#maybeweareuseless

your character has passed away, and my character is having trouble coping, so they keep calling your muse’s old cellphone.  Send me ◘ for the last voicemail my character left.

The message is silent for several seconds; it was actually longer, but he kept having to tell the phone he wasn't done talking.

"How..." Another pause. "How am I supposed to keep going without you?"

She was right, there was no way they could fight the thing the Nemeton had attracted this time.

Stiles forced himself to breathe. Look around. Find the nearest place of shelter.

"There," he said, pointing. "On three, right? One... two... three!"

He was playing with a coin, turning it over and over in his fingers. Every time it started to falter he caught it with the fox aura he had now. He hummed softly.

This part was fine. He liked this part. It had only been a few weeks ago that they'd been talking about needing superpowers, and telekinesis had been at the top of his list. Even if this was mild, more about precision than power. It was fine.

The hunger, not so much.

Stiles stared at the knife in his hand. He and Stella were making dinner and in his hand the knife had turned from a useful tool to a deadly weapon. He didn't want to stab--too easy. He wanted to slice, thin and shallow. Painful--pain was the goal.

"I made a blanket nest. Come join me in it?"

It was real. They did it. It was real. He was safe and the nogitsune was locked up again, it was real, he'd counted his fingers and checked every mirror and read every street sign, it was real, he was safe and he was going home, half-asleep in the passenger seat while Stella drove.

Send me ☺ for a loving/affectionate text

[text] if i had to go to a desert island and take only one person id pick you.

Send me  ♣ for a drunk text

[this is not a text. it's a dick pic. that's it.]

Send me ♥ for a sexual/naughty text

[text] does it count as a booty call if we live together?

Send me !! for a threatening text

(shadow verse) [text] i want to rip your hair out and shove it down your throat to make you STOP TALKING.

Send me ☼ for a morning text

[text] how do you want your eggs?

Send me ?? for a strange/vague text

[text] so tired of this.

Send me ► for a text not meant for you

[text] you better be eating the veggie burger we packed you and not the donuts i know parrish bought for everyone.

Send me ↕ for a scared/worried text

Stiles had tried to sleep in his own bed tonight. He didn't want to depend on Stella, didn't want to break whatever few boundaries they still had by needing her constantly. But god, the nightmares.