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 & Selective Lydia Martin }
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[ Something was off about it all. She could feel it by the aura in the room, even by the patterns of breathing. Something was different, but she couldn’t place what. And Lydia was quiet, which was something new to her. ]

❝ Are you okay… ❞

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                        “———-…she’s gone.”

         { Her voice breaks over it, despite her best efforts to hold back tears. She can’t cry over this again. She’s been crying over it for weeks. And so far, she’s managed to cry over it where people can’t see or hear her, most of the time. She’s not going to let Cora see her. That’s worst case scenario, besides Mister Argent or Scott seeing her, of course. }


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