A/N: Okay guys. This is the very LAST chapter of the story, so please, please don't hesitate to leave me a good amount of comments. It would really mean a lot to me. And thank you so much to all of you who constantly commented and supported both me and my writing and who took the time out of your day to read my goofy story. This story and these characters truly mean a lot to me, and I'm so happy that we made it to the end, there were a lot of times that I wasn't sure we would get here but look- here we are now!
I have been requested for a sequel, but I think this is where the story should end. I am going to consider writing the PJO stydia AU 'Elysium' though, I'll definitely try, but no promises bc I have quite a few personal projects to tackle at the moment.
ANYWAY, STYDIA FTW!!! ENJOY!!
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Maybe one day,
when I've suffered,
tired and twisted, I'll call her,
and we'll drive, into the sunset.
I wanna touch the northern lights,
we could leave the world behind,
I wanna know what it's like,
to walk away from this life.
t h i r t y - f i v e
L y d i a
She traced his scars that night.
They were lying down in her bedroom naked, the wind outside made the curtains sway like ghosts, cylindrical candles filled the room since the electricity hadn't returned yet. It smelt like vanilla and sandalwood and candle wax.
Stiles slept with his back to her, and she couldn't help but trace the length of his spine, with fingers light as feather quills. He shivered slightly beneath her touch.
There were dark blue bruises adorning the length of his spine, Lydia could picture an ancient world map of lost continents across his skin in the slumbering darkness.
"Lydia," Stiles said, turning towards her, eyelashes fluttering like tides. "I'm so incredibly sorry about Allison. I - she... You know if there was anything that I could do..." his voice trailed off.
"Shh," she said. "It's just a dream."
"Lydia," his expression had changed. He looked... concerned.
"What?" she muttered bitterly, turning away and yanking her bra from underneath her pillow to pull it on, her cheeks reddening in the process.
"It's not hitting you like it should," he said.
"You look like a rotten fruit," Lydia commented numbly, gesturing to his battered torso.
"Wow, thanks," Stiles replied, but he didn't sound very offended.
"Lydia," he repeated, propping his head up on his elbow and pulling her towards him.
When she didn't respond, he wrapped one arm, thick as a snake, around her waist and pushed his chin into her shoulder, his breaths tickled her skin and hair. His chest pressed against her back made her stomach shudder.
She would never get used to being raw and aching and whole with Stiles Stilinski.
"Shh," she echoed. "Can we just have this moment?"
"We can have a thousand," Stiles promised. "The world isn't out to get us anymore."
"That's a lie," Lydia replied, huffing.
"And so is whatever you're telling yourself to stay this strong. It's brave and admirable how strong you've been through it all. It's beautiful, even, but I'm worried sick, Lyd. I mean, your best friend -"
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