lydiascreams | [003. Mirror Mirror]

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[Lydia is bored and that just won't do. If she's going to be at the barge, she'll need something fun to do. At least until she has a pet of her own to play with. And she can't wait until she gets her own inmate. Lately she's been playing with others, and she even has a couple of favorites but it's not the same thing.

Until then, though, it will have to do. She considers going to find one of those to pass the time, but she wants something a little more challenging today. Of course she won't pass the opportunity if one of them cross her path, but as she makes her way down the hallways she's looking for a few specific individuals: Blight, Chris or Arya and Nymeria.

With the power loss and everything that has been going on, it's been a few days since she's seen Scott around and she just can't go long without taunting him or he will think she's done playing.

Of course, if she can't find any of her body guards for back up, she might just have to go find Scott's little sidekick instead. That always sends her message across, too because she knows the Alpha will be able to smell her all over his Beta.]

(ooc: Lydia is completely affected! Here are some handy links: Profile, Plotting, Assumed CR.)

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[Stiles pauses. The concern in her voice seems real, but he doesn't believe it anyway. Mirror Barge, Stilinski. Focus, he tells himself, drawing in a breath and very carefully taking hold of her hips. He shifts her onto the bed and off his lap, then rises to his feet, putting some distance between them.]

I'm really not sure. I can't even remember the last time I saw you, actually. What happened the last time we saw each other?

[No, this won't do at all. She needs to find a way to touch him again. He's 80% easier to work with if she's touching him. Or if she's naked, but clearly that's not an option at the moment.

Buut she might be able to use his question against him. Inside? She's smirking.

She stands up and takes a step toward him, looking like she's about to reach for him and then forcing herself to stop, an upset look appearing on her face as she holds her hands together.]

We were in my room. You spent the night with me, and most of the morning. Stiles, you're scaring me. Are you saying you don't remember it? You don't remember us?

[Maybe, if everything else goes wrong, acting is an option for her. She's got the looks for it, obviously. And the skills. Because she knows she's painting a pretty pathetic picture right now with big doe eyes and everything. But she knows she needs to be careful not to overdo it because Stiles is smart.]

What's the last thing you remember?

[He's fully expecting her to lie. She's not herself. Or technically, he supposes, she is. And she's the opposite of the Lydia that he knows and loves. And if he hadn't just very recently been possessed by the ultimate of all tricksters, he probably would have fallen hook, line and sinker for her tears. But if there's one thing that Stiles has always been good at, it's manipulating people when he has to. And right now, he really kind of has to. Right now, he has to convince her that he believes everything she's saying.

And he needs to come up with a plan. Quickly. He closes the distance between them and rests his hands on her arms, a stricken expression on his face.]

Everything's just very fuzzy. Like a dream or something, I guess? Trust me, I really want to remember.

[She's surprised when he suddenly comes closer to her. It's what she wanted, yes, but there is no hesitation, no second of him questioning her and that doesn't look right. Still, it's better than what she had before. And if he wants her to think he believes her, she can pretend just as well until she's sure.

So she lifts her hands up his arms and squeezes them, eyes still big, filled with fear as she looks at him. On the off chance he isn't lying about not remembering anything, she could really use this.]

Stiles, are you sure Scott didn't do this to you? He's always hated the idea of us. You may not remember this now, but he's killed me before, Stiles. He hates me, he doesn't want me anywhere near you because you're his.

[Stiles searches her eyes for a moment, holding his breath. He hates it, but he believes her. He draws in a deep breath, trying to let that information sink in. He wants to ask why she and Scott hate each other so much, but maybe it doesn't matter. He just has to keep the two of them apart for as long as this flood lasts. And he has to keep anyone from killing Scott. And keep Scott from killing anyone else.

Piece of freakin' cake.]

Well, Scott will have to deal with it. Because I'm not gonna let him hurt you, okay?

What if he's already hurting you, Stiles?

[She gasps quietly. Because she could care less about him protecting her. She doesn't need anyone to protect her. She wants to get him away from Scott. It will be her ultimate prize. It will shatter Scott's confidence as an Alpha and it will make the rest so much easier.]

Peter told me they can steal memories. [She lifts a hand to the back of his neck, brushing her fingers against his skin lightly, keeping her touch soft on purpose.] He told me the more powerful Alphas can get in your head and not only see what you think and know, but make you forget all about what they want.

What if he makes you forget about me?

[He watches her for a long moment, nodding slightly in acknowledgment of what she's said. He knows that's a thing. But wait. Wait. What?]

Peter? As in Peter Hale? [There's more than a hint of disbelief to his tone. Because she can't be serious. Yeah, Peter's been useful on occasion, but he's Peter Hale and -- why would she trust him on anything after what he'd done?]

[It takes effort, but she manages to not roll her eyes. Because what other Peter could she possibly be talking about. She really does believe he doesn't know anything, because even Stiles wouldn't be this good at pretending.]

Yeah, he was my Alpha, I'm glad he's not here... [At least that much is true.

Lydia wraps her arms around him and pulls him closer again as she bites down on her bottom lip.] Just because Scott is your Alpha, it doesn't mean he's gonna be good to you, Stiles. Trust me, I would know. And if he found a way to steal your memories so you won't see me again...

[He stares at her with something akin to disbelief. It's really, really difficult to imagine Lydia willingly having anything to do with Peter unless it was to save someone's life. Like his. He opens his mouth to respond, then shuts it again, shaking his head.]

I'll be careful, okay? [God he hopes Scott is himself. That he's not affected by this flood. This is really terrible.] I promise, I'll be careful.

[She purses her lips together and nods, her eyes wide and still filled with fake fear. He seems to be buying what she's saying and that's a good start. But she's still not any closer to figuring out what the hell is going on with him.]

You're not leaving me, are you? We can just stay in my room. He won't come looking for you there. He never has.

[He didn't really believe she was that afraid for him. Not if she was opposite!Lydia. And considering everything...she was. Still, he offered her a small, reassuring smile.]

I can't hide out from Scott forever, Lydia. Eventually he will come looking.

[That reaction isn't unexpected at all. Maybe it will work better if she follows him instead, maybe he will open up to Scott.]

You're probably right.

[But she needs to give him something to keep in mind, so after she nods, she leans in and presses a kiss to his lips. It's still firm, but not as harsh as earlier.]

[He's not quite as caught off guard this time as she kisses him, but he's still surprised. And then he feels guilty because when this is over, she's going to remember everything and this...isn't right. He's not the one she wants to be kissing. Not really. He pulls away after a moment, chest tightening even as he offers her a tiny smile that doesn't reach his eyes.]

Just be careful. I'll deal with Scott.

[She pulls away but lets her fingers brush over his cheek slowly before she pulls away completely and smiles uncertainly at him.]

Come see me soon. So I know for sure I still have you.

[After looking at him for a long moment, she turns to the door. She needs to leave him alone and let him leave after all if she wants to be able to follow him anywhere.]

[003. Mirror Mirror]

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