Lorelai doesn't believe in the supernatural, but when your a ghost seeing clairvoyant teenager living in Beacon Hills, it's quite hard not to.
(stiles stilinskixoc)
Teen wolf | s3
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LORELAI SINCLAIR WASN'T A BELIEVER OF THE SUPERNATURAL, she liked to invest her trust into science or something with a logical reason behind it. Elliot Sinclair liked to believe in anything and everything, blood sucking vampires and lonely lost souls, the one thing he did not believe in was nothing.
Lorelai wasn't a believer of the supernatural until she saw her twin brother walking around her room. It seemed not even dying could keep the twin away from annoying his sister.
Naturally, the brunette thought she was hallucinating, the trauma of witnessing the untimely death of her brother hours prior causing her to see things. She quickly realised that that was not the case.
His heart had not miraculously re started itself nor had he risen from the dead, he was in fact still very much dead. His soul, spirit, was not.
"Your not real." She stated sternly, rubbing her eyes to a close hoping that when she opened them, he would be gone. "None of this is real."
The brunette was currently sat curled up beside her bed, her arms hugging her knees as she struggled to hold onto her sanity. She had spent 5 long, agonizing hours in a hospital chair while her eyes had stayed trained onto a clock, wincing at every minute that passed that had not brought Elliot back to life.
She had spent 5 long, agonizing hours waiting for them to tell her he was dead.
"Please Lori." He pleaded quietly, "For me, please, believe."
"Your dead." She replied shaking slightly, images of his body being flung across the road and laying coldly on a sterilized table crossing her mind, "I saw you-" The crack in her voice and lump in her throat was enough to make her pause for a moment. "Your. Not. Real."
The boy sighed, rubbing his face in frustration. They couldn't have picked a more stubborn girl for him to convince to that ghosts were real.
Slowly, Elliot made his way to the small brunette who sat huddled on the floor, his arm reaching out for her shoulder to brush it comfortingly only for the girl to snap away and retreat to the corner of her room. She was scared of him.
At a loss for words, Elliot stood watching the girl in hurt. She was shaking, her whole body rattling in fear as she avoided his gaze, her arms wrapped around her waist in a false comfort as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
Her body was emitting more emotions than he could deal with, grief, anger, frustration, desperation, each feeling another blow to his distraught state, confusing his senses and plaguing his mind.
He felt it, he felt it all.
Hesitantly, he made his way to the end of her bed, sitting down and staring at her expectantly. "Sit with me." He whispered so quietly it could've gone unheard.
He thought it did, the long silence that screamed between the two uncertain as Lorelai reluctantly met his gaze, her lip wobbling.
Inhaling shakily, the girl shook her head softly, her vision blurred with tears.
"Please."
The pain and desperation in his voice was what made her move, her legs automatically and instinctively guiding her towards the end of her bed, her hands playing with the hem of her sweater as she stood aimlessly in front of him.
She didn't know what to do, what to believe. Her brother was dead. His heart had stopped and his lungs were empty, she was there, she saw it happen. And yet, there he was, sat in front of her without a single cut or bruise on his body.
The brunette bit her lip before cautiously sitting down beside him, her weary brown eyes evaluating him.
He looked the same. The same honey eyes and brown hair, the same freckles and faded scars, the same Elliot.
Hesitantly, Lorelai brought her hand up to his side, her fingertips hovering by his body as her eyes seeked approval from his. Wordlessly the boy nodded, watching his sisters face as her hand seamlessly went through his right shoulder, a ripple dancing across his body from her contact.
The brunette instinctively pulled her hand away from the boy, her face grimacing as a sob escaped her lips. She had touched nothing. He was nothing.
A silence fell over the twins as Lorelai cried, Elliot helplessly sat next to her as he could do nothing to console the girl.
The two stayed like that for awhile, Lorelai surprisingly comforted by his presence, real or not, until she finally found the courage to meet his eyes again.
"How do I know I'm not going crazy?" She whispered quietly, silent tears falling onto her cheeks as she looked at her brother in desperation.
"You don't." He responded bluntly, his hand hovering above hers, "But you can keep yourself sane by accepting it."
The girl scoffed, sniffling slightly, "And that's what? accepting that I'm a lunatic?"
"No," The boy shook his head, his eyes falling back on her face, "by accepting that your like Aunt Marj."
The brunette's eyes fell onto his hand and the way it hovered above hers, her eyebrows furrowed as realisation seeped onto her face.
