#v; void

‘  hey,   brother.    what’re you up to? ’       narrator:   this is not his brother.    indeed,   this is an impostor.    let’s wait and see how long it takes for duran to figure it out.    the male gives a friendly little smirk;   brows raised.

      ‘ look at you,   wearing your little FBI vest like you’re something important.    like you’re normal.    problem is,   i never left.    not like you think i did. ’

‘  ----   what?   is there something on my face?  ’

Void’s just staring at Duran curiously, brows raised. He’s not moved -- not yet. The time will come soon, however, when he does.

akui curled his fingers around the hale's wrists to try to get the hands to loosen around his throat, his mismatching eyes flashing in warning and opened his mouth to bare his kitsune fangs slightly. "i'm not the same as before!"

          ‘ what a boring response, ’      is the drawl from his lips,  though there’s the hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.   after all of this time,  and that’s the best stiles can do?      ‘ c’mon.   give me something more.   or do i need to kill someone to pull out some legitimate rage? ’

wicked grin.    it’s a face he’ll never forget.