#avoidstiles

Inner wolf barked with pleasure  —  a sort of hum of canine delight, and had the Hale been in wolf form, the pearly whites of incisors and canines would have shone with lips pulled back. Smiling. The pool of delight which warmed his animalistic belly, or was that primitive and crude home sapien sapien which drew such dark delights at the aroma of BLOOD. It wasn’t just the blood however, for passing by the butchery or walking down the meat isle of the local grocery store would have provided ample stimulus. . . It was the source of the blood. 

Stiles Stilinski. There’s a growl from within his chest, not the least bit threatening nor angry  —  it was born from amusement. Head craned to favor the left, and his blue hues bore into the young human’s face almost as if he was etching that ironic smile into memory; it wasn’t often anything beside worry or disgust graced the boy’s face when around Peter.  

❝  More times than your lips have cried out for little Scottie or your plaything Lydia. Rather, you’re her plaything.  ❞    Tongue lapped across his bottom lip as though it was his lip which was gushing blood so readily. Eyes swiftly jerked away from Stiles’ face, and his entire demeanor changed. Broad shoulders relaxed and booted foot kicked over the fallen ( and very deceased ) vampire at their feet. Vile creatures. It made Peter wonder if the smell of blood set them on edge so easily, too. It must have.

❝  Here I thought you were getting stronger, faster. No point going against the supernatural if you’re going to end up with your ass on the ground every time.  ❞    It was truly a wonder Stiles wasn’t DEAD even considering the number of werewolf angels on his shoulders. He lifted his right foot from the ground, pivoted his ankle purposefully, and crushed the vampire’s fangs with the toe of boot as easily as a human would crush an arthropod.

❝  Oh, sorry. Gonna tell me to shut my fucking hole again?  ❞  Eyes returned to the human’s face as the faintest traces of amusement tugged on the edges of lips. Foot retreated from the loathsome creature, opting to step over the corpse to bump body lightly against that of Stiles’ shoulders.   

❝  Your blood reeks.  ❞  

A hand moved quickly to cover Travis’ parted lips as the body of an unconscious Stiles Stilinski fell to the ground at his feet. Damn, he felt that. It could have been easily avoided if the human hadn’t insisted on starting a fight with a supernatural being, especially while loaded drunk. Did he expect a different outcome? The coyote dropped him just as fast as the match had started. He couldn't say that the other was an idiot because he wasn't, it was the alcohol.

     ‘ You’re improving -- that’s really something, ’ the beaming spectator complimented her freckled companion. With hesitation, slender arms swung around his neck momentarily as she pulled him into a swift hug. ‘ I bet it’s all that eye hand coordination with your bat. ’ 

👧: who are your muses closest friends?

     eli’s closest friends are a couple of twins by the name of roman and wesley hayes. they’re the first muses that eli really clicked with upon writing with the muns, and their relationships are fairly fleshed out in all aspects, as i’ve gone into so much depth & detail with the twins’ respective muns. other close friends include kate, peter, alice, evelyn and, as of recently, raul. while their individual relationships with eli are relatively strong, there is still so much more potential found there that we can explore and that i’m eager to explore.

✔: from a mun’s perspective - what are the pros and cons to be friends with your muse?

     some pros to being eli’s friend include gaining his utmost loyalty; he is very much a ride or die type of friend, and he will go to great lengths to ensure a friend’s safety and happiness once he has claimed them as his friend. eli is also fairly empathetic when it comes to having shitty pasts, to dealing with a mental illness of sort, and he knows when to back off and when to press forward ( though there are instances in which sometimes he presses forward when he shouldn’t, as he isn’t perfect ). another pro is that eli is also very touch-enthusiastic ( despite the fact that it will take a very long time for him to even acknowledge his desire to touch & be touched by a friend, as he shies away from touch initially ), and he is very much a cuddler, and is always eager to spend time doing nothing so long as he’s pressed up against a friend.

     some cons, though, include eli’s stubbornness. any friend of his knows what business he gets up to, and how dangerous that business could be, and they would then know that once eli’s mind is set on something, it’s very rare he’ll change it. while he does listen to concerns, he doesn’t adhere to them. another con is his tendency to clam up and shut people out during his bad mental days. there are a very select few who have seen him in the midst of a panic attack, seen him after a panic attack, seen him in his vulnerable state, but the majority of his friends have not. he will disappear, take time to himself, ignore concerned calls and texts in order to find his right state of mind again.

        “ ...yes,  ANNOYING.      the exact opposite of  CALMING.      you make me want to die a second death and  STAY DEAD.      you must be the most irritating,  nerve-wrecking piece of shit i have ever met.      like, i don’t even  KNOW  how i haven’t just  EATEN  you yet.      it would save a lot of my time as well as others’ ears.      IN FACT;  i don’t think your mother actually died.  i think she  STAGED  it so she could finally run away  &  get as far away as possible from your irritating ass personality.      you’re---      why are you making that face ? “

Head tilted back in the slightest, arms crossing loosely over a muscular chest. Travis' body was relaxed, a telltale sign that he wasn't as bothered as Stiles was. Sure, Rosco broke down--- for the billionth time during their one hour ride, but it wasn't the end of the world. Meanwhile, the human beside him had something that resembled a mental break. Long limbs flailed as eyebrows raised, and finally, the coyote decided to help rather than let the shitshow continue.