I will n o t keep my mouth shut. A bitch knows her voice. Knows how to howl with a wolf pack in her throat. A bitch is honest. A bitch doesn’t follow the rules; demands to know who wrote them. Rules are weak. Rules are prey.
{ Indie & SelectiveLydia Martin }
[ okay. okay. so maybe he’s a little in over his head. lydia’s perfume is sweet, luxurious, kind of like she is, with something sharper just beneath the surface. the strange glint in her eyes that makes his breath catch and stick in his throat, eyes flicking towards crimson painted nails patting against his shoulder. ]
“Uh.”
[ oh, c’mon, scott. you can do better than that. a voice in his head hisses, one that sounds suspiciously like stiles.
he clears his throat, chin lifting with a proud tilt smile turning into a smirk at the lopsided curve of his mouth. ]
“Says the one that’s been dethroned.”
“—-Take it back. You take it back right now.”
{He thinks he’s being damn cute, doesn’t he? That little smirk, tilting his adorably lopsided jaw like he thinks he can just say whatever the hell he w a n t s?
——Well this town had an apex predator long before Scott McCall and her name is Lydia Martin.}
“Scott. Scottie. Sweetheart. …Drop the act. We all know who’s in charge, when it comes to you and me.”