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Relationship: Cora Hale/Lydia Martin (cordia)
WC: 2.1k
Summary:
“And I’m absolutely ready to hear what you werewolves tell your children before putting them to bed,” says Lydia, turning around to look at Cora’s face, “and I want to hear the best story” “I’m not the best storyteller so bear with me.” Cora responds softly, tracing circles on Lydia's temple, “but I’ll try my best”
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.
“Well, it was definitely not that necessary to follow me to my room,” stated Lydia, hopping on her bed, “as you can see, I’m completely and totally fine”
“You’ve fainted like three times,” deadpanned Cora, leaning on the door frame, arms crossed against her chest, “didn't know that counts as “completely and totally fine”
“Oh I didn't know that you know me better than I do,” the girl hemmed, climbing up on her bed, “I’m okay now so you’re free to go”
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.
“If you're looking for the cups they’re right above your head,” Lydia whispers, taking a seat at the small kitchen table.
A soft “thank you” 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.
“You should drink all of it,” Cora says softly, taking a small sip herself, “it will soothe your…” she stops, her fingers quickly touching her own neck, as her eyes are fixed on Lydia’s. 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 doesn't burn her insides but soothes her yet again burning cords.
“Better?” 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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“And yet again you didn't have to follow me to my bedroom,” Lydia sighs, turning around to face the other girl, “or do you want to read me a bed-time story as well?”
“Do you want me to?” Cora raises her brow, a little smirk lightening her face.
“What am I? A five year old?”
“Is that a yes?”
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.
“I’m definitely too old for this.” Lydia sighs heavily, surrendering and crawls under the blanket. When the other girl doesn't 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 she’s settled she feels the sudden warmth of Lydia’s body wrapping her in a soft cover and she quivers for a second, when the girl’s strawberry blonde hair swoops all around her as she places her head on her lap.
“And I’m absolutely ready to hear what you werewolves tell your children before putting them to bed,” says Lydia, turning around to look at Cora’s face, “and I want to hear the best story”
“I’m not the best storyteller so bear with me.” Cora responds softly, tracing circles on Lydia's temple, “but I’ll try my best”
