I Lit a House on Fire (Just to See a Painted Sky) CH1.
Hi. Okay, I know it’s been a while since I posted the preview of this and the whole ‘coming soon’ thing wasn’t very ‘soon’. But the idea got lost in my head and I wasn’t all that sure where I was going to go with it (then I remembered I plan nothing and went with my usual, fuck it, we’ll see what happens approach. So yeah, let me know what you think, if you want me to keep going with it etc. Without further ado, here we go again.
Lydia Martin was eighteen years old and a little bit alone in the world. So she looked to the stars and remembered their names, climbed hilltops and left hand scrawled memories on tree trunks. She wished for bigger cities, prettier skies and an ocean that could take her away.
Stiles Stilinski was nineteen years old and had discovered when he was young that he liked his roof better than his bed. He tore through town in an old, beaten car that might have been someone else’s and he read about myths and legends when the sun went down.
And this is what they did when the world wasn’t looking.