☆彡 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳
❛ can you just admit that i saved your life already? superman is here. i'm right in front of you! ❜
lois was sure that she would love
a human boy. not a werewolf. but
isaac lahey put a dent in th...
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030. WAKE UP! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Lois had a restless nights sleep, that night.
After Peter had left, she cried for a while. It hadn't been too long before she had been called down for dinner, where she had pushed her food around her plate with a dramatic loss in appetite, and she sniffled every few minutes. When her father had questioned the tear stains on her cheeks, Lois had spewed some sort of lie about grieving over Boyd, and he had promptly let it slide.
Matthew didn't believe her, but he trusted her — if Lois needed him, then she would let him know. He trusted her, wholeheartedly.
She had finally gotten to shower. It was late when she had, and it had been difficult as the running water kept trailing away in upset waves and missing her head altogether, but Lois had managed to keep herself under enough control to wash her hair semi-decently.
Having not been able to fall asleep straight away — a common theme in her life — Lois had opted to try and complete some work for school, although she failed to get very far. Everything hurt Lois' brain. She didn't understand much of it, given her time off since Boyd's death, but she doubted she would have been able to really complete it, anyway; she hadn't paid attention to classes in weeks, it was rather difficult with a life like theirs. All of it seemed to roll around in a mass of letters and numbers, and the font danced in her vision and avoided forming intelligible words. So, rather than push on, Lois Lane had grown distracted and found herself in a state of subconscious doodling.
Her notebook had been a mess, recently, from the few times she had actually opened it. Nothing inside consisted of useful notes in any of her classes. None of it was worth anything.
