pink, ugly Christmas sweater her eight year old self left there when she went to get her coat, neatly folded over Stiles' desk. Lydia steps over to it and places a hand over it. Although it's ugly, she suddenly feels the urge to pull it on. It looks warm and comfortable. So she does. It instantly makes her feel lighter, comforted, warm.
And then she spots Stiles' Christmas sweater right next to where hers was. And a smile appears on her face.
Lydia sits down by the edge of his bed slowly not to scare him and gently places the sweater over his chest as she lifts a hand to brush at his hair.]
Stiles? Wake up.
[Open Video]
[It's a few hours later and Lydia looks a lot more festive already. On top of her pink sweater, she has a red headband on, her make up and curls have been redone and she looks perfectly put together.
Behind her is her room, already all decorated with silver, purple and pink decorations. Along with a small, white Christmas tree in the corner, with ornaments in the same color scheme.]
Hello Barge!
The Holidays are coming up as you must have noticed and me and my helpful elves -- that is Stiles, Scott and Jackson -- have been going around the cabins to help everyone get a little more festive!
We're knocking on everyone's doors on the next few days and decorating for you! If you have a specific color schemes you'd like to see in your room, let us know and we'll help you!
Happy Holidays! [And with a bright grin, she waves at the camera, and hangs up.]
[Open Spam]
[Lydia's been very busy lately. On top of everything with Stiles and the decorating, she's been working on something else. Not alone, of course. Barbara, well Babs, did most of it. And Allison helped. But now it's done and she needs to hand them out.
It's late at night, past eleven, when she can be seen dropping boxes off by the following cabins: Bucky's, Steve's, Peter's, Isaac's, Kira's, Jackson's, Scott's, Allison's and finally, Stiles'. For those finding the packages, it'll include a note: Happy early Christmas, Pack! ♥ Lydia.
Alternatively, all during the day she can be found going up and down the hallways with a box of decorations and a determined smile on her face, or knocking right at your door with an offer to decorate.]
[spam]
You're stuck on the Barge anyway for the holidays, you might as well allow yourself to have a little fun.
I'm Lydia, I don't think we've met.
[spam]
[He can probably scare her off. Glare a little, threaten her...it's in him, and she'd leave him alone. Then again, that sweater...one not unlike it showed up in his room, but after the fucking flood, he's been afraid to even touch it. If it's like that, there may be no stopping her.
...it is Christmas, though. What's the harm?
He gives the glare a try, just for a moment...then relents and rolls his eyes, fighting a smile.]
...fine, but no fucking pink or purple crap, okay? [He steps aside to let her in, gesturing around the main room.] Don't touch the bike's space, don't go in the bedroom, and nothing behind the bar. I don't wanna go busting ornaments and shit when I pull a bottle down, 'kay?
[spam]
Usually, with biting wit. Today, with a bright smile.]
I'll let you pick the colors! [Even as she announces that, she's already stepping in and looking around his room.]
I'm thinking we could do a lot with black and silver here, actually. And don't worry, the bar if off limits.
[spam]
With a surprised little twist of approval on his features, he follows her into the room, nodding.]
I'm okay with that...surprisingly. [He ambles towards the bar, absently scratching the side of his neck as he surveys the room.] Our ex-president's old lady was known to slap up a little tinsel during the holidays, so y'know...it's cool.
[He adds a little smile as he moves towards the bar.]
I said no decorating behind the bar, never said it was off limits. No hard stuff, but a beer won't hurt anything. It's there if you want it.
[spam]
Oh, I meant for decorations. [She smiles brightly at him and shakes her head.]
Thank you, I might take you up on that some other time, too much to do today.
[spam]
[Stupid sweater...had to be. Still freaked him out more than a little, most of this magic Barge shit, but the compulsions...like the one that had him considering jotting down his request for tequila, and maybe a few other things, like a goddamn Christmas list...
He worried they could go too far, having poor kids like her forgetting stuff like eating in their festive fucking frenzy.]
[spam]
We're meeting in a while for lunch and to check which cabins still need to be covered. [She has a spreadsheet!]