hey old friend, whadaya say old friend

[beanchaointe]

[Stiles has told Lydia several times that she doesn't need to stay in Mystic Falls. She's refusing to listen. Things are starting to get worse here, and whatever impending storm is coming is going to be here soon. She puts herself out and about in town when she can, trying to see if she can catch something that might give her a clearer idea of what's going to happen.

What she isn't expecting, is to run into a familiar face.

She's having another text argument with Stiles about her current life choices when she catches a familiar set of cheek bones out of the corner of her eye. She turns towards them, eyes narrowing before she asks:]

Jackson?

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[matriarchate]

They can.

Jackson's his own person, but he's trustworthy. Lydia is my best friend in the world.

[imnot_likeyou]

[And that is a big boon, Allison doesn't seem like the type to choose her best friends lightly.]

Looks like we're meeting up with them in a bit. I'll keep you posted.