open ♔ november/december socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, Andres Isle, etc!
WHEN || November & December [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of November and December.

You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. WE ARE BIG ON THREAD-JACKING HERE. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt.]

On this log:
Wynn & Section Heads @ Andres/London
Cheryl @ Reception desk
Sam @ Various
Elena @ Andres/London
Drax @ Dragon's Hide Wing
Des @ Pub / Castle
Paige @ Caste Grounds
Grimrot @ the Library
Vi @ Andres
Matt @ Andres/London
Alisha @ bars in London
Cora @ Library/ Castle Grounds
Will @ Castle pond / Hoard wing/ Firing range / Castle grounds
Malina @ Dragon's Fire wing/ kitchen/ bar / castle grounds
Alainn @ Dragon's Fire library / kitchen / Andres
Jordan @ Andres/ London
Sylar @ Kitchen
Logan @ Castle Bars / London
Faith L @ London / kitchen / training room / castle grounds
Dean @ Rose's room / bars / armory / training room/ firing range / kitchen
Rose @ Andres / armory / training room / bedroom
Des & Buffy | Closed
Thea @ Training Room / Castle grounds / kitchen / TV rooms / bars
Sam & Buffy | Closed
Alex @ Firing Range / Airfield / Room / Garage
Failboat @ Breakfast
Alice @ Andres/ London
Sweets @ Dragon's Light Wing
Lydia @ Medical / Training room / etc

Comments

[killingtodeath]

[His fingers curl a little when she puts her hand on his, trying to hook one of her slender digits with his pinky- holding on without holding on.]

You will. Hey, look at me- [He hop-scoots himself closer to the bed, still crouched so that he's got to look up at her.] You made it out of there. That's the important part. You're still here, and god I'm just... That's all that matters. We can work on the rest. Training or whatever. Or I'll-- I don't know, figure out some kind of protection spell. I know... you think the magic thing is bullshit, but just trust me, okay?

[immuno]

But you weren't there.

[ She didn't have anyone there to watch out for her, to protect her, except for Cora. It's no wonder she's gravitated closer to the wolf since they returned, given that. Hale or not. She shakes her head, a hollowness in her eyes as they fix on Stiles.

She's been relying on other people to look out for her, to fight for her, when it comes to that. Jackson. Allison. Even Stiles. She can't keep doing it. ]

And maybe next time, Cora won't be either.

[killingtodeath]

I get it. Believe me. Andres was a fluke for me, okay. We both know that. Neither of us really know what we're doing here. But you can train, and you'll be more prepared next time.

[because he knows he can't be there every time. Believing that Wynn would allow him to tag along on all of her missions? Was a ridiculous thought.]

[immuno]

I knew it was dangerous.

[ She says it with a certain amount of finality, pulling her legs up towards her, folding her arms around her knees. It irritates some of her old injuries, but she wants the comfort of the posture. ]

But I thought it'd just be like Beacon Hills. [ One shoulder shrugs, and her eyes cast off towards the other side of the room, avoiding Stiles himself. ] We're not spies or soldiers, Stiles. We're just a couple of teenagers.

[killingtodeath]

We're not, though. I mean- yeah, we are teenagers, but we're not just anything, Lydia. You're not just- [He stops and he glances down, his fingers curling to hold onto her arm a little tighter.]

You're a knight. You're the smartest person I know. And you're alive.

[immuno]

This time.

[ She looks up at him, eyes wet and wide. Next time, who knows? ]

Being smart isn't enough.

[killingtodeath]

No, but it's what will help you get the rest. Lydia, I know you can do this. You'll learn to fight back. Or how to shoot. Or something, okay? You'll do it.

[immuno]

[ She pulls her lower lip between her teeth, worrying at it, but seems to soften and accept the logic of this. Never has she come across a task she couldn't master through persistence. ]

It was stupid not to start when we got here.

[killingtodeath]

Probably. [He's not about to argue with her about it.] But it's not like you can go back and change that. So you just... we just figure out what to do from here, okay?

