Feb 2, 2017
With every step taken his legs grew heavier, pulse in an utter uproar within his ears. But voices had reached him from across the school ⎯⎯⎯ he could hear them, his friends, they were nothing but his guide for the sake of reunion. So, despite the fatigue already plaguing taut sinews, Stiles kept on, body now sprinting down the moonlit hallway until her voice resonated clear as day within his skull. ❛ Malia, ❜ rounding the corner with a sharp turn and nothing but a flail of customarily chaotic limbs, Stiles wouldn’t dare halt until he’d made it ⎯⎯⎯ until he was rightfully in her arms. Where he belonged. Malia. // @herclaws
