05 | voice | day 108

[intelligently]

I know that this sounds odd. [ And isn't really a question that people generally ask. Also what isn't odd, around here? It's her justification ] But with what's been happening I'd like to know.

[ There's a pause. It's a touchy subject, obviously, and she's not even sure where the conversations might go ]

I want to know about your experience with death. [ She's going to try and go slow on this. As slow as Lydia Martin wanting to know something can. But things are pretty messed up. She feels pretty messed up. And she'll even tell her reasons for asking if she's asked ]

Not just if you know someone has died but... if you've seen it. [ A two second pause ] Or nearly died.

It's happened here, and could have happened a lot more. [ If Dirk hadn't put out that useful message. People were still taken but at least they were warned ]

But- Can people come back? [ It might sound crazy, but it's happened before. It happened to Jackson - twice, although that was a supernatural thing. But it leaves the possibility, right? ]

( PRIVATE: Allison Argent | "Stiles" Stilinski )

I'm going to the library. Hopefully it's as useful as it should be.

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[runboyrun]

Be right there!

[And it doesn't take him long to get there, not when he half-runs the whole way, still zipping his hoodie up against the chill.]

[intelligently]

[ Lydia was stood on the doorstep waiting by the time that Stiles arrived, totally not dressed for the weather but the dress she'd been wearing when she arrived was not made for this weather either (not that it ever stopped her normally)

When Lydia heard the footsteps she looked up, and stepped down from the doorstep to walk along a little to meet him up the path ]

Did you just run here?

[runboyrun]

[He pulls up so sharply that his feet do a mini-backpedal, his forward momentum aborting too abruptly. His breathing is harsh, but not 'I just ran halfway around the Cape' ragged.]

No! Nooo. Jogged.

[intelligently]

[ That was close enough, but she didn't say it, still a little too somber ]

Are you okay?

[runboyrun]

I'm fine! Great!

[He stops, takes a deep breath.]

You?

[intelligently]

Not so much.

[ Whilst Allison might have known what was going on (here, anyway) Stiles didn't. He knew it at home, but at home they knew things a little more in general. She didn't know anything ]

But that's what the library's for.

[runboyrun]

[He frowns a little, troubled, but pushes it aside. Lydia's the type to get snarky when people worry about her, even if he worries hourly about everything now.]

Library, great. Have you actually checked it out yet?

[intelligently]

Yeah. It's not that great, at least not for fiction.

[ But this time Lydia isn't looking for fiction, so maybe things will be a little different this time ]

[runboyrun]

...Huh.

[He side-eyes her.]

What sort of fiction are you into?

[intelligently]

Classics, some mystery. [ Although probably more before all of this happened, and even then it wasn't much ] Sort of romance stuff. [ Not exactly full on but the kind that's nice to read on a beach. Chick lit ]

Why?

[runboyrun]

I'm trying this thing. It's called 'conversation'. I figured it's more entertaining than just falling over my own feet and looking like an idiot.

[He pauses.]

Mystery can be good. But... it gets pretty same-y after a while, you know?

[intelligently]

Oh.

[ Yeah. She should have figured that, although it's her and Stiles and she's still not 100% used to the 'actual actual friends and talking' part. Especially since she's been here and he hasn't been ]

Like hardly having a break in Beacon Hills? [ Yeah she may have just compared their lives to a mystery thing, horror-mystery more like ]

[runboyrun]

[He rolls his eyes and quirks up a smile. He'll always be at least a little in love with her, and a lot in awe of her intelligence and her ability to repress flawlessly, but he also enjoys the newfound ability to talk and be cheeky and sarcastic, without worrying what it'll do to her opinion of him.]

Yeah, it's like very day is Monday. With double chemistry with Harris, and where gym class has been replaced with run-screaming-in-terror class. Some days you just need a Sunday.

[intelligently]

Then here's like... Thursday. [ Run with it. It wasn't as bad as a Monday but it wasn't quite a Sunday ] I'd rather take Saturday, anyway.

[runboyrun]

..Yeah, it is totally Thursday. Wednesday if raptors or robo-bears.

[He gets it. It's practically his language.]

If we're gonna be comparing, Friday afternoon is the best. Like, right after school lets out and you're like "I have the whole weekend!"

And then Sunday night rolls around and you're just like "Hey wait I wasn't done with that!"

[intelligently]

[ Lydia nods. She gets the meaning. And will mentally add kraken to that, or is that a Tuesday? ]

Then I'm permanently wishing for Friday afternoon. At least some days it gets quiet. [ And then some days she finds dead bodies. Such a Sunday night ]

[runboyrun]

I will take Thursday. After a month of Mondays, you take what you can get.