[Pick a canon point? Can be either late 3B or post 3b for added angst.]
Lydia is driving home when she feels herself turn toward the highway instead. It's a pull, one she's been growing used to after it's been happening so much. She doesn't hear anything, she just drives and hopes whatever she's about to find isn't going to be so bad.
It's late, past ten already and the school is completely empty but she finds herself parking there. She doesn't really get memory loses anymore but she also doesn't feel like she's in complete control over her actions when these things happen. It's something she wants desperately to be able to control but she's just not there yet.
The lights on the Lacrosse field are on and even as she is pulled toward it, she wants to stop. Because it reminds her of the night of the Winter Formal, and Peter. But it's not Peter who is standing there this time.
Lydia | Nogitsune!
Lydia is driving home when she feels herself turn toward the highway instead. It's a pull, one she's been growing used to after it's been happening so much. She doesn't hear anything, she just drives and hopes whatever she's about to find isn't going to be so bad.
It's late, past ten already and the school is completely empty but she finds herself parking there. She doesn't really get memory loses anymore but she also doesn't feel like she's in complete control over her actions when these things happen. It's something she wants desperately to be able to control but she's just not there yet.
The lights on the Lacrosse field are on and even as she is pulled toward it, she wants to stop. Because it reminds her of the night of the Winter Formal, and Peter. But it's not Peter who is standing there this time.
She frowns and finally stops a few feet from him.
"Stiles?"