[Maybe she ought to take a shower. Relax, try to get some sleep...after all, she'd just helped hijack an armored car and bargained away a good chunk of her life to save one of her best friends...that was enough to exhaust anyone.
She's just decided on a shower, then to sharpen her ring daggers when she hears the voice. She was already standing, taking her hair down...and if that husky female voice didn't sound so small and so beaten, she could swear it was Lydia talking to her. The thought makes her smile sadly.]
Just a minute! [She makes her voice cheerful and friendly again as she toes off her sneakers and finishes pulling her hair to fall loose around her shoulders, easing some of the tension at her temples that's been threatening her with the promise of a headache for hours now.] Sorry, I was just about to pop into the shower, good thing you--
[She turns, and the video image on her comm...
She wasn't supposed to be here. The break had been clean: she made her deal and left. She was on her own here...her friends, her pack, were back home and soon Stiles would be cured. Human. The fantasy of her pack, whole and happy, was the one thing that made leaving something she could handle.
She wasn't supposed to be here...and the selfish part of Allison suddenly wants to cry with happiness for that fact, except that she looks terrible. She looks worn, exhausted, like she'd just rolled out of bed only worse.
Allison can't even let herself think her name as she moves back over to peer into her comm. If she thinks it, if she says it, then it's real...and shes actually here.
Allison is a selfish, horrible person. She knows it for certain as she opens her mouth, her voice breathless and sickeningly hopeful.]
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She's just decided on a shower, then to sharpen her ring daggers when she hears the voice. She was already standing, taking her hair down...and if that husky female voice didn't sound so small and so beaten, she could swear it was Lydia talking to her. The thought makes her smile sadly.]
Just a minute! [She makes her voice cheerful and friendly again as she toes off her sneakers and finishes pulling her hair to fall loose around her shoulders, easing some of the tension at her temples that's been threatening her with the promise of a headache for hours now.] Sorry, I was just about to pop into the shower, good thing you--
[She turns, and the video image on her comm...
She wasn't supposed to be here. The break had been clean: she made her deal and left. She was on her own here...her friends, her pack, were back home and soon Stiles would be cured. Human. The fantasy of her pack, whole and happy, was the one thing that made leaving something she could handle.
She wasn't supposed to be here...and the selfish part of Allison suddenly wants to cry with happiness for that fact, except that she looks terrible. She looks worn, exhausted, like she'd just rolled out of bed only worse.
Allison can't even let herself think her name as she moves back over to peer into her comm. If she thinks it, if she says it, then it's real...and shes actually here.
Allison is a selfish, horrible person. She knows it for certain as she opens her mouth, her voice breathless and sickeningly hopeful.]
...Lydia?