[immuno]

Stiles …

[ A thousand confessions are on the tip of her tongue. Apologies, questions. Getting angry with him about Abigail was petty, trying to get back at him was worse still. At a moment like this, it occurs to her that she doesn't know what she'd do without him. One way or another.

Silence spans between them, and it becomes clear that she has no plans to follow that up with anything. She just squeezes his hand, accepting the decision. They'll move forward. They'll work on it. And in the meantime …

Lydia finally wrings a smile out of herself. It's strained and sad, but it's there. ]

I never told you, but I'm really happy for you and Abigail.

[killingtodeath]

[He's not expecting it, not now- not ever. For a moment, he looks completely confused, dumbfounded by the words that hang between them. His mouth sits partly open, as he wonders just what he's supposed to say to that.

It's a good thing, right? So why does it make his stomach twist into a knot?

He knows he can't just sit and stare at her, though. So he closes his mouth and swallows hard, nodding as he finds his voice.]

Yeah. Thanks, we're- She's great. [He still doesn't know what they are- Abigail and him. They've gone out. He checked with her not!dad that things were cool. But they haven't had any conversations about what they are or aren't. It's only now that he feels like he really needs to know that for sure.]

I, uh- heard that you and Damon were...

[immuno]

[ For a moment, she looks almost ashamed of herself, but it gets buried behind a dismissive smile. Shaking her head, she lifts her green eyes to fix on his as she reluctantly notes, ] He's gone again.

[ As if that's the reason they weren't still fooling around. Maybe it is. Maybe she'd have kept it up despite her guilt just to get at Stiles. But Damon wouldn't be sitting here with her. ]

[killingtodeath]

Oh. [It's hard not to let a little relief slip into his tone. It's partly because he doesn't like the idea of Lydia hanging around with other guys. But also partly because that particular guy sort of used mind powers to control him for a hot minute??] That... sucks.

[Super appropriate bluff crit fail.]

I guess there's always Max.

[That one still confuses the hell out of him, because the half orc is more terrifying than he is attractive. Unless Lydia just wants a body guard? But still...]

[immuno]

You're joking, right?

[ THE BIGGEST SCOFF. ]

[killingtodeath]

Hey, he came to me and asked where he should take you out to eat. Which was... weird, to say the least.

[immuno]

As if I would go from dating the captain of the lacrosse team to dating an orc. Max is my friend; anything more than that's just ludicrous.

[killingtodeath]

You might want to tell him that. He got pretty weird about it. I think he might have the wrong idea

[immuno]

I'm sorry, you seem to be under the impression that his mistake is my problem. I can't help who's in love with me.

[killingtodeath]

No. [He says with a humorless little laugh.] You really can't. [He takes a deep breath, because even if he's got someone else, part of him is always going to be in love with her. It's a feeling that's shifting, changing, evolving all the time. But she's his first love. You can't undo that.]

I should let you rest.

[immuno]

Thanks.

[ She starts to settle down in bed, but stops, propped on one elbow, pulling the blanket up higher. She fixes him with a studious look. Softens some. Her smile is weary. Whatever she wanted to say, she seems to change her mind, dismissing him entirely instead. ]

You don't have to waste your time coming to visit like this. I'll be out in another day.

[killingtodeath]

[Confusion passes across his expression. That seemed to come from nowhere. Slowly, he stands but doesn't move away from her bed. His hand idly reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck.]

A lot of worse ways I could waste my time. But I'm glad they think you'll be out soon.

[immuno]

I'm just saying that I understand if there are other things you'd rather be doing.

[ More like other people he'd rather be seeing. But the shake of her head is dismissive, a shrug accompanying it, and she then settles the rest of the way down in bed, curls spilling around her head as it hits the pillow. ]

[killingtodeath]

Can't think of any.

[He gives a small shrug of his shoulders, as if that says it all. He doesn't understand the full scope of what makes it more complicated than that, but at the end of the day? Lydia still tops his list for people that count as pretty damn important.]

Just focus on getting better, alright? I'll be around.

[immuno]

[ His answer comes in the form of a slight nod, buried against the blanket that she pulls up to her face. It excuses him, and gives her some peace and quiet to sleep. ]