The scream was exhausting - it always was, but this wasn’t just a scream to clear her mind, to clear her thoughts. She was searching with this scream, for the lost, for the past, for the one that she had thought was gone for good. Lydia knew, before she even opened her eyes, that it had worked.
"Allison?“
The name came off her lips like a prayer, and she opened up her eyes to see her, her best friend, her sister, the one person that she had loved unconditionally and had asked for nothing in return. A sob escaped her lips, and she started nodding, not even certain she could voice how she felt in that moment.
She could see her Allison.
Shock ran clear through her veins, her dark eyes glazed over at the prospect of it working. Had it? Will it? But he friends matching expression, the feeling that centered from her. It had worked, she could see her. Joy spread through the girl, a feeling she didn’t know she was allowed to have. Still it was there, just for her best friend.
"Its me Lydia.”
Words almost choked from her mouth, Allison didn’t yet know if tears were possible. But deep down she knew if so, they would be streaming down her cheeks. Some of sadness for where they were, but for happiness that they might be able to have.
No manual. Of course no manual. Was there ever one? Well, perhaps, trapped in the Argent apartment in the form of a Bestiary. The Hales had one as well - it was high time she began to compile her own, but for now, she would have to wing it.
Powers, revealing things, showing the truth-
”Cover your ears.”
So she went with the most basic of all things that a banshee, herself, could do. She opened up her mouth, and let out a scream.
Was there something about ghosts written, at least by her family… All she could ever remember was talk about wolves, but even when they needed information about kanimas it was there. Maybe they could find something, figure a way to make this work. At least she could communicate, count her blessings with that number. Wheels were turning in both their heads, and when she looked to her friend she found herself nodding. Even if she couldn’t see it.
"Okay.“
Placing her hands over her ears. Catching the wails that even as a ghost made her skin crawl. Had it worked, could she see her? Allison had no idea.
{ delicate cinnamon with a deep brown rim around irides had never seemed so unreal. soft traits that hid the words for perfection looked so pure, so secure— Allison was extant, had this delusional fantasy of his first love been a constituent of his paranoia? Or had this been his way of coping with it? Allison was indeed a ghost, and Scott was the place of her apparitions…? }
«I thought I had lost you.»
{ somehow the physical contact, something as simple as a small touch is enough to palliate the grief he’s been carrying on his back— it’s been like a blight consuming every inch of hope that had ever grown within him. and now Allison is here to sow it again. }
[ The guilt that swept over her because of the obvious worry he felt, she hadn’t meant to cause him pain, hurt him in any way shape or form. Of all people the one next to her deserved nothing along those lines, nothing involving the obvious look of discontent grazing his features. There was fear, there was disbelief, but Allison was in fact alive, and she was in fact her for Scott. Like she always promised deep down she would be. ]
« You really thing you could get rid of me that easily Scott? »
[ Somehow the touch seemed to show him how prominent she was, maybe now instead of the spark now loss in him… Maybe she could find that hope, the spark that Scott had always had. ]
