#thetruexlpha

She knows, what with assassins, and school, and everything else that she should keep this a secret, tuck it away along with the night that she and Scott slept together after Allison's funeral. But god, she's terrified. Glad that his dad isn't home, she knocks on the door, wiping the tears from her cheeks.  

Heart beating as fast as a hummingbird's wings, she pushes past her mom, fleeing with a kiss to her cheek as she walks to Scott's side. His father is holding him up with an arm over his shoulders, but her eyes are drawn to the pale colour of  his skin, the way that he can barely hold himself upright. She forgets about finding Meredith had been in the lake house,  about how she had been sure someone was going to die. No, Scott is all that occupies her attention as she gently cups his face in ever--so gentle hands.

send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character’s reaction to your character running their fingers through my character’s hair.

He is a mess, a fucking mess, and no amount of laying face down on his bed and attempting to smother himself with pillow is going to change that. It's been long enough since the last panic attack that he thought he was okay, & yet here he is, shaking on his bed with the aftermath of a panic attack that had shuddered down to his bones. It's all too much again, and he's so weak, so pathetically and utterly human that he can't help.