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[❀] — ❝Not all monsters do monstrous things. Like, @LeaderOfHisPack.❞ [[TW RP]] —» #Stylish

[ʟ ʏ ᴅ ɪ ᴀ @AcridAphrodite]

Starting over.

» TW RP + crossovers
» #Scydia
» Same writer // #Stylish

RT?

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— @LeaderOfHisPack

[ʟ ʏ ᴅ ɪ ᴀ @AcridAphrodite]

[[ @LeaderOfHisPack ]]

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@LeaderOfHisPack — the kiss.

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@LeaderOfHisPack — hand through his pitch black, wet hair as she pressed her body against his. Lydia felt his hands gripping on her waist as she deepened —

[ʟ ʏ ᴅ ɪ ᴀ @AcridAphrodite]

@LeaderOfHisPack — that it would make him feel at least a little better.

The banshee had to stand on her toes to press her lips against his. She slid a —

[ʟ ʏ ᴅ ɪ ᴀ @AcridAphrodite]

@LeaderOfHisPack — exactly​ how Scott felt right now. It was hard seeing him like this, but she had to stay positive. For him. All she was hoping for was —

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@LeaderOfHisPack — "We always do."

This felt so good after a long day like this. Even though Lydia didn't have any werewolf super senses, she knew —

[ʟ ʏ ᴅ ɪ ᴀ @AcridAphrodite]

@LeaderOfHisPack — ever so quiet. Lydia cupped his cheek with one hand, the other resting on his chest. "Scott, we'll figure it out." She assured him. —

[ʟ ʏ ᴅ ɪ ᴀ @AcridAphrodite]

@LeaderOfHisPack — washed away.

She helped Scott washing off the blood of his body. The strawberry blonde stared at him, he looked helpless and was —

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@LeaderOfHisPack Lydia let go of his hand as soon as she felt the warm water on her skin. The warmth was relaxing, as if all her worries of today —

[ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ. @YeahYouveHeard]

❛ʏᴇᴀʜ, ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ?❜

⏤ ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ ᴡʜɪᴛᴛᴇᴍᴏʀᴇ. ⏤

▸ ʟɪᴛ&ᴅᴇsᴄ.
▸ ♯ᴛᴇᴇɴᴡᴏʟꜰ.
▸ sʟ's ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ.

♯ʀᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ.

[ʟ ʏ ᴅ ɪ ᴀ @AcridAphrodite]

@FriskyVoracity — with a soft voice as she sat down at the table.

[ʟ ʏ ᴅ ɪ ᴀ @AcridAphrodite]

@FriskyVoracity — Lydia saw the brunette sitting hopelessly at a table. She couldn't help but smile as she walked up to the other.

"Allison?" She asked —

[ʟ ʏ ᴅ ɪ ᴀ @AcridAphrodite]

@FriskyVoracity — friend.

A day or two later, she finally was allowed to get out of her cell. Appearently, the whole ward was. This was her chance. —

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@FriskyVoracity — She thought she did, she saw a glimpse of long, wavy brown hair. The redhead was full of hope, now she was close to her best —

[ʟ ʏ ᴅ ɪ ᴀ @AcridAphrodite]

@FriskyVoracity — staying seemed to be full of other supernatural creatures. Lydia looked through every window hoping to get a sight of Allison. —

[ʟ ʏ ᴅ ɪ ᴀ @AcridAphrodite]

@FriskyVoracity The 'doctors' guided her to her room. They must've know that she was a supernatural because the ward where she would be —

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@LeaderOfHisPack — new to me, Scott."

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@LeaderOfHisPack — there's too much blood." When she saw him hesitating, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it slide off her shoulders. "It's nothing —

[ʟ ʏ ᴅ ɪ ᴀ @AcridAphrodite]

@LeaderOfHisPack — Scott made her feel safe, and always reminded her that they were able to handle anything.

"You might as well get into the shower, —