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people dance in the woods during the full moon here.
[He is sitting in your chair when you get home, Stiles.]
[ He has earphones in. That's his excuse for how he gets half way into his room, bopping his head and humming, before he notices Derek. Then he just ends up flailing, knocking a book over and dropping his mp3 player. ]
Jesus christ.
Jesus christ.
hang on let me check my busy schedule
Edited 2012-09-05 21:14 (UTC)
[ Action ] that's an awkward conversation waiting to happen
bettercallit
- 2012-09-05 21:45 (UTC) - Expandhe's allowed to find people attractive, he is questioning his sexuality.
studmuffin
- 2012-09-05 21:46 (UTC) - ExpandHey! Dude wake up! [Don't you just love sharing a house with Isaac? Isn't it wonderful?] Come on, get out of bed.
[ Stiles has somehow wound himself up in a blanket burrito, so he just pulls it a little higher under his head and makes a muffled argument against his own arm.
No, Isaac. No. ]
No, Isaac. No. ]
Wass-.
[ He is asleep. Or he was. Kind of. He's been hiding in his bed because at least here he can't get himself into any trouble. But for a moment he actually thinks maybe he dreamt the City up until he opens his eyes and -
Yep, Derek's serial killer shack. Still here.
But there's banging on the window and Stiles flails upright, spilling blankets and soda bottles on to the floor even as he looks over to the window. ]
Oh my god.
[ He is asleep. Or he was. Kind of. He's been hiding in his bed because at least here he can't get himself into any trouble. But for a moment he actually thinks maybe he dreamt the City up until he opens his eyes and -
Yep, Derek's serial killer shack. Still here.
But there's banging on the window and Stiles flails upright, spilling blankets and soda bottles on to the floor even as he looks over to the window. ]
Oh my god.
[A pair of green eyes may be watching you sleep, Stiles.]
[ asfdghjkl;' ]
Oh my god, there's a kid in here. [ :O ] Der -? [ Wait, no, he doesn't want Derek to find out there's a kid in here. He'll scare him. ]
Oh my god, there's a kid in here. [ :O ] Der -? [ Wait, no, he doesn't want Derek to find out there's a kid in here. He'll scare him. ]
[He had fallen asleep in Stiles' bed the night before, and he's there half on top of Stiles in the middle of the night. Snoozing.]
[ All he knows is he's warm and feels totally fine wrapping around that dead weight. ]
You should come pick up your jeep. I've fixed quite a few problems it had.
[He's left Stiles alone for a few days - for one, Stiles has been gone and that's a problem because he's pack -
Doesn't he know what that means?
- and Derek doesn't like them to be separated for this long, not here.
He's tracked him. He would know the smell of the human even without the cloying smell of his bedroom (only cloying to a werewolf). That's how he ends up standing outside where Stiles is staying, staring at the door at two in the morning.]
Doesn't he know what that means?
- and Derek doesn't like them to be separated for this long, not here.
He's tracked him. He would know the smell of the human even without the cloying smell of his bedroom (only cloying to a werewolf). That's how he ends up standing outside where Stiles is staying, staring at the door at two in the morning.]
[ He's been staying with Clint. It's been okay, Stiles has mostly gotten over the mortifying curl of shame that sits in his stomach and makes him crazy with it. Clint's like a really cool uncle and he's good for Stiles.
That doesn't mean he's able to sleep any better, the only thing that really helps is wandering. So he lets himself out of the apartment as quietly as possible ...
Only to run right into Derek. Blinking at his chest. ] Are you crazy?
That doesn't mean he's able to sleep any better, the only thing that really helps is wandering. So he lets himself out of the apartment as quietly as possible ...
Only to run right into Derek. Blinking at his chest. ] Are you crazy?
[He gets his head out of the fridge and look around - Isaac's off, somewhere, and Derek scowls]
Stiles? Stiles!
Stiles? Stiles!
Jesus Christ, what?
[ Skidding into the kitchen. ] Are we under attack? Is there a murderous turkey? I don't think I can deal with a murderous turkey right now.
[ Skidding into the kitchen. ] Are we under attack? Is there a murderous turkey? I don't think I can deal with a murderous turkey right now.
[He comes into the living room from outside looking pale, if that's even possible, breathing hard like he ran the whole way.]
[ He's been perched on the couch the whole day, cycling through network posts and trying to work out the curse. Surrounding him are piles of paper that he spills when he jumps upon the alpha's entrance. ]
... Derek?
... Derek?
[He drops a bag of Chinese food on the table. Usually the smell draws Stiles out of hiding]
[ He's hungry, that's pretty much the only reason he comes out of his room, his hands shoved into his hoodie. He'll go back to ignoring Derek's existence after he swoops down on him. ]
[Haha, you thought you'd escaped to your own place but no. Isaacs climbing through the window and flopping onto your bed. Leaves and mud and snow and all.]
