closed for @odewits / continued .
wednesday didn't interrupt him . she thought maybe she should have if for no other reason than to preserve her own sanity . but she stayed silent ; let stiles unravel himself like a music box wound too tight , notes spilling too fast , too loud , too many all at once . her hands folded like a victorian widow in mourning as she listened ( unfortunately ) to every frantic syllable he used to fill the space between them . each word crashing into her like erratic waves against a stone shore and she endured them all .
it wasn't his fault she hadn't the slightest clue how to interact with such a wordsmith . where stiles wielded language like a machete , slashing wildly ; wednesday treated words like poisons , chosen carefully and administered sparingly . when his thoughts finally tripped over themselves and collapsed in exhaustion , she let the silence stretch like velvet curtain falling over the end of a performance . she eyed him them , not with pity or irritation , just her eyes wide eyed stare of scrutiny . " are you finished or would you like to continue reciting your personal medical history as if you were a frantic town crier ? "
her tone was dry as bone dust . stoic in its usual manner . she wasn't mocking him or speaking with the intent to be unkind . she was actual curious about what hidden song was beneath all the clamoring . " get to the point , stilinski . say what's actually clawing at you or i can fetch herbs from my mother's greenhouse . " she added , the invisible thread of menace weaving themselves into her words elegantly . " they do wonders for quieting the mouth and mind . " a beat of silence drummed between them .
" permanently . "
