#incolubrum

Stiles woke up. 

Not unusually so, at least at first notice. Quickly, as he’d grown accustomed, so he wouldn’t get accosted by various individuals of varying intentions while sleeping in the driver’s seat of his jeep, or - occasionally - lain across the backseats. And then there’s the disorientation he’s grown used to, from never waking up in the same place twice (except on certain occasions, when he got stuck in one town or another - but it never lasted long enough to allow him to adjust - and if it did, then he most definitely scarpered the hell out of dodge), and the mild headache threatening to brew from an inconsistent sleep schedule and poorly maintained consumption of water. 

Stiles raised a hand, blearily, to his eyes, and massaged at those two spots, up in the corner under your brow, where you can relieve pain. This allowed him some moments to adjust, before the memories of yesterday came crashing down upon him. 

“Fuck,” Stiles sighed out, dropping his head back on the armrest of the couch. “Shit.”

Fuck, shit, indeed. Stiles was situated on the venerated couch of one Theodore Raeken. Brilliant. He was back in Beacon Hills. Brilliant-er. This might as well be happeneing, he supposed, vaguely. Since, somehow, for whatever dumb fuck reason he’d concocted in his head, he’s here, and all - nothing to be done about it now. Just have to deal with it.

Stiles had let go of the naïve notion that you could just... ignore your problems until they eventually went away on their own when one of said problems tried to throw him off a bridge. That was a fun day. (Not. Clearly.) 

Stiles groaned in annoyance, as he forced himself to sit up, swinging his legs off the cushions and planting his feet on the floor. He looked around, checking if Theo was awake or not. Well, either way, he’d be able to hear Stiles, so... 

“Do you have coffee?” He asked, making his way over to the kitchen to search for it. “Because I’m having some coffee.” When access to his actual medication was low, coffee was... not a good substitute, but it helped a little. Stiles didn’t know the science of it, or anything, but it worked... vaguely, so he wasn’t going to waste time not using something that does at least a little to manage his issues. If there wasn’t any here, he had some in the jeep he could go get, at least. 

He’s got too many not to try and mitigate a few, at least. The mitigatable ones, anyway. Not that any of them are mitigatable. Whatever.

“Don’t worry about your reputation. There are people around here with far worse ones than you.” Like himself. Though, he’d been breaking away from that reputation bit by bit since his return from the ground. He was better than he had been. Less violent, less unhinged… even less ambitious. A part of him still felt like it was missing.

“Theo. Theo Raeken. I was around when Scott and Stiles were kids, moved away.” Moved away was a gentle way to put it. “Most of the pack doesn’t have very good things to say about me, so I’m doing what I can to stay out of their way.” Finish the school year. That’s all.

He didn’t actually answer her question but she was sure that the pack hadn’t said that much about her in any sense. All the people that had really known her were dead or somewhere else. A small frown passed over her face for a moment before she shook that off, now wasn’t the time.

“Theo Raeken. Wait..I remember you.” Theo was a quiet kid who lost his sister back in fourth grade. She spent most of her time watching others while trying to remain unseen so she remembered everyone. “Oh? Does that mean I should stay away from you?”

How Theo somehow got inside the house right under Travis’ nose, he would never understand. One minute he was staring out the window after hearing a noise, and the next? The coyote turned around, and there the wannabe alpha was. The laugh that pushed past the older’s lips could barely be described as a human sound, and within seconds he’d tackled his brother to the floor, making sure to roll over every part of him in excitement. The scrunching of bone against hardwood merely made him smile harder, jaw already beginning to develop discomfort.

“Why didn’t you say you were coming home? You could’ve avoided being rolled like dough.” Suddenly he captured the other in an aggressive embrace that consisted of being spun and almost thrown around for at least a minute before releasing him. “Like... what? I missed you, bitch-ass.”

incolubrum​ said:  “i fucked up.” (Theo)

        ❝ SHUT UP. ❞

          She kept her eyes on the speedometer, clocking in at a good 75 in a 35 zone. If her eyes stayed on the little red needle, her mind wouldn’t wander to the body covered in a blanket in her backseat. Her stomach wouldn’t churn. She wouldn’t be able to smell the unmistakable scent of death.

Malia’s eyes widened slightly and she looked at him. Yes, she had seen him completely naked before, but it still made her jaw drop. Although, her mouth had managed to stay closed.

“You can put clothes on.” She said to him. Although part of her didn’t want him to.