Sarcasm is my only defense!

          FINGERS BEGIN TO FIDDLE with the edges of his pants’ pockets while the boy comes to terms with the reality of the situation.    the horrible truth that void knows is a black hole ,   swirling around in stiles’ stomach.    threatens to eat him whole.    a fear so delicious that it sustained void for the majority of the time he’d originally been possessing him.    a taste he wants back.    “ i don’t know,   stiles   --   why don’t you tell me?    am i hear?    are you dreaming?    if you tried to shove me away,   would that do anything?    would you feel me? ”       his voice is low and almost playful.    it’s haunting.       “ come find out. ”

          “ IF I’M NOT IN THERE ANYMORE,  then how exactly can you see me?   how can you hear me?   hm?   curious. ”      but it’s all casual and almost relaxed for a thousand year old chaos demon.   hands are stuffed into pockets,  and his body’s leaning against the wall.      “ if i’m not in your head anymore,  then just. . .make me go away.   you have the power to do that,  right? ”

          “ ALL I HAVE ARE WORDS? ”      that is one of the most amusing things he could have said to him  -  or,  at least,  the echoing laugh from void would have stiles believe that.      “ i have a lot more than that,  stiles.   you just have no idea yet. ”

          ‘ Nah,  you and I both know I can’t do that.   I’ve got no where else to go.   I’m sticking around. ’      That same deep,  husky drawl,  and cold glance is what Stiles gets from where he rests in the reflection of the mirror.   Or is he actually there?   His image flickers away occasionally,  only showing Stiles himself in uniform.   The voice, however, persists.            ‘ Seriously,  though.   Who do you think you’re fooling with this? ’

          ‘ what a boring response, ’      is the drawl from his lips,  though there’s the hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.   after all of this time,  and that’s the best stiles can do?      ‘ c’mon.   give me something more.   or do i need to kill someone to pull out some legitimate rage? ’

also,  you should tag me in starters and send me memes.   bc u guys love me,  right?

my dash is so slow over here,  it’s ridiculous.   it’s slow on other blogs too,  so maybe i’ll . . . idk,  go find something else to do.   if you’ve got me on discord you should hmu and tell me if  /  when you’d like to write.   then i can pop back on.   xD

                    the only look upon void’s face is the tiniest of smirks,  not betraying his amusement at the entire situation and the way stiles has decided to react to him.   they both know the truth !!   the truth being that void already has one step through the door into stiles’ mind,  otherwise stiles wouldn’t be able to see him.   talk to him.   it’s fascinating.      “ your vessel is calling to me every day,  stiles.   i can feel it.   it’s only a matter of time. ”

maybe void’s obsessed with him  --  maybe he’s just bored,  in general.   stiles probably knows the real answer to that question,  but will void ADMIT anything?   nah.      “ no one’s quite as fun to mangle as much as you are,  stiles.   don’t you know that by now? ”      one step closer.   the game they usually play,  which they haven’t for some time now,  and void’s thirsting for it.   okay,  so maybe he’s a little obsessed.

there’s something nice about watching her eat.   as long as she eats,  she’s not going anywhere,  and while stiles may trust that she’s probably eating enough out in the wild  --  well,  it’s super great to see her get something she actually really likes now,  and not stuff from the garbage or random wild meat.   this is a little more human.      ‘ there we go,  eat up.   there may be more for you in my backpack. ’      which he’s also kept secured on his shoulders.   no stealing it.

‘ if you don’t run away,  i’ve got some food you might like. . . ’      it’s been so long since he’s seen her,  but he’s kept track of her whereabouts the best he could and is prepared for such an appearance.   one hand slips into his bag and pulls out pizza, wrapped up in tin foil.   lots of meat,  the way she likes it.      ‘ are you hungry? ’