*WAS CRUEL SUMMER*
"The pain of it slashed through my body in nauseating waves before settling heavily in the pit of my belly. I tried to hold it together, to hold it down, but I couldn't."
{ scott mccall x fem!oc }
{ season three - six }
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dark moo
"We are going to die." Lydia Martin deadpanned as she looked to her right, her two friends stood beside her, taking in the environment much like she was.
High upon a mesa in the middle of the desert sat a small Mexican village, burning hot sun blaring down on them as all heads turned towards them, staring at three teenagers who looked like fish out of water, but that was an understatement. They had no place here, but it was only natural for them to end up here, following an absurd plan- the plan Lydia believed would finish her off. That was how she felt towards most plans created by Stiles Stilinski, but this had to be their worst yet.
Stiles hadn't been alone in creating this plan, Noelle had a part to play too, she hated to admit. It was a necessary evil, the pack depended upon her and her training to navigate them. To gain the intel that would help them defeat a group of hunters like the Calaveras- a group Noelle was told tales about by her mentor, a man she'd called upon for assistance. Though in her words, she was just curious to know more about the family. Though there was slight disbelief, Chris told the girl what she needed to know, where to find the Calaveras, the aresnal they might have.
When Argent had seen her name on his phone for the first time since his move to France he had made a few assumptions of what it might be about, curiosity over the Calaveras wasn't on that list. He had thought that she had called to confess that she was struggling without his guidance to help her, that settling into the new family dynamic that she found herself in wasn't as easy as she hoped it would be. Frankly, everyone had expected it to be easier than it had been, they all had the same assumption that when Noelle reunited with her birth mother they would instantly click, like it would all make sense somehow. That her relationship with Peyton would be like the relationship she'd shared with Cole. It couldn't have been further from the truth.
Maybe she still had the unrealistic expectation that one day she would be wrapped up in Darby's arms and it would feel like home, like everything was right in the world, but she was a girl who'd just lost the strongest family figure she had, who'd had everything swept beneath her. She'd lost family just as quick as she'd gained it. To find out that her biological father had met the fate her father had wasn't easy, perhaps she was more like Camila than she'd thought. Rather than all of the fantastic feelings she'd thought she would receive when being reunited with her true family all that Noelle had been left with was anxiety that she wasn't the daughter that Darby had been picturing for the past fifteen years, the daughter that she knew as Briar, a name she'd called the blonde a handful of times over the past few weeks. If not the feeling of anxiety, then fear, fear of not being the older sister to Peyton like Cole had been the older brother to her.
It was safe to say that over the past few weeks, adjustments had been made, physically. But the mental adjustments were yet to be made. For more than just Noelle. Everyone was still trying to mourn the death of Allison and Cole. Lydia was still working her way through the heartbreak of Aiden leaving on top of that. Stiles was handling the guilt that he felt for their deaths, he would never not feel responsible for his best friend losing her big brother, or for his other best friend to lose a girl he'd loved once before, perhaps part of him still did have a soft spot for the brunette who walked into his life at a time where he needed it most. Life hadn't been great for anyone as of late.
