[Teen Wolf] [Lydia] Canal
Title: Canal
Subject: Teen Wolf | Lydia
Rating: PG
Summary: She doesn't need a shrink to know she has coping mechanisms. | Future!fic.
Notes: For this prompt. Idk, I just love Lydia so much.
Art becomes an escape for her, a way to pretend the stress of college doesn't exist, a way to work past any issues that were bothering her, a moment to be free.
She paints people, mostly. Self portraits, people she sees from her apartment windows, students she catches asleep in classes. She paints Allison, sometimes, and Stiles and Scott and texts them low quality photos and fills with warmth when they text back (and maybe she flinches a little, when Scott forgets to use vowels again). She doesn't paint Derek, even with the eyes she'd love to try and match and she doesn't paint Jackson. She loves him, she loves him but not that way but when she closes her eyes to picture him, she sees anger and violence and hurt and pain and not the man she wants to see, the man who loved her back once.
She doesn't paint Peter because she doesn't think about Peter, she pretends that never happened, she pretends she was never attacked and she pretends she didn't - she doesn't think about it. She replants the violets in her window box because they're too much like, like, like acontium, like wolf's bane. She doesn't like purple anymore and it's ridiculous because it suited her so well.
She reminds herself she's not ridiculous and she looks great in blue anyway.
She tries not to paint herself sad, tries to paint herself strong and beautiful and brave but that always works out better when she paints Allison, Allison who's vivid and stands up for herself and doesn't hide, not like Lydia who still hides behind her curls and her makeup and her beauty even though she's smart, she's so smart and she doesn't want people just to think she's beautiful, that she got where she is on money and looks and a vapid charm.
She sets fire self portraits that are too sad. It's crazy, it's nuts but it helps.
She doesn't need a shrink to know she has coping mechanisms, she doesn't need a shrink to tell her it's okay. She doesn't need anybody.
Subject: Teen Wolf | Lydia
Rating: PG
Summary: She doesn't need a shrink to know she has coping mechanisms. | Future!fic.
Notes: For this prompt. Idk, I just love Lydia so much.
Art becomes an escape for her, a way to pretend the stress of college doesn't exist, a way to work past any issues that were bothering her, a moment to be free.
She paints people, mostly. Self portraits, people she sees from her apartment windows, students she catches asleep in classes. She paints Allison, sometimes, and Stiles and Scott and texts them low quality photos and fills with warmth when they text back (and maybe she flinches a little, when Scott forgets to use vowels again). She doesn't paint Derek, even with the eyes she'd love to try and match and she doesn't paint Jackson. She loves him, she loves him but not that way but when she closes her eyes to picture him, she sees anger and violence and hurt and pain and not the man she wants to see, the man who loved her back once.
She doesn't paint Peter because she doesn't think about Peter, she pretends that never happened, she pretends she was never attacked and she pretends she didn't - she doesn't think about it. She replants the violets in her window box because they're too much like, like, like acontium, like wolf's bane. She doesn't like purple anymore and it's ridiculous because it suited her so well.
She reminds herself she's not ridiculous and she looks great in blue anyway.
She tries not to paint herself sad, tries to paint herself strong and beautiful and brave but that always works out better when she paints Allison, Allison who's vivid and stands up for herself and doesn't hide, not like Lydia who still hides behind her curls and her makeup and her beauty even though she's smart, she's so smart and she doesn't want people just to think she's beautiful, that she got where she is on money and looks and a vapid charm.
She sets fire self portraits that are too sad. It's crazy, it's nuts but it helps.
She doesn't need a shrink to know she has coping mechanisms, she doesn't need a shrink to tell her it's okay. She doesn't need anybody.