lydiascreams | [019. Pushing on I can't escape]

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[The second she steps inside her cabin, she knows something's off. Ever since the blackout, she's been staying at Stiles' or Alison's. She hasn't been back because she knows how much more dangerous Jerry can be in the dark and he has hurt enough people as is.

But she can't quite put her finger on what's happening. Not until she sees it. The words carved on the wall above her bed read Stephen, Mickey. Who's next? And while that's enough to get a rise out of her, it's the object used to make out the question mark that really makes her angry.

Allison's silver arrowhead. The one Lydia picked up from the school grounds the morning after Aiden was killed. The one her best friend made the night of her death. A token she chose to keep as a reminder why she couldn't fail again.

And to see it used in this manner. As Jerry tells her he wants to get Allison demoted, too makes her wanna scream.

Before Lydia can think this through, she gets up on her bed and reaches for the arrowhead, with every intent to pull it off the wall before anyone else can see it. She's not even rationalizing her actions and it's not until she sees the blood running down her hand and arm that she realizes she's cut herself on it.]

[Video - Open but filtered against Jerry]
[It's a couple of hours later until she makes this video and she's keeping her bandaged hand out of the camera's view.

She looks unusually angry, mostly because she feels like switching cabins feels like running, like giving up. And Lydia Martin doesn't give up. But she knows she can't mountain ash her door or sleep over in Stiles' cabin forever.]

If anyone's looking for me, I've changed cabins. I rather not publicly say where I'm staying now but if you need to know, ask and I'll tell you in private.

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[She keeps her gaze up on the stars, she really should do this more often. It's calming.

And she's definitely not talking about the crazy vampire.]

Adjusting to the ship being somewhat back to normal. You?

Same. Cassel's back on his feet, so that's some good news.

Definitely good news.

Stiles, Allison, Scott and Kira are back, so, that's the good news on my part.

Yeah. I'm kind of just over everything to do with that other fucking Barge for good. I wasn't even over there and I feel wrecked.

Same here. From what I heard, it was a long month for them.

Not that here was much better.

Nah. Sometimes I love this place. And sometimes it really, really sucks to be here. Last month was one of those times.

It definitely has advantages. [Like her best friend being alive again.]

Floods and ports and breaches are not one of them.

Nope. Makes my head spin.

Maybe we'll have smooth sailing. For a little while at least.

After that, we'll need it.

Fuck. I don't even know what to do with myself right now.

I think trying to figure out now might be too much to ask.

Just focus on your milkshake and Cassel, for now.

Cassel's pretty boring right now. All he just does is lie there. Frog on a log.

Oh. I didn't realize he was in a coma.

Sorry, Chris.

It's okay. It's happened before, I'm just always...like, whatever. Dunno what to do until he wakes up, is all.

Well, once everything is a little more settled, we could do a movie night? [Comfort = social gatherings for Lydia. Mostly because it means normal.]

Maybe, yeah.

I was thinking about going to his world for a little while. Meeting his family.

You definitely should. I think it'll be good for you.

You've been here a long time.

Yeah, I have.

He doesn't want to. Thinks it'll be dangerous.

Is his world that bad? I don't really know much about it.

His mom is. His whole family has powers, but her powers fuck up your emotions. He's worried that if we go back, she'll fuck with my head.

That sounds like your typical parent, on steroids.

Is there anything you guys can do to shield both of you from her?

Pretty much, yeah. Still, better than him meeting my uncles.

Wear gloves, and don't let her touch us, and be nice to her. That's about it.

Terrible uncles?

That doesn't sound too traumatic.

My dad's older brothers. Uncle Rocco had a thing for guys, so they packed him back up to the Old Country. He likes to cave people's heads in with a gold pickaxe.

And Uncle Ralph, who cut off my legs.

It's not gonna be. It'll be fine, if we just relax and play it cool.

I'm assuming you don't mean carve as in, sculptures. [She winces].

What do you mean cut off your legs?

I'm sure you can manage that.

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