anyone want to chat to lydia on kik? a slightly worried canon lydia? (redhair.and.immunity)
”It has to mean something…
Allison and Aiden. It has to. He’s
playing with us…”
”No, I’m lying to you.. Yes, I really was talking to you!
——- blank canvas faces in the wall. Well, that makes a lot
of sense.” Not.
“So you’re banshee mojo makes you hallucinate now?
Did they talk to you again? The faces, I mean.”
"I'm choosing to ignore that.
Of course it doesn’t make sense! When does
any of this make sense?! Apparently! I wish
someone would just give me a handbook, an
instruction manual! No. I got Allison’s name
and that was it. Nothing else.”
It’s in order of how much one’s worth from high to low.
Bold names = characters we know
Red = dead
- Names that aren’t on the list (yet): Malia, Peter and Liam
- Scott still is “The hot girl” with 25M behind his name (It’s not really fun to be the hot girl in Beacon Hills now is it ^^)
- Jordan Parrish is on the list with 5M, so what is he exactly?
- The codes were ‘Allison’ and ‘Aiden’, who were both close to Lydia and killed by the Oni, who were controlled by the Nogitsune. So what will the third code be?
- The last part of the list has names with a worth of 21.750.000, so how many names are on it and who?
- Are de codes linked to Lydia and her Banshee powers alone or also linked to ‘The Benefactor’?
”Yeah. This.” Atri shuddered slightly, and the scars started smoking under his shirt. He lifted up the back of his shirt, allowing smoking wings to snake out from under them. He turned his back to her, showing the fae wings that were coming from his back, with dark material at the bottom that connected and dove under his skin to connect the wings to her back.
”Peter Pan doesn’t exist for the record. And Tinkerbell was a pixie, even if she did exist.” He flicked his wings to prove they were real, before letting them burn back into his skin, leaving the scars that were left angry and red. He put his shirt down, and turned back to face her. “You, are a Banshee. I, am a faerie.”
Cocking an eyebrow, she let out a heavy almost exasperated sigh as she brought her gaze up from her nails, all to focus on the boy as he lifted the back of his shirt. What the hell was he even doing? Raising both brows, she pushed herself away from the desk she’d been sitting on, her lips parting in disbelief as she watched him. This was impossible. It was definitely impossible. It didn’t make sense, not in the slightest. How could it? “This can’t…. —— it can’t be real….”
Her words left her lips as she stepped back away from the boy as he answered her Peter Pan quip, something that had been long forgotten about now. Shaking her head gently, she pushed her hair back from her face, her heart racing as she took another step backwards. “How did you… —— that was real? Faeries are… —— okay. But… wait. What the hell do you mean I’m a banshee?”
But I’m going with you.”
“Stiles, this is Eichen House… ——-
…. you were there long enough.”
”——-uhm, yes. I’ve been talking to you for the past five minutes.
Haven’t you heard any of what I said?
Did you just say there were faces in the walls?”
"No… —— were you really talking to me?
—— yeah… there were faces… they didn’t have
any features… more like… blank canvases…
I think they were the voices I was hearing…”
so in 40 minutes, this blog will be a year old. yayyy! that’s exciting! so tomorrow i’m gonna do a follow forever or something, brand new one!
but happy birthday to my blog in 40 minutes!