* / closed plotted starter for @packgenius ( she didn’t ask for it but here it is anyways )
Any second now. It should happen any second now. It’s not as if he’d waited too long – no, that cheeky demon he’d met assured him that it was well within a reachable goal. She wasn’t gone for too long – she couldn’t have been. Stiles wouldn’t have waited too long to find some kind of viable way to bring her back. After all ; it’s his fault how she ended up this way. Isn’t this the price he deserves to pay ? He’s waiting anxiously, knee bouncing & gnawing at the skin on his fingertips. WHEN’S IT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN ? When that stupid demon said he’d bring her back, he didn’t tell him it’d take 3 – 5 BUSINESS DAYS. Stiles is becoming more and more riled up. As if his emotions couldn’t be any more unbalanced, tears collect in his eyes when he realizes this whole thing might’ve been a dud to begin with. Feeling his mind slipping, the brunet reaches out for her hand and tightly grasps it. COLD. Not even a tendril of warmth. He bites back a sob and it rocks him to his core. If she was alive right now, she’d be absolutely in shock of how unglued he is. His freehand moves from his lips to scrub at his face, trying to wipe away the bags that have deepened under sullen eyes. “ Come on, Lydia … ” He mutters, voice a broken whine. It’s only a few moments of holding his breath later that she seems to gasp for air, and Stiles is startled out of his pitiful breakdown. He’s quick by her side, hands framing her face and thumbing at pale cheeks that he notices are growing WARMER. “ Lydia – hey, hey, Lydia, it’s okay, I’m here. I’m here. ”
