『 ʷʰᵉᶰ ᶤˢ ᵃ ᵐᵒᶰˢᵗᵉʳ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵐᵒᶰˢᵗᵉʳˀ 』¦
@previouslystiles
THAT hurt. Derek, of all people, should have understood him. He was the same person he’d always been; what difference did his species make? Stiles stepped closer, only to lightly shove the werewolf back. “I’m a monster?! I’m still the same Stiles you’ve known for years; why are things any different now?”
Weren’t demons supposed to be heartless? This was more pain than he’d thought he’d ever have to face in this lifetime, and it wasn’t physical in the least - except in the way his heart raced and his chest grew tight. “I’m sorry I lied to you. Is that what you want to hear? I’m sorry I’m not what you thought I was, but I’m the same person I’ve always been.”
DEMONS. Hunters. Daraches. His own damn uncle. Derek had enough life experience already to know better than trust a single word any manipulative evil creature told him after their masks dropped. “STILL the same Stiles?! The same person?!” While the demon pushed him slightly, the werewolf wasn’t so gentle. He grabbed the other by his collar, bringing him close enough until their faces were only a few inches apart and he was sure the demon could see his fangs.
“I’m not buying any of this BULLSHIT! You slipped into Stiles’ body and now you want to convince me you were always him?” His anger was strong he had to use every inch of control he had not to harm the boy’s body. “LISTEN to me. You will get out of him right now. And if you hurt him in any way I SWEAR you will wish you never crawled out of hell in the first place.”
