On the rocky shoreline and field stone walls near the coastline of Shetland, Scotland, grows Ramalina siliquosa (sea ivory). This tufted and branched lichen grows above the high-tide mark but is still very tolerant of salt spray. Traditionally it forms part of the diet of sheep on Shetland.
Lydia had felt that touch on her cheeks, stroking her face gently, sliding on her hair with such fondness she starts doubting it had actually happened all in her head only. And that voice… she had heard a voice calling her name. It was so desperate and broken, holding so much hope and sadness at the same time as if it was trying to bring her back to it. From what, she isn’t sure yet.
“Lydia. Lydia!” Her mother calls her louder this time, “God, honey is everything alright?”
She shakes her head in confusion and focus back on the woman, “I– mom, did someone come over while i was asleep?”
“No, honey of course not.” Then she analyzes Lydia’s expression once more and repeats, “Are you okay?”
Lydia shuts her eyes before answering, the feeling of heat still on her face. When she opens them back to look at her mom she finds her staring quizzically, “Yeah. Yeah i’m fine, i just had a weird dream.”
“No,” Lydia replies immediately, finding herself smiling at the memory of it, “Not really, it was just… strange.”
Rating: G - 2k words - Genre: romance, hurt, angst
A/N: I had written this drabble a while ago and i was planning to keep it for me but now i feel emotional enough to post it and start another hiatus in the best way possible.This is not a missing scene because i wouldn’t know where to specifically collocate this but i definitely think Lydia could’ve felt this way at the very beginning of Stiles’ absence.
Enjoy this desperate attempt of mine to wreck your hearts and please let me know your thoughts about the story!!