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tamingthemuseTitle: Broken Soul
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Pairing: Still under consideration
Prompt #397 Hyperventilate
Status: In progress
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Disclaimer: nothing's mine, just playing with Jeff Davis' toys
Summary:After hearing about the nogitsune, Cora comes back to Beacon Hills to help.
A/N: Spoilers up to 3x20 Echo House. I'm slowly seeing where I'd like to go with that story. I wish I had more time to work on it, though.
Lydia woke up suddenly, gripping the sheet on her bed, where she had fallen asleep sitting down and reading her history textbook. Her breath was coming out fast and shaky, like she was hyperventilating – or, more likely, having tachypnea. She focused on the facts, calling back from her memories the possible causes for tachypnea, and the different means to calm her breathing down to a normal level. Slowly, she regained control over her own body, until she could inspirate and expirate freely again.
She didn't remember the details of the dream that had woken her up so suddenly, but she could still feel the coldness, the darkness, the impression of drowning that were part of it. She had tried to escape, to free herself from something, but the more she struggled, the more she felt trapped, like she was caught in shifting sands. Just thinking of it made her shudder.
The sun was barely setting down, casting its orange and pink glow in her room. She got up and took a few steps around, restless and bothered for some reason. She didn't feel good, didn't feel safe home right now. She needed to go out, find something to do that would lift the shadows from her mind.
Putting her shoes back on, she texted Allison, hoping the hunter would be free to have some girl time with her tonight. With all the bad things that had happened in Beacon Hills over the last few months, they had barely had time to just enjoy being teenagers anymore. Bowling with Jackson and Scott, or shopping for prom dresses, felt like decades ago, even if a little bit more than a year had gone since those reckless times, when werewolves and banshees were only parts of some mythological lore.
Less than 24 hours later, Lydia learned the nogitsune had taken over Stiles again. They were all gathered at the animal clinic, listening to were-coyote girl who happened to be Peter's daughter. As soon as she had arrived and recognized her, Lydia had exchanged a look with Allison, but none of them had said anything about it.
Malia had told them what she had witnessed the night before, in the basement of the mental institute. The same basement Lydia had been so sure Stiles was in when he had disappeared a few days before. From the looks on the ones present at that moment, she wasn't the only one who had made the connection. Still, noboby said anything about it in front of the stranger girl, and she was thankfull for that. Even if Malia had been raised by normal people for 9 years, and spent the next 8 as a coyote, Lydia couldn't help but recall the old saying "like father, like daughter" every time she looked at the brunette. She didn't want another potential psychotic Hale to know about her abilities. Malia would learn about it soon enough if Peter ever found out she was his daughter.
When Lydia asked the exact moment when the nogitune had taken over Stiles, the were-coyote looked at her strangely, but indicated approximatively the same time the banshee had had her suffocating nightmare.
From the corner of her eyes, Cora watched the redhead's face close up at Malia's words, and diverted attention by asking more questions about the nogitsune itself. Something was up with Lydia, she could see it clearly, and she was pretty sure it would be better discussed between persons of confidence.
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Pairing: Still under consideration
Prompt #397 Hyperventilate
Status: In progress
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Disclaimer: nothing's mine, just playing with Jeff Davis' toys
Summary:
A/N: Spoilers up to 3x20 Echo House. I'm slowly seeing where I'd like to go with that story. I wish I had more time to work on it, though.
Lydia woke up suddenly, gripping the sheet on her bed, where she had fallen asleep sitting down and reading her history textbook. Her breath was coming out fast and shaky, like she was hyperventilating – or, more likely, having tachypnea. She focused on the facts, calling back from her memories the possible causes for tachypnea, and the different means to calm her breathing down to a normal level. Slowly, she regained control over her own body, until she could inspirate and expirate freely again.
She didn't remember the details of the dream that had woken her up so suddenly, but she could still feel the coldness, the darkness, the impression of drowning that were part of it. She had tried to escape, to free herself from something, but the more she struggled, the more she felt trapped, like she was caught in shifting sands. Just thinking of it made her shudder.
The sun was barely setting down, casting its orange and pink glow in her room. She got up and took a few steps around, restless and bothered for some reason. She didn't feel good, didn't feel safe home right now. She needed to go out, find something to do that would lift the shadows from her mind.
Putting her shoes back on, she texted Allison, hoping the hunter would be free to have some girl time with her tonight. With all the bad things that had happened in Beacon Hills over the last few months, they had barely had time to just enjoy being teenagers anymore. Bowling with Jackson and Scott, or shopping for prom dresses, felt like decades ago, even if a little bit more than a year had gone since those reckless times, when werewolves and banshees were only parts of some mythological lore.
Less than 24 hours later, Lydia learned the nogitsune had taken over Stiles again. They were all gathered at the animal clinic, listening to were-coyote girl who happened to be Peter's daughter. As soon as she had arrived and recognized her, Lydia had exchanged a look with Allison, but none of them had said anything about it.
Malia had told them what she had witnessed the night before, in the basement of the mental institute. The same basement Lydia had been so sure Stiles was in when he had disappeared a few days before. From the looks on the ones present at that moment, she wasn't the only one who had made the connection. Still, noboby said anything about it in front of the stranger girl, and she was thankfull for that. Even if Malia had been raised by normal people for 9 years, and spent the next 8 as a coyote, Lydia couldn't help but recall the old saying "like father, like daughter" every time she looked at the brunette. She didn't want another potential psychotic Hale to know about her abilities. Malia would learn about it soon enough if Peter ever found out she was his daughter.
When Lydia asked the exact moment when the nogitune had taken over Stiles, the were-coyote looked at her strangely, but indicated approximatively the same time the banshee had had her suffocating nightmare.
From the corner of her eyes, Cora watched the redhead's face close up at Malia's words, and diverted attention by asking more questions about the nogitsune itself. Something was up with Lydia, she could see it clearly, and she was pretty sure it would be better discussed between persons of confidence.
