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tampered2013-12-13 11:39 pm
lefthandedgenius) wrote in tampered2013-12-13 11:39 pm
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Skaters Gonna Skate [Open]
When: Through December & January
Where: A skating rink in the city; a frozen pond in Xanadu, anyplace where there's ice to skate on!
Rating: Let's call it PG-13.
Characters: Lydia Martin and YOU!
Summary: One Lydia's favorite things in all the worlds is ice skating. Come skate with her!
There's a short list of things Lydia loves. Math. Astrophysics. Yoga Ice skating.
The last time she'd put on skates, she'd been at the rink in Beacon Hills with Allison, Scott, and Stiles. She had thought for a few hours she might be able to escape the living nightmare her life had become, but it had been in vain. She had a few moments of peace before Peter Hale's influence had warped it into a horror. She'd screamed so loud her throat felt raw for days afterward.
She hadn't skated since. She hadn't been in the mood. There was no one to go with. With everything going on she didn't have time. There were always excuses.
But there are no excuses here. No reason for her not to enjoy herself, to reclaim something that was dear to her.
So Lydia skates. Every day, whether at the rink or in the chilly outdoors. Wobbly at first but then with increasing confidence, soon enough she glides across the ice, eventually even daring arabesques, spins, and the occasional single spin.
Where: A skating rink in the city; a frozen pond in Xanadu, anyplace where there's ice to skate on!
Rating: Let's call it PG-13.
Characters: Lydia Martin and YOU!
Summary: One Lydia's favorite things in all the worlds is ice skating. Come skate with her!
There's a short list of things Lydia loves. Math. Astrophysics. Yoga Ice skating.
The last time she'd put on skates, she'd been at the rink in Beacon Hills with Allison, Scott, and Stiles. She had thought for a few hours she might be able to escape the living nightmare her life had become, but it had been in vain. She had a few moments of peace before Peter Hale's influence had warped it into a horror. She'd screamed so loud her throat felt raw for days afterward.
She hadn't skated since. She hadn't been in the mood. There was no one to go with. With everything going on she didn't have time. There were always excuses.
But there are no excuses here. No reason for her not to enjoy herself, to reclaim something that was dear to her.
So Lydia skates. Every day, whether at the rink or in the chilly outdoors. Wobbly at first but then with increasing confidence, soon enough she glides across the ice, eventually even daring arabesques, spins, and the occasional single spin.