makes my heart beat

[folklore]

【 the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme 】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.

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it's like you're my reverse trophy wife

[sixtypercent]

[Lydia doesn't have the super senses that Jackson and the rest have--granted, she was almost gifted with them, but her own immunity, and every single problem that came with it, were what kept her blissfully human. Lydia didn't need werewolf powers. She was plenty capable on her own, especially now that she was actually in the loop.

Hearing the door open, however, she turns over her shoulder. There's a surprising lack of makeup on her face, and she raises her eyebrows for a moment, temporarily out of words, temporarily vulnerable.

Quickly, she rubs at her face. She wasn't expect Jackson to come home that soon.]

Jackson. [Almost immediately, she starts to get up, reaching for her purse. She's been having those dreams again, those--nightmares. That's no excuse to continue looking like the town crazy.]

lbh it's totally true

[housekey]

[ If anyone didn't need werewolf powers, it was definitely Lydia. Jackson couldn't argue that in the slightest bit-- she had her smarts and her wits on her side, who needed the supernatural when you were a firestarter with so very little effort? But in his case, it... while he still kept himself largely apart from the pack itself, it was something. It was more than him, but it included him in it. Something that his adoptive family hadn't been able to provide.

Even at the bottom of the pecking order (he was a jock but he wasn't an idiot).

Giving her a moment, he reaches to calmly pick up her laptop and shift it to the side. But the moment that she goes for her purse, he beats her to it, snatching it up and out of her reach carefully. ]

Lydia. You been here since school let out?

mr. martin uvu

[sixtypercent]

[Lydia's eyes narrow when Jackson takes her purse, and her mouth draws into a delicate frown. Even without killer mascara and lipstick, her displeasure is blatantly sharp, and her mouth opens for a moment before she shuts it again, lips pursing.

It's missing a lot of it's venom. Lydia looks exhausted--like she hasn't slept. She doesn't drop her hand though, still reaching for it.]

I didn't go. [She's been here most of the day.]

;^;

[housekey]

[ Any man would wilt under the sharp stare, but Jackson isn't just anyone. He's seen every side of Lydia, even when the Alpha Female act has been turned his way and he's been brought down a peg. Here, however, he knows there's more to the look.

Rather than give her the purse, he sets it on the floor next to the bed, eyes never leaving hers. That explains why he didn't see her at all throughout the day-- even the busiest days had a brief brush of fingers in the halls, before she was hurrying off to yet another academic conquest.

Jackson moves to kneel on the bed, legs under him. Rather than say anything, he leans towards her, pressing their foreheads together. ]

ugh no jydia feelings

[sixtypercent]

[Finally, she lets her hand drop, hitting the covers under her with a soft thump. She wants to say something, wants to berate him for treating her like a child, but it's overcome by the crushing, childish (stupid, childish, necessary) feeling of wanting to burst into tears. Lydia Martin does not burst into tears. She does not cry in front of anyone.

...Jackson's not just anyone.

Instead, she swallows and fixes him with a stare, firm in her resolve to push the emotions down, but there's so much in the simple downturn of her mouth, the look in her eyes, widened green.] I am not one of your canids. [For posterity's sake.]

you wanted this

[housekey]

I know.

[ Jackson brings his hands up to settle on either side of her jaw, thumbs following the shape of her cheeks as he looks back at her. He's rarely soft with Lydia, largely because she's not the type that needs it that often. But he's not against showing it every now and then, not after everything they've been through. So he just waits her out, blue focused on green. ]

You're a hell of a lot better than us.

[ That still doesn't get him to pull away from her, his nose briefly touching hers. If anything, wolf instincts lend themselves well to these moments. ]

i regret nothing

[sixtypercent]

[It makes something clench in her chest, stirring beneath that 'cold, lifeless exterior'. They're just stupid words and no matter how many times Lydia has told herself that in the past, it doesn't stop them from coming up and choking her rational brain like a chain. It's not gotten easier to admit to anything, even after everything that's passed between them, but she doesn't have to admit Jackson's helped, to admit this was exactly what she needed.

She doesn't, however, need these ridiculously useless werewolf gestures, and quite frankly, as much as she enjoys Jackson 2.0, minus the personality changes and the scales and plus the powers, the forehead touches and the noses are for dogs. Not for humans.

Sweeping forward, she kisses him. It tastes a little desperate, but her fingers curl in the shoulders of his shirt.]