#molinskii

Lydia found it absolutely impossible to resist the rising temptations to leave that night. Voices coaxed her into the woods, but overall she remained calm and collected until stumbling upon the corpse of a freshly slain man. Piercing scream echoed throughout the darkness until it reached its peak and shattered the night into a million pieces that covered her form like a blanket to shield her from whatever still lurked there. Unfortunate visions of loved ones danced inside chartreuse hues and caused the banshee to become frantic as she crouched down beside the man to make sure he wasn’t someone that she was familiar with, but as fate would have it one of the stems on her stiletto had seemingly gotten caught in the mud and just like that her ankle twisted with a snap. Balance was lost and she tumbled forward into the mucky earth with a loud thud.

Two small hands crashed into the wet soil when she attempted to cushion her fall, but when it squished between her fingers uncomfortably the sour look on her face was an instinctive reaction. Shifting back her dirtied hands came loose from the sludge as her eyes welled up with tears at the radiating pain that shot up her entire leg. Quickly the banshee focused on the crooked strap of her shoe to ignore all the fears settling down and building up inside the confines of her mind. Lydia’s nose was red and chilled as it began to drip a clear fluid, quivered breaths visible in the chilled air when she began to sniffle gently and wipe at it with the sleeve of her hoodie jacket. Sensing that something was off she hurriedly tried to stand to her feet but the pressure she put on the swelling joint made her shriek in pain. Hovering her left foot above the ground Lydia rubbed the hardening soil near the hem of her thin nightgown before reaching to grab her cellphone out from where she tucked it safely and securely into her bra to call Stiles and warn him of the remains.

It had been a long time coming— his child had finally been born— he was such a sweet and beautiful baby, and even after it all at the end of the day— Scott wanted to make amends with the members in the pack. Scott as the alpha in his pack he felt as though this was a time when they needed to be at their strongest, and they couldn’t afford to have any conflicts or distractions. Most of all he also wanted to make sure that everything was okay with his best friend Stiles and him. Scott was able to sneak away for a moment from the future wife, and child as he took a walk to Stiles’ house.

Knocking on the door like every time he had done before back in Beacon Hills— Scott waited patiently for Stiles to open. He watched as the wooden door swung open and there stood Stiles his umber eyes staring back at him. Scott couldn’t help himself— he threw his arms around him and pulled him in for a hug, “I’ve missed you Stiles. We really need to talk.”

Scott tried his best at getting to Stiles’s place as soon as possible, but he couldn’t stop himself from stopping at his favorite fast food restaurant and getting them burritos for dinner. Honestly he hoped that it would be enough to excuse him for being 15 minutes late either way he’s gotten him his favorite so he did believe that it’d make up for it.

Quickly Scott knocked on his door and bit his bottom lip as he waited for his friend to open. The main reason why he had wanted to spend a guys night with his best friend, was for the fact that he knew he had been quite absent lately, not only with him, but with everyone in general. “Stiles?” He called once again, hand moving up to ring the door’s bell, but before he actually did, the door opened and his lips curved into a wide smile. Tilting his head he raised the bag he carried and chuckled softly. “Look what I got us!”