[ He nearly drops the beat-up laptop he's messing with, turns angrily in his computer chair. ]
Jesus Christ, don't do that.
Jesus Christ, don't do that.
[Derek woke up and Stiles was gone.
That's not too unusual - Stiles does still live at home, but then Derek took a breath, and he wasn't home, in his house, in his woods. The smell of Stiles was old and fading and
Human.
So he gets up and makes his way through, sniffing for evidence, and bursts out the door. Something is wrong. He can sense it, something is wrong.
He's through the woods and into a City that isn't Beacon Hills when he howls.
Stiles, where are you, where are you?]
That's not too unusual - Stiles does still live at home, but then Derek took a breath, and he wasn't home, in his house, in his woods. The smell of Stiles was old and fading and
Human.
So he gets up and makes his way through, sniffing for evidence, and bursts out the door. Something is wrong. He can sense it, something is wrong.
He's through the woods and into a City that isn't Beacon Hills when he howls.
Stiles, where are you, where are you?]
[ There's a noise that breaks him out of a fitful sleep, a sound that leaves him straining to hear anything more. He's not sure what it was but he rises (clumsily with his arm still pinned to his chest) and moves to open the window, listen out.
The air's cold. and his breath turns to mist when he breathes out. Resting his head against glass. Maybe he imagined it? ]
The air's cold. and his breath turns to mist when he breathes out. Resting his head against glass. Maybe he imagined it? ]
What does one get for their girlfriend on the Day of Valentines? I have seen hearts are a popular motif. Ought I rip out one from a spectacular beast and present it to her amidst chocolates?
maybe dont do that. because thats gross. also unsanitary.
Are you at the mansion? We need to talk.
[ It's taken him a while to decide what to put in the text, and a little longer to actually send, because he probably doesn't have any right over the kid. But he's concerned. He's allowed to be, right? He might not have actual kids of his own, or even think he's in the position and/or fit to have any, but he's not going to stand by while someone else's are hurt. The pictures he's looking down at are enough to make him act.
On second thought, maybe going over to the mansion where they could be overheard isn't the best idea. ]
Scratch that. Meet me at the park.
[ It's taken him a while to decide what to put in the text, and a little longer to actually send, because he probably doesn't have any right over the kid. But he's concerned. He's allowed to be, right? He might not have actual kids of his own, or even think he's in the position and/or fit to have any, but he's not going to stand by while someone else's are hurt. The pictures he's looking down at are enough to make him act.
On second thought, maybe going over to the mansion where they could be overheard isn't the best idea. ]
Scratch that. Meet me at the park.
whats up???
[ But hey, he's near the park anyway so he just switches up his direction and heads off towards it. Being the typical dumb teen that he is, he ends up texting Clint as he does. ]
is it dinosaurs? or aliens? or tentacle creatures because dude im not dealing with tentacles sry.
[ But hey, he's near the park anyway so he just switches up his direction and heads off towards it. Being the typical dumb teen that he is, he ends up texting Clint as he does. ]
is it dinosaurs? or aliens? or tentacle creatures because dude im not dealing with tentacles sry.
[Do you hear that? That's a girl screaming from Derek's room]
[ Stiles pretty much falls out of his bed, fingers scrabbling for the baseball bat under it in instinct. He doesn't really twig that a woman is screaming in their house so it makes sense to skid down the corridor and shoulder his way in, bat over his shoulder. ]
What's happening? Who's yelling?
What's happening? Who's yelling?
[ The merits and greatness of the Welcome Center aside, their choices in last minute, didn't mean to take the trip I took clothing - lacks. This shirt is too big. He misses his own clothes. He'd gotten new clothes over the summer! They were all cool! Any way he can transfer them here? No? Bueller? ]
How long did you wait before you got all new clothes?
How long did you wait before you got all new clothes?
for a week before i got arrested 4 indecent exposure.
[ He's joking, sort of. ]
i think d's still wearing the same one outfit. figured it was a wolfy thing. there are stores tho.
[ Derek has presumably bought clothes since he's arrived and even Stiles knows that, but picking on him when he can't see and hit him is fun. ]
[ He's joking, sort of. ]
i think d's still wearing the same one outfit. figured it was a wolfy thing. there are stores tho.
[ Derek has presumably bought clothes since he's arrived and even Stiles knows that, but picking on him when he can't see and hit him is fun. ]
[It's really early - just after dawn - when Derek wakes Stiles up]
Stiles, come on.
Stiles, come on.
[ It's a potentially awkward situation but Stiles flails awake and blinks at him in the dim light. ]
Whazzit?
Whazzit?
