#ofhamartia

And another post for @ofhamartia

“I just wanna not eat lunch alone every day.”

That’s the line that made me fall in love with Boyd.

When I was a kid, I was the uneven number in the class, even in even classes. I was the one who’d sit at the first desk in class, because that one would always be empty. (no one wanted to sit right in front of the teacher) Because when you sat in the back, they’d often rather move their tables together, cause of course three friends wanted to sit together, rather than sit with me.

I was the kid that during a school trip to Turkey switched roommates with every hotel on the trip, because I didn’t really have any friend, let out friends.

Scott might be the person I wish I could be like, but Boyd, Boyd was the one I was actually like.

Joining activities, and sitting with people, just so you didn’t have to be alone, even just once.

Even if you’re just the extra at the table, even if you’re not a friend, just the one who gets to join the group because people were to nice to say I couldn’t, but who wasn’t automatically invited.

Horribly shy, but hiding it by talking to strangers, because it was safer to talk to people you’d probably never see again, than make friends with people you see on a daily basis. And alone, so often alone, even in the middle of a crowd.

If someone had offered me a chance to be a part of something more, of something at all, I probably would have easily agreed as well.

Boyd is the one character on the show that I felt most represented me as a person, sitting there during practice with Derek, watching Erica and Isaac getting the crap beaten out of them, and smart enough not to throw himself at Derek, because… why should he?

Loyal to a fault to the people he cared about, but not easy to open up and call someone a friend, because you’re never sure if the person you call a friend, sees you as such.

When I say I love Boyd, it’s not just because Sinqua Walls was hot, or because he looked cool. He wasn’t the funny guy, he wasn’t the bad ass of the group. And we barely knew enough about his past, getting mere hints, that were cut off way too soon. But there was a depth to him in his every scene that made me want to know more about him, that made me want to find out about his family, his life, about what he wanted of the world, beyond no longer being alone.

I tend to think that Boyd was the kind of kid who would take a book to the ice rink as he watched his sister skate. That his family was friendly and understanding, but then his sister died, and all of that broke apart, the family, Boyd himself, and Boyd never forgave himself for any of it. Not sure if that counts as a headcanon, but…

“ you don’t have to stay around me, pumpkin. but i have to admit that i wouldn’t mind you being my DOCTOR.”                    

                                          tired eyes followed the smirk that was lining up around his mouth as he looked over the teen wolf that assured within his tired figure. magic that was spent in finding his best friend and eventually help his pack fight the WILD HUNT had exhausted the high warlock of brooklyn and laying there in his bed with the other had him feeling WELL. less tired.

     Only this time ,  he will be likely torn to pieces and flesh chomped instead of disintegrating into subatomic levels.  Just like how Huns loved to tear their captives by their limbs ,  teeth will most likely sink into him first ,  then rip him apart.

     Oh ,  but his voice breaks ,  so does his heart.

          ❝     We had no choice.  We had to.  He’s been hurting ,  and hurting everyone.     ❜