divided | ( open post! ) voicetest → allison argent

I want to learn how to protect myself. [ hasn't she said this before? her voice usually bounces off the walls of the room, merely to return to her as an echo.it doesn't penetrate her father's mind, nor her mother's, her desire to protect every part of herself. mind, soul, heart, body. the only person who hears her is kate. ]

[ it's not surprising. her aunt hears her even in the most crowded of rooms. she looks at her when no one else is willing. everyone is hiding something, but kate never is. she wears it on her face, shoulders it on her back, and still stands tall, regal, even, while her father and mother let the shadows consume them every time she glances their way. ]

[ she's lured kate out to do some archery with the full intentions of wanting to propose her plan of protection. she doesn't want to protect herself from the werewolves. she want to protect herself from family secrets, too. ]

[ lowering the bow, she turns to kate. ] I'm tired of everyone keeping secrets from me.

The way I see it, you've got every right to be.

[Casual, straightforward. Just like she always is. Nothing new there. She's been trying her damndest to get Chris to be honest with his daughter, to let her hear and embrace her family history, to train her so she can become one of them. Retaliation from the wolves isn't unheard of, and they can damn near smell inexperience.

An untrained Argent is only so much meat. A weakness to be exploited. Allison deserves better than that. A lot better.

She nods towards the bow, approving.]

Your form is good. All those archery lessons really paid off. Glad it stuck with you. You're gonna need it, sweetie.

[ after everything happened with the nemeton, when it was finally over (in a sense), lydia stayed a little longer with aiden at deaton's clinic until he was strong enough to get back on his feet. she learned everyone else made it out okay via jumbled text from stiles (it makes her wonder if he's actually fine). from there, it was a series of awkward excuses to her mother — she didn't realized it had been over 24 hours since she'd been home until she stepped through the door. she came back in one piece, so not too many questions were asked.

she finds herself at allison's house over the next few days. even though each of the parents had to get checked out at beacon hills memorial, it doesn't take long before they're all settling back into school and remembering they actually have lives outside of this supernatural circus. (when was the last time she was even over here?)

lydia's made herself comfortable on the edge of allison's bed, making small talk about an assignment in class and that new shirt she likes. the little normal things they haven't had a chance to talk about lately. ]

Wow. I almost forgot that it was possible to have a conversation that doesn't start with werewolves and end in Darach.

[ despite it still being on their minds and been hardly touched on since it all went down. ]

It's a shame I have to break that now. Sooo, you're okay, right?

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[ allison's lying back on her bed, head on her pillows, as she tries not to think of all the work she needs to catch up on. her dad is okay. her dad is okay. and lydia — ]

[ — she's as okay as she's ever going to be. while allison would otherwise find this conversation a little tiresome, she's finding it to be the complete opposite. talking of shirts and assignments rather than werewolves and nemetons … allison hasn't felt seventeen in months. she's felt twice her age, more tired than she should, and she's forgotten that there's more to life than death. ]

[ she smiles before pulling herself up into a sitting position. her hair is a little messed up, but she doesn't pay it any mind. ]

Yeah. I don't think I've been this okay since … [ allison glances to the side, pursing her lips. ] I can't even remember. It's like we've been running for months and now we've finally just stopped.

[ she shuffles on the bed. glancing at lydia, she pushes her hair back so it doesn't cover her eyes. ] And you're … something. Are you okay?

[ leaning back on both her hands, lydia kicks up her legs, looking what she hopes isn't a scuff on her boot. but then, sometime during the conversation, she toes off her shoes and pulls her feet up onto the bed, sitting up closer beside allison.

lydia was fine, for the most part. she definitely hadn't been through the ringer like allison, stiles and scott had; that's mostly why she steers the conversation in that direction, knowing better than anyone how easy it is to cover up on the outside. ]

Yeah, apparently a banshee. Not entirely sure what that means just yet, but ... [ she purses her lips, shrugging and lifting a hand like welp. it's going to take some research. ] What's one more supernatural thing in Beacon Hills?

[ she still considers herself human, mind you. ]

How about what Deaton said though? I mean, do you feel that darkness?

[ saying it out loud sounds ridiculous, like allison might flip a switch and turn into some villain. ]

[ allison still considers lydia human. team human is starting to dwindle in numbers — and they need lydia. allison needs her. ]

I feel more inclined not to do my homework. [ allison grins slightly, lifting a shoulder. it's not what lydia means, but the way allison responds — deflection — is how she's been coping with that little tidbit of information. she doesn't regret it at all, sacrificing a part of herself to ensure her father's safety. but she sometimes wonders at what cost? will her father ever be able to forgive her for it? will she? allison fears resentment, and she does not want to begin resenting her father as she had, once, with scott. ]

I feel like me. Nothing's changed. [ but she does not sound like she believes it, not one hundred percent. ]

[ nothing has changed ... except for the placement of her knife. it's moved from underneath her pillow into a box by her closet. there's a temptation that lingers within her that she's not quite sure if it's new, from this darkness, or if it's been there since the moment she let her anger cloud her judgement after her mother's death. ]

[ lately lydia isn't so sure what she contributes to "the pack" other than being a human compass for dead bodies, but now she knows she wants to help and be needed, even if it just means being there for allison. though these days she's been questioning that a little, you know, with the whole isaac thing. deaton really made them rethink all their relationships, didn't he?

but here and now, she laughs and feels like this is a step back in the right direction for them. ]

The horror. Soon your laziness will infect us all. [ she's glad they can joke about it; they would probably go insane otherwise. ] But good.

[ i'm relieved being the subtext of that last statement. of course it doesn't mean she completely buys the 'i'm fine' act. but it does mean she will be keeping a close eye on her friend. ]

Sooo, [ she tips her head, curls falling over her shoulder. ] if nothing's changed, then what about Isaac?

[ the other big bomb dropped on them that they had yet to talk about. lydia stepped forward for allison, but it was isaac who was the one with a strong emotional connection, according to whatever emissary logic (and the other surprising twist was that it was the case for her and stiles). ]

Edited 2013-10-02 16:48 (UTC)

( open post! ) voicetest → allison argent

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writes that thing we talked about

yesssss make my dreams come true

and miiiiine

my dreams came true when i found you

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