voidworn:

             ^{❝   you know i don’t work well with threats.   so go ahead punch me but the words aren’t going to leave my  mouth.     ❞    he is going to regret this.}

      she warned him. her hand reaches for the back of his neck, grasping it tight enough to where it was uncomfortable, not enough to cause any serious pain.   ‘  stiles, i’m waiting.  ‘

oncetrue:

                he wants to get inside. needs to sit down. can already feel himself getting lightheaded — his vision starting to blur. finds it necessary at this point to squeeze his eyes shut. shake his head before blinking them open. vision a little clearer, but still faced with the threat of dizziness. all the things he never thought he’d have to be overly concerned with.

it’s almost aggravating hearing that raul went behind his back. ( as if he didn’t already have too many people involved. ) scott manages to make it to his front porch. instinctively reaches for the woodwork to keep himself upright. stains the painted railing in the process.   “ how okay can you really be after dying? how okay can you be when you really messed up? ”   he’ll drag himself through the mud first. doesn’t mean to be so abrasive — he just really needs to get inside.

“ how much did raul tell you? because i’ll probably do a better job of telling you after i sit down. ”

        fair play. the more she thought about it, the more she realized how stupid it was of her to even ask. and so she follows closely behind him, ready to catch or offer support if needed. but she could already tell that it was more than just physical with him, his voice weighed heavy with guilt. 

         ‘  sit.  ‘ she insist now that they’re inside, he needs to get off his feet and rest. ‘  honestly, not much, just what happened to you.  ‘ and that alone was enough to have her running back to beacon. 

        optics survey the other carefully, taking note of his injuries and how extensive they were. he reeked of blood and sweat that it’s hard to smell anything else. she reaches for his coat, gently peeling it away from sticky, blood soaked flesh. whatever happened to him, whoever done this, inflicted a lot of damage against an alpha.  ‘  how bad are you hurting?  ‘

voidworn:

       ^{❝    oh  THAT’S  a first.    usually you  want  me to shut up.     ❞    &&  yes he is trying to direct the conversation elsewhere.}

       ‘  if you don’t tell me willingly, i will punch it out of you.  ‘ she steps forward, a threatening glare upon her features.

oncetrue:

                taking off his helmet, scott doesn’t say anything at first. gives himself a minute to register that dae’s here. then there’s the matter of passing his hand over where he’s still bleeding through another good shirt. she’s found him at a bad time — has close to nothing, it feels like. pack in shambles. he’s not sure if he should consider this good, or poor timing on her part. just like he can’t make out if her being here at all will do him any favors. because this is exactly the kind of attitude he needs right now. ( spoiler: it isn’t. )

“ i could say the same thing about you. ”   since she’s back here, of all places. beacon hills was his responsibility; dae could be anywhere else in the world if she wanted to. ( so excuse the small part of him, buried deep within all the bad, that’s happy to see her. )   “ what are you doing— ”   a wince,   “ back? ”

        the smell of blood violates her nostrils as he approaches, leaving her senses dull to anything else around them. the intention of her visit was not to give him any grief, but to check on his well being, maybe see if she could be of any help ( if wanted of course. ) considering the shape he was in, he may need it.

        the she wolf straightens her posture, crossing arms upon her chest. the air around them felt awkward even just slightly. she left her home, and the fate of this town upon his shoulders. a selfish move it may of been, but she’s here now, and she hopes that counts for something. 

        ‘  your brother called me, told me what happened.  ‘  there’s a pause as her weight shifts, gaze dropping to where he cradles his injuries.  ‘  are you okay?  ‘

voidworn:

          ^{❝    no….no i think i’m good.    you should be happy.    you have nothing to worry about.     ❞    cue the small smirk spreading across his features.}

        his sarcasm makes eyes roll, but she continues to pry.  ‘ stiles, i need you to talk to me. ‘

voidworn:

          ^{❝    yeah well there’s a  lot  going on right now.    so i think i have the  RIGHT  to be irritable.     ❞    besides she has no room to talk,    she can be pretty irritable too.}

        arms cross tightly upon her chest, eyebrow raising ever so slightly. he had a valid point, one she can’t argue. ‘  alright, tell me what’s going on.  ‘ 

        news travels fast much like she did, and the moment she got word of scott ‘ dying ’, she bolted, heading back toward the town she once left. there was a wave of relief that hits when she spots him pulling into his drive way, alive and well(?) the status of his well being was still left in question.

         ‘  still can’t stay out of trouble, i see.  ‘

voidworn:

        ^{❝    you know i can feel your gaze  BORING  into me.    it kind of makes me uncomfortable so could you kind of just  stop.      ❞} 

^{@evolvedfromash   ♥’d.  accepting.} 

       she could do what he asked, but when did she ever listen to what he said?  ‘ you seem more irritable than usual.  ‘ 

carryinguilt.

           _{every time stiles and his friends help rid the town of whatever supernatural creatures
           come their way it always feels like a breath of fresh air. a weight lifting from their
           shoulders, and for him relief. relief that he’s still ALIVE. & it gives them time to feel
           a sense of normalcy in their lives. but he doesn’t feel like that yet. not when there are
           still loos ends. hence why he’s practically STORMING into dae’s loft, filled with complete
           anger.} 

                         _{❛ shut up, just SHUT UP for a minute. ❜} 

          _{a finger is jolted in her direction and he’s pacing from one spot to another, trying to
          come up with some form of a sentence to get out all his frustrations. ❛ how can
          you            you just can’t DO THAT. you can’t go and die on me, on us. you may
          not think we need you but newsflash we do. & god you just can’t do that okay? ❜}

         she can feel the anger radiating off him even before he speaks,
         and it takes her by surprise though her features remain even. that
         night when she died, it happened so suddenly that she couldn’t
         defend herself from the attack. dying was never a part of the plan,
         but she also didn’t expect to leave the fight unscathed. 

         lips press together as brows furrow briefly, she hadn’t given any
         thought as to how it may of affected everyone who’d been there.
         she was more worried about scott and everyone else at the time.
         even now when things were finally settling back to normal. 

          ‘   stiles —   ‘  she begins with a soft tone, pausing as words
              escape her. 

                                         this is what she wanted to avoid.  

          ‘   you don’t need me, you guys have each other.   ‘

boosterish.

                HIS EYES GO wide for a moment, not really sure how to react to that. after a moment, he decides it can’t be true. the hales were civilized, even he can remember that.  ❝ So you eat grass when you get hungry? And not people. ❞

          she doesn’t break eye contact with him as lingers on her words. it appeared he took the bait at first, but quickly decided it was false – which it actually was. but he doesn’t know for sure.  ‘  if that’s what you like to believe, then yeah, we can say that.  ‘