You know, I love the Allydia queen-and-knight thing that fandom’s got going on and all, but what about the reverse?
Allison as the warrior queen, beautiful, shining, bold, who took her kingdom by the sword and will protect it with her life, queen of silver crown and silver bow, fierce and just glorious ruler. Lydia as her very most loyal and beloved lady-in-waiting, who keeps Allison’s hearth and castle warm.
(And when the other sort of battles need to be fought, the duels of sharp and poisoned tongue, and honeyed words, and secrets kept or whispered in glorious ballrooms—well, in those battles, the Lady Lydia will ever be her Queen’s very best champion.)
Allison knows how to rule, how to command armies and soothe the fear in soldier’s hearts. She won this land by dint of her strength and by the way that she can make people, for both men and women took up arms to follow her, believe in the future she sees. She wears silken finery with hidden pockets for her daggers and disdains jeweled swords in favor of a simple but effective crossbow. She protects her kingdom by standing tall and looking danger right in the eye before daring it to try to take what is hers.
But Lydia? Oh Lydia ends wars before they are begun, a few well-placed words over a quilt as she stitches with her fellow ladies-in-waiting. She keeps the castle airy and beautiful so everyone who visits can see how richly a Queen of Allison’s standing lives. She makes sure that every guest, even the poorest representative of the smallest town, is given lavish quarters and luscious meals so that all will know of the Queen’s largesse - of how she can not only afford to be so generous, but of how well she thinks of all her subjects to treat them so.
She grinds powders that will dust Allison’s face to make her skin refuse to absorb poisons, brews potions that will slick a needle that she ‘accidentally’ pricks a fellow Lady with that will cause her to swoon and sicken when her Lord begins to make trouble. But usually she keeps healing tonics bubbling over the fire, is too busy making poultices or youth creams to bother with that. Queen Allison will not build her kingdom on nothing but corpses - there is no future in a country that does not love you as their savior.
She leaves the Death making to Stiles, the Queen’s Alchemist. Lydia picks out those for death, but she does not sully her own hands with the making of their demises. She does this so that she can touch Allison each night with hands relatively clean. Allison knows that neither of them are pure, not anymore. But there is a difference between killing a man when he can try to fight back and destroying him from the inside out while he has no idea what is happening. Lydia thinks Allison would be okay with it, would trust Lydia to know what she was doing. But she doesn’t want to put that on Allison’s head. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, and it is Lydia’s duty, nay privilege, to lift it off each evening and rub away the dents it leaves on Allison’s fair skin. She will not add to the weight of it.
meanwhile Scott is Allison’s right hand man and her knight, he was her squire when everyone derided the princess knight, stood by her when she had nothing and then refused reward when she had everything, he rides with her to war because she trusts no one else with her back in battle, but otherwise he prefers to be the Head of the Stables - spoiling the horses and rolling with the puppies, and Derek is the actual Head of the Guard who always desperately tries to convince Scott to come back officially to the guard, 'YOU ARE A LEGEND' his eyes say as he stares stonily at the man playing with puppies, 'WHY DON'T YOU WANT TO FIGHT WITH ME AND BE MY BROTHER-IN-ARMS' his jawline says as he clenches it while he lifts hay under Scott's directio, he ends up being an un-official stable hand which makes all of the guards under his command facepalm mightily, wow I got really into this AU xD, teen wolf, rainbowrites fic, ish.
EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.
Like on one hand, the actual text, because yes that’s perfect, the two of them. But then also the tags, ahahahahaha. 'YOU ARE A LEGEND' his eyes say as he stares stonily at the man playing with puppies
If you’re battling a mental illness and didn’t want to wake up this morning but did anyways, you’re a motherfucking badass. Because living with a mental illness is hard and I’m damn proud of you for still being here and fighting. You’re metal as hell and tough as nails. So keep on fighting, you kickass Viking warrior. You can win this.
So tumblr doesn’t seem to want to post something this long, and it was just a half-assed idea last night, but now I’m determined. Which means we’re doing this shit in parts, my dears. Oh yes.
Sciles, post-3B. Quite possibly the only post-3B Skittles I have any interest in.
What the hell, because I already typed it up in a chat window and because I can tonight:
the only canon-compilant (ish) post-3B Skittles I shall accept (until further notice)
Of course, then Allison comes back from the dead.
This is a delight. All the blurry kinds of love.
And I have to say, while it’s not the song that grabs me and makes me want to play it over and over again, I am still blown away by “Constant Craving.” Just. That song, at that point in the narrative and with the voices it has. It’s just amazing.
"Control" is another one. Glee doesn’t make much sense if you don’t pay attention to who is singing what, and if you do it is absolutely chilling at times.