#ofevolution

Life really wasn’t fair, Stiles concluded. Which was something he had come to terms with years ago but it still needed a refresher every once in a while. Roman had been helping him a lot with his newfound powers. But something that Stiles was still struggling with was control. Control of his temper, control of his powers wanting to burst out, control of not trying to attack anything with a pulse. He knew it would take time. But he also wanted to speed up the process. 

If he thought about control, there was one person who came to mind for him. And so, he decided to send a text from his new phone. 

Hey Derek, you’ve probably heard by now that I’m not so human anymore. And while I do enjoy you leaving me on read all the time I’d really appreciate if you’d get back to me this time. I know you know a thing or two about control. I want to learn.

Now all he had to do was wait for a response.

“How do you know that, Derek?” She huffed, hands on her hips, full of frustration that he could scent, she was sure. “I don’t have anything to say. I’m fine.” Still she took deep breaths to control her breathing, her heartrate, to try and hide any trace of a lie. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going back to my apartment. Alone.”

"There’s no reason to mistrust the Clave, so long as you follow the rules that have always been in place.” Lydia folded her arms. “You abide by them, and the mundanes stay safe, then I have no reason to be your enemy.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

🏙️  - do you feel like you have to be involved in saving the town?

If I don’t try to save, aren’t I just as bad as whoever is trying to destroy it? I don’t know I just can’t seem to find it in me to sit back and do nothing.

⏱️  - if you could travel back in time, where would you go? why?

I’d travel back to before Erica and Boyd ever were even kidnapped, I would protect them from that. Because they deserved more than what they got.

“But what if I don’t have time?” She pleads, words a whisper. “The longer I stay here the faster you all figure out I don’t belong here with you. That I can’t stay.”

My subconscious can get very creative, yes.