on being a muse.

[fieldsmedal]

Hmn... how about no?

Find some other pathetic soul to put on puppet strings. I am not someone's playtoy. Anymore.

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[bluejeep]

I don't think you get a choice in this.

Once you're inside someone's brain, there isn't any getting out.

[fieldsmedal]

[That's probably not the right thing to say to someone whose mind was possessed by a should-have-been-dead werewolf, Stiles.]

Well, clearly nobody has ever had me in their brain before. There is always a way out.

I just... have to find it.

[bluejeep]

What if you got out and ceased to exist? What if getting out means you fade away completely?

[He's not sure if he's asking her or himself, but the question feels better once it's not locked inside of him.]

1/3

[fieldsmedal]

2/3

[fieldsmedal]

3/3

[fieldsmedal]

Or... I go back to being my own person with an independent will?

[bluejeep]

[By now he's used to her signature Lydia Martin™ look of disdain. It's nothing new.]

Yeah, but that's a pretty large margin for error. We'd be left with a world without a you.

[The mere idea is sickening. Losing anyone else, especially if that someone is her is almost more than he can stand.]

[fieldsmedal]

[Way to stroke her ego. Here, have an indulgent smile.] True. And who knows what fashion disasters will be committed without me.

[A cursory glance at Stiles.]

It's already begun.

[bluejeep]

[Worry colors his features, that is an ominous statement if ever he's heard one.]

What has already begun?

[fieldsmedal]

[A gesture to the whole of his ... outfit, if it could be addressed as such.] Are you making some sort of fashion statement? Loser, with a side of always-going-to-be-a-virgin?

[bluejeep]

Nice topic change. Not at all sudden, off putting, or hurtful.

[He's miffed, and much less than impressed.]

[fieldsmedal]

I didn't say you were a loser. I merely stated that's what your clothes are translating. [That's the closest you're getting to an apology.]

[bluejeep]

Are you offering to help me with it? Or are you just getting all your mean things out at once?

[Okay, he's slightly mollified now. His arms might still be crossed over his chest, but at least the glare in his eyes has softened to mild amusement.]

[burninhale]

I hope you don't think of yourself as pathetic, Lydia. You were very impressive, and I just want to say thank you, as well as apologize for the imposition.

[fieldsmedal]

[She just kind of ... freezes. Goes stone still and tries to keep her features from turning into full blown terror. He's a dream, he's a dream. That's all her mind wants to believe he is. A dream.

Thank you for the trauma, Peter.]

I - I didn't say I was pathetic.

[burninhale]

I'm glad to hear that. It's sad when young people aren't able to acknowledge their own worth.