Elysian
(adj.) beautiful or creative;
divinely inspired; peaceful
and perfect
As Allison and Lydia drove in silence, the radio playing faintly in the background with some new pop song neither of them really knew, Allison stared out the window while Lydia switched her gaze between the road and Allison. Everything seemed peaceful and perfect for a change, nothing insane going on and no risk of people dying. Lydia couldn't help but feel like it was because of Allison.
But then the doubt seeped in once again and Lydia just wanted to know how Allison came to be sitting in the passenger seat of her car and started to wonder if she was real once again, but she had to be, because Stiles saw her too. But, what if this was just another one of her banshee things, and it was all just something happening in her head, but she was sure now that it wasn't, because she can feel Allison's arm brushing against her own, Lydia can see the brunette sitting next to her, she could smell the all too familiar scent that came from Allison's hair mostly, but mostly, it was something in her heart, telling her that Allison was finally back.
"Stop doing that," Allison spoke quietly, still looking out the window.
"Doing what?" Came Lydia's response as she looked toward the brunette once again.
"Doubting that I'm really me then convincing yourself that it's true and that I'm finally back and coming up with reasons to tell yourself that it's real, I'm real, I'm here, stop questioning it, its getting annoying." Allison never tore her gaze away from the window, not quite looking at the landscape, just not looking at the strawberry blonde.
"How did you-" Lydia started but Allison was already cutting her office.
"I can hear you." Allison stated, it was the oddest thing, because all Lydia was doing was thinking, that's it.
I'm sorry Lydia thought to herslef, not quite wanting to say it out loud, but she didn't quite need to.
"Sorry for what, look I'm sorry, you're just being concerned and I'm being snappy." The 5'3" girl's jaw dropped. There was something strange going on andLydia wanted to know what it was.
After a couple more hours of driving, it was past night fall so the girls decided to rest up and continue in the morning. They checked in to a hotel and were escorted to their room.
"Goodnight Lydia," Allison whispered as she got into the bed beside the green eyed girl.
"Goodnight." Lydia whispered back.
Both girls fell asleep, Allison was lying peacefully on her side while Lydia was tossing and turning, the dream she was having not entirely pleasant.
She was back in that awful tunnel, Stiles' body that had had the nogitsune in it unconscious on the floor, she could feel death in the air, coming closer and closer to someone in the pack, but she couldn't quite pinpoint who it was until,
"Allison!"
That's when Lydia shot up in bed, and the brunette was up too in an instant, wrapping her arms around the shaking girl who had started to cry.
"It was just a dream, it was just a dream, it's okay, it wasn't real." Consoled Allison, trying to calm Lydia down.
"But it was, it was real, it was the worst moment of my life." You could bar let hear a sound after those words were spoken, except for Lydia's small sobs that slipped through her lips as she was trying to hold them back.
"So that's how it happened..." Allison muttered.
"Yeah..." Lydia replied.
-
In the morning, the girls checked out of the hotel and continued on the road, making their way to Mexico to find Chris Argent who had gone back to Mexico after the majority of the pack had graduated.
"So how's Isaac?" There it was, the question, one that Lydia had been dreading. She pondered exactly what to say, how to say it, because Isaac was gone, no longer in Beacon Hills.
"Wouldn't know." Lydia tried to shrug it off, but that wasn't going to work in the slightest bit.
"Well why not, haven't you seen him?" Allison was looking at Lydia now, confusion in her eyes because she didn't understand what was going on.
"It's been a year since I've seen him." She was trying to stall, trying to figur out a way to say it without fucking shit up.
"Well where is he?" No avoiding it now.
"He moved to France with your father after you died, but now he lives in London." Explained Lydia, not going too much into detail.
"All on his own? He's living in a city, a country, a continent where he knows nobody!" She seemed angry now. Fuck.
"Well he's not alone actually." Time to hit the nail straight on the head.
"Oh really, because he's not with my dad, so who is he with, exactly." Allison was almost shouting now, kind of angry that the strawberry blonde was trying to stall and avoid the question. All she wanted to know was if Isaac was okay.
"He's living with Jackson in London, Jackson had decided that he wanted to see what Paris was like, because he had never been, and they bumped into each other at a café and so after a few weeks, he moved in with Jackson in London." Lydia explained and Allison smiled, happy to know that although her and Isaac would no longer be together, but he would be happy, and that's what mattered.
"That's good, as long as their happy, then that's okay." Allison smiled, and it was a genuine smile, because the people that she cared about were okay and happy.
~
WOWOWOW IM SORRY TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPDATE WOWOWOW IM SORRY BUT HERES AN UPDATE I KNOW THAT ITS SHORT O WELL BUT HERE YOU GO AN UPDATE SO THATS CHILL THIS EXISTS AS AN UPDATE OKAY HAVE SOME CONTENT IM GOING TO TRY RLY RLY HARD SO THAT YOU DONT HAVE TO WAIT MONTHS FOR ANOTHER UPDATE OKAY IM SORRY VOTE & COMMENT IF YOU WANT ME TO DO A SOMETHING SOMETIME THAT DELVES INTO THE LIFE OF JACKSON AND ISAAC BECAUSE I HAVE AN IDEA FOR THAT BUT IDK IF ANY OF YOU WOULD BE INTERESTED IN READING THAT ALSO SO THAT YOU GUYS KNOW WHATS GOING ON YOU CAN READ MY RANT BOOK CALLED GET SHREKT FOR UPDATES ON WTF IS GOING ON OK OK BYE
Kisses,
Jax
YOU ARE READING
Amaranth ⚢ Allydia
Fanfiction"Lydia, you know that you can talk to me about anything, right?" "I know that Alli. That is what's scaring me. I can, but I shouldn't be able to. You are dead. You died last year." In which Allison Argent mysteriously appears out of nowhere after be...
