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I'm fine. He'd said that a lot lately the past few years, despite the fact that Stiles didn't think it had ever been more of a lie--except maybe the first couple of years after his mom died. It didn't matter who asked him, either, the reply was always the same when someone asked how he was doing. So he didn't even think about it when his uncle asked if he was alright.

"I'm fine." The lie came as naturally as breathing. Though, in this moment, breathing wasn't actually coming so easily.

"No yeah, totally fine," he mumbled as he started shaking his hands to get rid of the nervous energy panic attack that was building. Still recovering from being possessed by an ancient, evil fox spirit who made him hurt everyone he cared about and kill innocent people while he watched, but other than that, Stiles was doing great.

Aside from the fact that his typical ADHD restlessness was dialed up to 15, and he couldn't sit still for more than a couple of minutes before jumping up and pacing around the living room, and Chris's voice was starting to sound farther away and warped like they were talking over a bad connection instead of talking face to face, and Stiles was pretty sure he wasn't supposed have his head on a swivel like he was trying to see all corners of the room at all times to make sure there definitely wasn't anything there.

[ discuss ] @vailtoset 's Vail and Bear talk about Vail’s powers in depth

"I need you to speak slowly about this." Because Bear was still processing what had happened before, what Vail could and had done. He still thinks it's a joke, that maybe he himself hallucinated, thinking he was about to die and what subsequently happened... But the grip of death was real, and it had taken a hold of him before, only for him to be released. Honestly, he should've asked Vail immediately, but to this day, it was still hard to wrap his head around it. But Bear wanted to understand... or try to.

"Stiles shouldn't have said anything," Aria huffed. "Okay, so Ezra is a little bit older than I said, but it's-- it's really not that big of a deal. I'm a lot more mature than anyone gives me credit for, and. . .Ezra saw that. I get that it's not conventional, but he's not some monster, and I'm not some helpless little girl. We didn't do anything wrong." She could practically hear Stiles reminding her that if it wasn't wrong, Ezra Fitz wouldn't be in jail right now for what he'd done, but Aria still couldn't see past her love for the man.

Katherine always gets what she wants one way or another. Todays agenda involves meeting someone she was recommended through the grape vine. Someone who's known for being very good at getting into places he shouldn't and leaving with things he shouldn't.

Which is exactly what Katherine needs. Someone to locate, and retrieve the moonstone before Klaus can get his hands on it. She wants to use it as a bargaining chip and that works better if he doesn't find it first.

The vampire sipped on her bourbon and watched the patrons that came in and out of the bar casually. Back booth on the left- the person that approached her and uttered the phrase "Nice night for a drink" would be her pawn.

Now she just had to sit, watch, and be patient while she waited for him to arrive. As far as she knew- he only knew what to say and that she had a job offer. She would be impressed if he knew any more than that, it would also be irritating if she couldn't compel him if things didn't go her way. She does hate to turn to violence so quickly in the game.

Are you Katherine's type?

"Hmmmmmm. Well you met some of the most important criteria." Like the simp, letting her use you, and not judging her- "You can stay. I will entertain your presence."

Blood and Vail's voice. That's all he knows, right now. There's nothing else. The taste of iron, the gushing of pulsing blood, the image of crimson, and his voice.

"I know... I know." He doesn't. Bear has no clue, no idea that this can be a possibility. If it were up to him, he'd want Vail to continue onward, let him fall here. He had battled fiercely and was simply overwhelmed... It was fine, wasn't it? To fall down this time and rest...

As long as his men were safe, that's all that mattered.