Ā«A Bed-time Story For a BansheeĀ»
Relationship: Cora Hale/Lydia Martin (cordia)
WC: 2.1k
Summary:
āAnd Iām absolutely ready to hear what you werewolves tell your children before putting them to bed,ā says Lydia, turning around to look at Coraās face, āand I want to hear the best storyā
āIām not the best storyteller so bear with me.ā Cora responds softly, tracing circles on Lydiaās temple, ābut Iāll try my bestā
The dim light of the bed-stand lamp dappled the faces of two girls, absorbed in the semi-darkness and silence of the small room.
āWell, it was definitely not that necessary to follow me to my room,ā stated Lydia, hopping on her bed, āas you can see, Iām completely and totally fineā
āYouāve fainted like three times,ā deadpanned Cora, leaning on the door frame, arms crossed against her chest, ādidnāt know that counts as ācompletely and totally fineā
āOh I didnāt know that you know me better than I do,ā the girl hemmed, climbing up on her bed, āIām okay now so youāre free to goā
Cora stayed silent for a moment, before an exhausted breath slept from her mouth. She turned around and walked away without dropping a single word, leaving Lydia to her own thoughts.
Lydia wakes up to the scraping sound of the kitchen cabinet after as it seemed an eternity of a profound dreamless sleep. Still in a sleepy haze she steps out from the bed to tiptoe downstairs just to encounter a familiar figure, making her way from one cabinet to another as if in a search for something.
āIf youāre looking for the cups theyāre right above your head,ā Lydia whispers, taking a seat at the small kitchen table.
A soft āthank youā from Cora is immediately followed by the comforting scent of a chamomile tea, as she pours it in the finally found cups. A few seconds pass before one of them appears before Lydia.
āYou should drink all of it,ā Cora says softly, taking a small sip herself, āit will soothe yourā¦ā she stops, her fingers quickly touching her own neck, as her eyes are fixed on Lydiaās. Lydia nods, taking an equally small sip of the warm liquid herself. She takes a note on the perfect temperature of the drink, when it doesnāt burn her insides but soothes her yet again burning cords.
āBetter?ā Cora asks, without breaking eye contact for a second. Lydia gives her another nod, suddenly too tired to utter a sound. Cora smiles, nodding in return before going back to her own cup. They sit like that for quite a long time drinking in a comforting presence of each other.
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āAnd yet again you didnāt have to follow me to my bedroom,ā Lydia sighs, turning around to face the other girl, āor do you want to read me a bed-time story as well?ā
āDo you want me to?ā Cora raises her brow, a little smirk lightening her face.
āWhat am I? A five year old?ā
āIs that a yes?ā
Lydia silences for a second. Her lips now a straight line and she lifts her hand in the air hesitating about the next move. Cora stays silent in front of her, waiting patiently for the response.
āIām definitely too old for this.ā Lydia sighs heavily, surrendering and crawls under the blanket. When the other girl doesnāt move, she softly pats the empty space on her bed, inviting Cora to join her. With the swoosh of the blanket the other girl crawls on the bed, settling herself right beside Lydia. As soon as sheās settled she feels the sudden warmth of Lydiaās body wrapping her in a soft cover and she quivers for a second, when the girlās strawberry blonde hair swoops all around her as she places her head on her lap.
āAnd Iām absolutely ready to hear what you werewolves tell your children before putting them to bed,ā says Lydia, turning around to look at Coraās face, āand I want to hear the best storyā
āIām not the best storyteller so bear with me.ā Cora responds softly, tracing circles on Lydiaās temple, ābut Iāll try my bestā