Our Days Are Yours: A Portrait of Three
Author: tryslora
Title: Our Days Are Yours: A Portrait of Three
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Allison/Scott/Isaac, Lydia/Jackson
Character/s: Lydia, Allison, Scott, Isaac
Summary: Lydia tries to arrange a still life of three people who never seem to stop moving.
Warnings: none
Word Count:
Prompt: #2 - Photographs
Author's Notes: Teen Wolf is not owned by me (wish it was!). This is absolutely unbetaed, so all errors are mine!
“Stop that, you’re tickling me.” Allison laughs as Isaac’s hand falls across her belly, teasing at the skin bared when her shirt rides up. Scott wraps his arms around her, pinning her to let Isaac’s fingers drift and Allison can’t help but laugh again.
“This isn’t exactly what I’d planned for your portrait,” Lydia says idly. She can wait as long she needs for them to settle down. The lights are warm and bright, the living room cast in color despite the darkening skies of dusk outside. “This isn’t a video, nor a magical camera. Do you think the three of you might manage to sit quietly for once?”
Allison gasps, trying to stop laughing. “Of course, of course. Boys!”
They stop when she chastises them, of course. They would do anything for her. Allison’s boys, Scott and Isaac, both firmly wrapped around her little finger. Lydia rather thinks that they enjoy being wrapped there together, equally as interested in each other as in their Allison.
“Stand up.” Lydia sets the camera down gently on the table, then waves her hands to order them to get up. She waits until they arrange themselves off to one side, one of Scott’s hands still lingering at Allison’s side, his other entangled with Isaac’s fingers.
They are never not touching. Lydia envies their affection.
She misses that sort of affection in her life.
“Sit there, Scott.” She points at the couch and Scott sits. Lydia can’t help the small smirk that tries to escape; Allison really does have him well trained. “Allison, sit next to him. Not-” she raises one hand as Allison moves into place, halting her before she can get too close. “Not on top of him, of course. Next to him. And Isaac…”
“Yes?” There is something terribly earnest about Isaac, but also terribly lonely. Lydia remembers what he was like when he first joined the Pack, so desperate to be a part of something. Hungry and damaged until he found his place with Scott and Allison.
Lydia smiles gently. She has a fond spot for poor, sweet, damaged Isaac; she always has. After all, she loved Jackson, the most damaged of them all.
“Lie across them both,” she directs. “Allison, hold him, and Isaac, lay your head in Scott’s lap.”
It takes time for them to arrange themselves amidst more laughter and tickling, but finally Isaac lies there, his eyes closed, Scott’s fingers drifting through his curls. Allison lightly strokes his arm as she leans against Scott’s shoulder, her arm around his back, fingers visible against his hip on the other side.
Lydia tweaks the lights, arranging them to get the perfect shadows. Then she steps back and raises the camera to her eye.
They are quiet, for once. They cannot stop touching each other, points of contact constantly evident as Isaac sighs and Scott smiles, and Allison murmurs things Lydia cannot hear. She watches, capturing the moment first in her mind, then slowly presses the button and listens to the click.
Twice more, from slightly different angles, ensuring she has the perfect shot, then she lowers the camera and tucks it into her bag. She switches off the lights, one at a time, lowering the room into a post-dusk haze.
Scott leans down, capturing Isaac’s mouth in a long kiss while Allison strokes Isaac’s haunch. One of them purrs, a low, rumbling, happy growl.
They have forgotten Lydia is here, but she doesn’t mind. They remind her that it is possible to have and to hold and to be happy.
She shoulders her bag and says nothing as she slips away. She has captured this moment; she will never forget it.
Title: Our Days Are Yours: A Portrait of Three
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Allison/Scott/Isaac, Lydia/Jackson
Character/s: Lydia, Allison, Scott, Isaac
Summary: Lydia tries to arrange a still life of three people who never seem to stop moving.
Warnings: none
Word Count:
Prompt: #2 - Photographs
Author's Notes: Teen Wolf is not owned by me (wish it was!). This is absolutely unbetaed, so all errors are mine!
“Stop that, you’re tickling me.” Allison laughs as Isaac’s hand falls across her belly, teasing at the skin bared when her shirt rides up. Scott wraps his arms around her, pinning her to let Isaac’s fingers drift and Allison can’t help but laugh again.
“This isn’t exactly what I’d planned for your portrait,” Lydia says idly. She can wait as long she needs for them to settle down. The lights are warm and bright, the living room cast in color despite the darkening skies of dusk outside. “This isn’t a video, nor a magical camera. Do you think the three of you might manage to sit quietly for once?”
Allison gasps, trying to stop laughing. “Of course, of course. Boys!”
They stop when she chastises them, of course. They would do anything for her. Allison’s boys, Scott and Isaac, both firmly wrapped around her little finger. Lydia rather thinks that they enjoy being wrapped there together, equally as interested in each other as in their Allison.
“Stand up.” Lydia sets the camera down gently on the table, then waves her hands to order them to get up. She waits until they arrange themselves off to one side, one of Scott’s hands still lingering at Allison’s side, his other entangled with Isaac’s fingers.
They are never not touching. Lydia envies their affection.
She misses that sort of affection in her life.
“Sit there, Scott.” She points at the couch and Scott sits. Lydia can’t help the small smirk that tries to escape; Allison really does have him well trained. “Allison, sit next to him. Not-” she raises one hand as Allison moves into place, halting her before she can get too close. “Not on top of him, of course. Next to him. And Isaac…”
“Yes?” There is something terribly earnest about Isaac, but also terribly lonely. Lydia remembers what he was like when he first joined the Pack, so desperate to be a part of something. Hungry and damaged until he found his place with Scott and Allison.
Lydia smiles gently. She has a fond spot for poor, sweet, damaged Isaac; she always has. After all, she loved Jackson, the most damaged of them all.
“Lie across them both,” she directs. “Allison, hold him, and Isaac, lay your head in Scott’s lap.”
It takes time for them to arrange themselves amidst more laughter and tickling, but finally Isaac lies there, his eyes closed, Scott’s fingers drifting through his curls. Allison lightly strokes his arm as she leans against Scott’s shoulder, her arm around his back, fingers visible against his hip on the other side.
Lydia tweaks the lights, arranging them to get the perfect shadows. Then she steps back and raises the camera to her eye.
They are quiet, for once. They cannot stop touching each other, points of contact constantly evident as Isaac sighs and Scott smiles, and Allison murmurs things Lydia cannot hear. She watches, capturing the moment first in her mind, then slowly presses the button and listens to the click.
Twice more, from slightly different angles, ensuring she has the perfect shot, then she lowers the camera and tucks it into her bag. She switches off the lights, one at a time, lowering the room into a post-dusk haze.
Scott leans down, capturing Isaac’s mouth in a long kiss while Allison strokes Isaac’s haunch. One of them purrs, a low, rumbling, happy growl.
They have forgotten Lydia is here, but she doesn’t mind. They remind her that it is possible to have and to hold and to be happy.
She shoulders her bag and says nothing as she slips away. She has captured this moment; she will never forget it.