fєєℓ / 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕝 .

“Maybe,” he replied sharply. Stiles could be an alien for all he knew and honestly it would explain a lot. Her second question made his eyebrows furrow together because Derek couldn’t honestly tell her why. He just felt like he was. Her sass wasn’t lost on him, his head tilting to the side a bit as he evaluated how he wanted to answer. “Most students are here because they have to be,” he crossed his arms over his chest. “If you actually think you won’t be invited to any parties then you obviously don’t know how defined your dimples are.”

@captiiivating ( allison )

with eyes wide, diana watched the water– her fingers stretched into the grass. it had never been too often she got something like this– time to breathe. “my mother used to tell me stories of sirens. beautiful women with tails like a mermaids who would lead pirates to their deaths.” the goddess explained, peering across the waves. “do you believe in them– sirens?” for diana, she could believe in truly anything– mostly due to seeing it with her own two eyes. however– humans, she found, struggled more with it.

it had been such a long week, without her parents. allison didn’t exactly remember much about her past life in beacon, in fact, the whole memory had washed over her like a night of rainfall. the only she remembered was them and how much she missed hearing about their days. the school didn’t make it easier either      so many things happened around this school. things she’d normally tell him. “ sirens ?” stumped by the term, yet somehow convinced it sounded familiar. “ for some reason i feel like it means something else. but maybe i’m just wearied and making up stuff.” she sighed before letting her sights focus on the body of water, growing lost in her introspective thoughts. “ do i ?” it was a hard question to answer. most days she felt trapped inside a bubble of surely just humanity, although other days she felt like she knew of more than just this. “ oh i don’t know if any of this stuff is true. we get so ahead of ourselves with fairytales, don’t you think ?”

With the shield now hanging on the wall of his office and business pretty much done for the day, Sam felt more than inclined to finally close up shop and head either back to campus or perhaps head out to grab a quick bite to eat. One of the leasing companies in town had been generous enough to actually grant the former soldier his own office where he could set up shop and actually hold his own sessions for people who needed them. Psychiatry, a venting space, or just somebody to talk to; Sam wanted to be the guy that could help anybody if ever called upon. That’s what Captain America would’ve done, right? As he threw a backpack over his shoulder, the professor turned to leave just as his office door had opened up. “Can I help you?” Sam inquired, just as he’d placed on his shades.

“Don’t mention it. He’s pretty straightforward, brash, and aggressive in his teachings, but he loves what he does, so I’m sure you’ll have a time and a half whenever his class starts up again,” Logan explained, continuing to smoke his cigar, inhaling the fumes. If it weren’t for his healing factor, his lungs probably would have been as black as volcanic ash right about now, but the Canadian was never really one to dwell on what ifs. He had a healing factor to take care of the damage done to his body and that was all that friggin’ mattered to him. “Easy for you to say now, but wait until you meet her for yourself. Little spitfire, I’m tellin’ ya,” Logan warned Allison before they continued on to the next part of their journey. “This right here is the set of dorms. Ya gotta excuse the 11P set of dorms, considering some idiot decided to use’em as open target practice and fuck everything up as a result. Luckily for you bub, you’re stayin’ in 5A, so you should be alright. Heard that dorm set’s got some great cooks in there too, so yer probably gettin’ the best draw here out of the bunch.”

She really had no idea who he was?  He knew her but he wasn’t still entirely sure why he did. Maybe it was connected with all his sudden outbursts but he couldn’t be certain. “Yes, Stiles. He’s the most annoying human I have ever met.” But deep down the wolf knew he still cared about the man even though he didn’t fully understand the extent of their friendship. He placed a palm against his desk, watching her briefly. “Do you even know why you’re here? Why you transferred at the end of the school year?” He asked curiously.

“Wow, someone’s way too perky already.” Raven spoke to the woman who had pretty much just bounced in front of her. “Honestly you’ll never get adjusted, it’s just how this place is. Always something new happening.”

Derek stood completely still and transfixed on her. He had smelled her even before she had arrived to talk to him. Something about how she was transferring into his class when the summer was over. “Yeah, I know your name is Allison,” he replied, squinting at her. Did she have no idea who he was? It seemed like it and if he was honest, he didn’t really know why he knew her. Something about her family being bad dinged in his head but he couldn’t tell you the reason he felt that way. “You can address me as professor while in class but otherwise you can just call me Derek.” He turned around, grabbing a few of the books he thought was most important for her to read. “Here, you should take a look at all these if you want to be caught up for next semester. I know you’re a fast learner.” He handed them to her, meeting her darker hues. “And if you tell Stiles to take this class..I might flunk you.”

“I can be as serious as you need me to be,” Logan dryly responded, not sure whether that was sarcasm dripping in his tone or an actual response. “Look, this place’s got some good criminology teachers around here you can learn from. Murdock and Hale just ta name a few off the top of my head,” Logan explained, picking up one of the new arrival’s bags for her to carry on his back. Honestly, the school had both its good moments and its bad moments, but there were always things in the middle somewhere that he felt completely uncertain about. “Well, the education’s good, so long as your professor ain’t a slacker. Food’s decent I s’pose, but if yer lookin’ for something that tastes better and get more bang for your buck, try a couple of the diners in the town. Hopefully you won’t be disappointed.” Logan began leading the way across the campus, making sure Allison was keeping up. “That there’s the library. It’s friggin’ big as fuck, and you could probably get lost in there, so be careful in there. Nice helpful staff, but the short blonde who works the desk has a mouth on her, so watch out for her,” Logan warned, recalling his first meeting with Sabrina.

“Well, looks like you flew in at just the right time bub. Although it probably ain’t stupid luck that you even arrived here to begin with,” Logan admitted, standing easily by at the school’s entry gate smoking a cigar. It was high noon and he’d only just woken up, but late starts to the day were always his thing to begin with anyway. He wasn’t exactly out to be the welcome wagon to Everly by any means, but it’d be rude of him not to at least offer to help the young woman with her bags. “Welcome to hell, Allison. Got more than a gut feeling that yer gonna be enjoiyin’ your stay here. And I’m Logan. Ya got any questions, you just ask’em. You ready for me to show you to your dorm room?” Logan offered the new arrival.