Hey, I just woke up but I'm okay. I was cursed. I was a pirate. Were you a pirate? Anyway, I'm me again. And I wanted to say [ A breath. ] I don't resent you for staying with Derek and Isaac. I get it. I actually do. If you live with me and my mom, she's -- she's your mom. Not, your mom, I don't mean like that, I mean that you lived for a year without having to answer to anyone. [ Except Derek ] And you know we're still best friends. If you don't, we are. I hope things didn't get too crazy... Did you know pirates hired butchers to be medics? Anyway, you're probably asleep. But, if you want lunch today, let me know?
[ That's one long voicemail there Scott. It's almost an hour later by the time he gets a message back. ]
hey dude. i couldn't find you this weekend but i'm glad you're okay? i wasn't a pirate. mostly i stayed out of the way. can we talk about the other stuff in person? i'll come over and you can feed me. 8D
hey dude. i couldn't find you this weekend but i'm glad you're okay? i wasn't a pirate. mostly i stayed out of the way. can we talk about the other stuff in person? i'll come over and you can feed me. 8D
Chase and Saya - did you know?
kind of. conversations overlapped. it made sense. why?
[ He wakes up to the sound of Lydia Martin's scream, a regular scream, as she races out of his bedroom and into her own. He'd apologize, he even plays at knocking on her door but what can he say? So, he knocks, she tells him to go away and because he's Scott McCall, he does. For now. He doesn't go to his mother's bedroom but he can hear she's already gone.
He goes to the clinic, gets an early start and focuses on that. Around eleven he fires a few text messages off to his mother. An apology. Things get awkward. Yes, they used protection. And then she tells him if Rory does come around again, he has her permission to chase him off in any way. He won't have to. But, if he does, he can be intimidating.
Nothing he could send Lydia will do, text or message wise.
So, he finishes up his day and considers his options. He has another apology to make on his apology tour 2013. Maybe Stiles has a few lacrosse balls he can lob at him. ]
Are you home?
He goes to the clinic, gets an early start and focuses on that. Around eleven he fires a few text messages off to his mother. An apology. Things get awkward. Yes, they used protection. And then she tells him if Rory does come around again, he has her permission to chase him off in any way. He won't have to. But, if he does, he can be intimidating.
Nothing he could send Lydia will do, text or message wise.
So, he finishes up his day and considers his options. He has another apology to make on his apology tour 2013. Maybe Stiles has a few lacrosse balls he can lob at him. ]
Are you home?
[ Truth be told, Stiles has been avoiding the network. He did his best yesterday but too many things went wrong and so he spent his time between the woods and the cave Derek found. When he gets Scott's text he thinks about not answering it because the thought of the aftermath of Scott and Lydia is too strong.
But Scott is his best friend, so. ]
yeah. you coming over?
But Scott is his best friend, so. ]
yeah. you coming over?
Stiles?
[You hear that? That's the sound of an alpha looking for his...Stiles.]
Stiles are you here?
[And a huff of breath, come on Stiles, why aren't you in your room-]
[You hear that? That's the sound of an alpha looking for his...Stiles.]
Stiles are you here?
[And a huff of breath, come on Stiles, why aren't you in your room-]
[ He hadn't meant to fall asleep.
The thing is, it's Stiles who does the going home thing, not Derek. Derek has always been there and maybe he's grown a little dependent on the solid wall of snarkalicious anger but Stiles ... already misses him.
So he'd sat on Derek's bed and thought about how the alpha hadn't really left anything personal around. He gets that though, Derek isn't the trinket kind of dude. And he's not a werewolf or a teenage girl but the pillow had kind of smelled like that familiar bit of spice that Derek had carried around.
He wakes up to a noise though and holy fucking shit if it's Isaac he's going to have to pretend that Derek had the better room and he's claiming this shit. ]
The thing is, it's Stiles who does the going home thing, not Derek. Derek has always been there and maybe he's grown a little dependent on the solid wall of snarkalicious anger but Stiles ... already misses him.
So he'd sat on Derek's bed and thought about how the alpha hadn't really left anything personal around. He gets that though, Derek isn't the trinket kind of dude. And he's not a werewolf or a teenage girl but the pillow had kind of smelled like that familiar bit of spice that Derek had carried around.
He wakes up to a noise though and holy fucking shit if it's Isaac he's going to have to pretend that Derek had the better room and he's claiming this shit. ]
Edited 2013-08-25 10:53 (UTC)
[Ginny saw his post but she didn't think to comment, not after she saw how many people rushed to him (and she's glad for it, concern leapt to her throat and she'd almost Apparated on the spot). But what she does do is put together a little parcel of biscuits and a tin of tea and a note that simply reads It's what my mum would do. ~Ginny tied to it all.
Sir Weatherby delivers it, of course.]
Sir Weatherby delivers it, of course.]
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