to you, i'll give the world; to you, i'll never be cold (closed)

[banshe]

Who: lydia martin & allison argent
Where: their shared bedroom in the t.wolf gal household
When: some may night
What: lydia has been fighting with some strange memory flashes and cuddles with allison for comfort.
Warnings: probably gals being pals.
[Closed]

[ She can still hear the whispers in the forest, repeating like the echo of an old record in her head. But it isn't the loudest voice anymore. This time they aren't harsh and spread like a call through the wind. These float within her ears in a more casual manner, presenting itself more in the way of a memory than anything else. A memory — a peculiar thing, really, since Lydia had once been so confident of those. Hard to be a genius without something of a photographic recollection.

But everything lingers like a haze these days. Since the hospital. Since she stumbled down the road in the bitter cold, naked save for a faint layer of a hospital gown. It'd all been a strange turn of events that day, something that had tugged frantically at her mind when she'd walked out, tugging and tugging, until —

Until Allison had saved her.

Allison.

Lydia slips out of her bed, bare feet carefully stepping onto the floor in a quiet, careful manner before tiptoeing across the room. There's a slight creak when the weight of her body lowers onto the mattress of the other bed, but she quickly finds her comfort after tugging the sheets over her body and her fingers stretch over the shoulder of the sleeping girl. ]

Allison? [ It still sounds so strange from her lips, saying it out loud. Like she's calling out into the darkness to a ghost. She might as well be. ]

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[overdraws]

[ She doesn't wake up, not until Lydia's hand brushes across her shoulders — and then she's up like a shot, eyes snapping open, sitting up just enough to go into attack mode, though it's not Lydia she's ready to fight. Her instinct knows Lydia's voice and that the other girl isn't a threat— Allison's fight instinct is trained on whatever has Lydia in here. But when the threat doesn't manifest itself as soon as Allison's eyes open, she relaxes (a little). ] Lydia, what's wrong? What happened?

[ She may not be poised to attack anything, but she's still worried. She's been worried, ever since she came across Lydia in the cold in her hospital gown — no, since before then. Since she came back to life and learned of everything that happened since she'd died. She'd gone to save her best friend, but sometimes Allison wonders if she'd ever really done so. ]

[banshe]

[ Everything hasn't returned. It's not as empty as it'd been at the hospital but there were still gaps of how things had ended up when they did. Except there's nights where Lydia wonders if she wants all of her memories to be restored. The memory of Allison's death becomes more real every time she sees her.

She hadn't been there when it happened but she'd felt it, the pain in her gut that told her that her best friend was dead, the clutching grip in her chest that tore Allison from her life. It was a feeling that came back every time she saw Allison's eyes here, wondering if the girl before her might really be a ghost after all. She feels it even now.

It might be the real reason why Lydia sneaks into her bed. Because pressing her own fingers to Allison's arm shares the living warmth of her, proving she's alive. She's real.

But her undead best friend isn't the only thing that haunts her every night. ]

Can't sleep. [ It's the easiest answer. Especially when it's hard to tell who can listen, no matter how quiet she gets. ] I've had dreams.

[overdraws]

What kind of dreams?

[ There's no mockery here, just straight belief. After everything she's been through — after everything they've both been through, how can she not take Lydia anything but seriously?

Allison sits up a little more, concern taking over her features, and she considers for a brief second reaching over to turn on the light, but thinks better of it. Whatever she can do to keep whoever it is watching them from watching them... ]