thepainted_lady: (Dreaming of something better)
Death )

Mile )

Paper )

Wine )

Teeth )

Electricity )

Ink )

Sex )

Heaven )

Kitten )

[ooc note: The more canonical drabbles don't refer to any specific Samuel, Edgar or Sylar. Where [livejournal.com profile] hearts_andminds RP/plot or other 'verse seems indicated, Samuel here is [livejournal.com profile] offering_hope and Edgar is [livejournal.com profile] right_handman.]
thepainted_lady: (Always a little apart)
I have a tale to tell
Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well

~ Madonna, "Live to Tell"


"Oh, Lydia. What secrets have you been keeping?"

Her past is not something Lydia talks about, not to anyone. Samuel's voice echoes back to her sometimes, the taunting question asking one thing, but brushing against so many others, thoughts, memories, bits of her she keeps tucked out of sight in the shadows. The shadows, after all, are where she figures they belong. Pull something out into the light, and the exposition becomes something you cannot escape. Labels get attached, things start to define you, people look at you differently once they know your secrets. She tells herself she cast off those labels and definitions when she dropped his last name, keeping that small piece of herself even away. A name is a trail, after all, a link tying her back to what came before. She threw it aside when she came here, violently and with extreme prejudice, taking on a new persona. Lydia, the Tattoo Girl. Lydia, the Painted Lady. Lydia, the Exotic Temptress.

Warning: potentially triggery though nothing graphic )

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October 2011

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