a stubborn girl. she doesn’t even seem FRIGHTENED by the girl disappearing. but violet doesn’t give up very easily, no— she’ll appear right in front of the other, voice monotone and seemingly completely serious——- is it obvious that she wants to be alone?
A curious one at that. This house was filled with death, and so was Lydia’s brain. Metaphorically of course. She could sense the death o o z i ng from the brick exterior of the apparently ‘infamous’ Murder House. It all seemed a bit —- theatrical.
she’s had a ROUGH past few days. so excuse her when she doesn’t take too kindly to a new visitor in her home. honey hues set their gaze on the girl and she’ll allow herself to appear briefly— and then disappear. she’s hoping to scare the other away.
’ get out. ‘
The banshee found it frustratingly annoying that she was no longer easily frightened. After surviving her first three years of highschool surrounded by werewolves and other supernaturals, seeing the petite girl disappear was hardly a feat. But something was wrong, the scream that settled in her throat, buzzed, but fizzled out before she was able to wail through the hollow halls. People were already d e a d.
❝ In sum, you need me. Question is, what makes you think I would h e l p you? I’m sure you’ve got something to offer, if that’s the case.
And I fail to see the downside in that. Your mother is quite a stunning lady. Speaking of which, how is she? Perhaps I should give her a call sometime. Or she could call me. She does have my number, after all. ❞
❝I never said that. But you always seem to find a way to make everything about you. Some help would be appreciated though.
Oh..- my God. My mom is not going to call you. She’s not that desperate. Sorry to burst your pretty little bubble.❞
❝ Don’t tell me you want private tutoring on Banshee 101, Lydia.
Your forehead looks fine, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it. We can say the premature wrinkles make you look more grown up in a good way. ❞
❝I want your help as much as I want a hole in the head, believe me. But you know more about this than anyone. And nobody knows a thing, so I have to start somewhere, right?
God, don’t say that. I’m starting to look like my mother.❞