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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[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.

[afieldsmedal]

It's a fact, not a challenge.

[ though...maybe a factual challenge? there are a lot of conflicting feelings going on inside her right now. ]

[sassiopath]

You're telling me that I have to try harder. I can do that. For you.

[afieldsmedal]

I mean - I meant for you to give up!

[sassiopath]

Does that seem at all in my nature?

[afieldsmedal]

Maybe you could make an exception.

[sassiopath]

I could ask the same of you. After all, I'm only making overtures of friendship. All you've been through this year, can you afford to turn down a friend?

[afieldsmedal]

I can afford to be choosy. [ so... yeah same thing; it's not being rude, it's heeding that well engrained parental advice of, yanno, not making friends with creepers. ]

[sassiopath]

You do realize that ignoring me or not, we are connected, Lydia.

[And a new tactic.]

[afieldsmedal]

But - you're back. You don't need to be in my head anymore. [ get out of my head. ]

[sassiopath]

Wait, I'm not in your head anymore. I meant in other ways, Lydia. More esoteric.

[afieldsmedal]

I don't want to be esoteric with you. [ there are plenty of people that understand her, anyway! ]

[ she thinks. ]

[ she hopes. ]

[sassiopath]

Sometimes we don't get to choose the relationships in our lives, Lydia. This connection, it was meant to be for a moment. You're unique though, different. We can't help the relationships we have.

[afieldsmedal]

[ you can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friend's...brains? noses, by trade, but both stand here. ]

That's not how it works.

[sassiopath]

You could walk away, go back to being blind and blinded by those around you? Don't you want to know the truth?

[afieldsmedal]

No.

[ but a distinctive yes is resounding in the back of her mind. just as much as lydia adores being secretively intelligent, she hates being so broadly left out of things. she's not even sure if she's left out of pack dynamics because she's immune to bites or out of friends dynamics because she can't shoot a bow like allison and everyone needs weapons training, a furry problem or a jeep right now to function in this society they've got here. ]

Not - [ not really. ] I mean - no.

[sassiopath]

[That got a stunned look, a sharply raised brow.]

If you truly believe you want to be blind and stupid to it all, maybe there's a reason they leave you out of things.

[afieldsmedal]

They don't leave me out.

[ ...but they do. ]

[sassiopath]

Oh? So when did they tell you about werewolves? Or about Jackson?

[afieldsmedal]

I found out eventually!

[sassiopath]

That wasn't the question, was it?

[afieldsmedal]

It's the same thing.

[ but it isn't. and no matter how incessantly she insists otherwise, lydia's words ring hollowly. even to lydia herself. ]

[sassiopath]

Lydia, I know you want them to be good people but they're not. You have to accept that.

[afieldsmedal]

They're not bad people.