goodbye season two of a good show - hello new muse

[afieldsmedal]

Okay, I literally just got Peter out of my head, so I don't need you or anyone else trying to prod around up there.

Now... stop!

Preferably while you're ahead. Because you might think you're pretty witty, but I'm still smarter than you, which is going to make it pretty difficult to 'write me' or - whatever, make me a part of your lame hobby - and if you're going to keep making fun of me in your head you should know I can hear you.

I'm in here too.

[ bleh bleh of the 'now pay me the proper attention a lady of my caliber deserves bleh' variety. ]

Okay? Okay.

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[sassiopath]

So you were using me against him? If only in your mind? Tsk tsk.

[afieldsmedal]

I don't think you have any right to preach about using people.

[sassiopath]

Actually I'm nearly impressed. If you continued so, then I would be truly impressed.

[afieldsmedal]

That wouldn't have happened.

[sassiopath]

Do you know how much I offered you then? How much it took to present my youthful self and not what they had done to me? All for you?

[afieldsmedal]

You tricked me. It doesn't matter what you looked like when you did it: you tried to kill me, and - when that didn't work - terrorized me, and used me to get to Derek. You don't get to talk like you did any of this for me; I don't believe you.

[sassiopath]

I don't deny tricking you. I needed you, Lydia. I did use you for my own resurrection.

I didn't have to pull that little stunt to present myself as my teenage self. By then I already had you doing what I needed.

Believe what you want. I know the truth. [Or the truth as he would present it now, still seeking to twist things to his favor.]

[afieldsmedal]

[ She only feels foolish when they're talking about it; only ever feels foolish when she thinks of it (which is exactly why she hasn't told anyone about it) and is beginning to think that is the point. The banter had been to cow her, the flower to shame her, and that kiss to utterly humiliate her. That kiss had been - ]

[ No. She would not dwell on half-formed theories and clouded analysis of a time she likes to think she will never truly remember. So she bites her tongue for a moment, pushes it against her cheek and broods on his words. I already had you doing what I needed... ]

Why did you do it, then? Why bother?

[sassiopath]

[He's silent, watching her and waiting. It was easier to let another wind themselves up than pushing them to the mental cliff. Some resisted if you pushed but let them lead and they might go exactly where you wanted them.]

Because I wanted to. Because I wanted to remember a time before I had listened to nearly my entire family die before me and there was nothing I could do.

Do you know my trophy is still there? Or that I was that boy? It wasn't a mask. My memories of myself, yes, but me.

[afieldsmedal]

[ Then she is climbing the mountain and preparing to pull a King Kong level of all self defenestration. ]

Yes. I've seen your trophy.

[sassiopath]

It's a moment of memory. To have that moment. With someone I trusted with it.

Maybe my trust in you was misplaced.

[afieldsmedal]

[ Quietly; ] I'm trustworthy...

[sassiopath]

I would truly like to believe that, Lydia.

[afieldsmedal]

I haven't given you any reason not to.

[sassiopath]

No, you haven't. I hope you never do.

[afieldsmedal]

I should want to. I should really want to. [ a sudden idea seems to occur to her and lydia ventures; ] Would you leave me alone if I did?

[sassiopath]

Is that what you want? Whatever it takes to make me leave you alone? You would really want that?

[afieldsmedal]

Yes. [ And several years of extensive therapy please and thank you. ]

[sassiopath]

What if I told you I can't do that? Not only for myself but for you?

[afieldsmedal]

I'd call you a liar.

[sassiopath]

Such harshness for my honesty, Lydia. Why?

[afieldsmedal]

I told you. I don't believe you.

[sassiopath]

I can't make you believe me. I can only keep trying.

[afieldsmedal]

You're going to have to try significantly harder than this. [ significantly harder than anyone who has ever wronged her, in fact. oh, oh - try harder than stiles. ]

[sassiopath]

[He has a million things better than Stiles. Including style.]

I see that challenge laid down, Lydia. I can keep up.