Once Upon a Dream | Bridget & Stiles
Sleep was easier than it used to be, but it still wasnât always the best of sleep. He had drifted off scouring the internet and the bestiary for answers, sprawled across his bed. His mind was dark and then suddenly, it wasnât. He was sitting on a floor, surroudned by white and a chill ran down his spine as he looked around. No, it couldnât be.
He scrambled up, spinning to look around. âAlright fox, weâve been through this!â he called, his tone on edge and slightly annoyed. As if by willing it, the fox appeared, sitting with Bridget on the very tree heâd held Stiles captive in his mind. They were focused on the board, and Stiles knew all too well that game. âBridget!â he called.













