#weretorn

@weretorn

meme.   @weretorn​

anger is the first feeling that floods him (but even he knows anger for him is never just anger, it's denial, it's fear, it's so much more than just rage). he's angry because derek is wrong, because isaac lahey is inherently unlovable. he is shattered glass held together by badly placed bandaids that are so ready to give out on him. he is no longer something that someone could love. maybe before allison he was salvageable, but not after. not after knowing her blood is on his hands. melissa cares for him, scott too, but he assumes it's a guilt thing. or pity. he'd never tell them this, he knows it wouldn't go down well but neither does most things he says.

" you're wrong. "   his response lacks all the anger that he feels, it sounds small, meek. it's embarrassing.   "  and yeah,   i'm here now.   you're here now.   but it's not like i didn't think i had you for good once before.  "   and look where that got isaac. he knows why derek did what he did, but that doesn't mean that it didn't sting. the glass missed, but he still felt every single shard imbed itself into his skin. he can't even look at derek when he talks, because he can't look derek in the eye when he tells him that he's there for him. he can't trust it. he knows if he's not careful, his stupid soft heart will open up again.

meme. @weretorn

you almost laugh at the question. your foot is bouncing in place, to some rhythm you can't even keep straight. human fingernails press into the palm of your hand, hoping that the claws do not show themselves. you don't really have an answer for him. not one that will make either of you feel better. no one has had to see you like this for months ----- if you suffer in silence long enough you forget what a gentle voice sounds like, you forget what he looks like when he cares about you.

" yeah. " it wouldn't take werewolf hearing to know that you're lying, you're not sure most werewolves would be able to tell just from your heartbeat due to how fast it's racing.

" i don't know how you stay here. " the sentence slips out before you can stop it, quiet and under your breath but you know he can hear it. you wish you'd stopped it, because it's cruel, and it feels like a dig but it's not. it's shock, maybe. you swear it still smells like them somehow. it's been so long but the scent still lingers enough for you to notice, or you're imaging it. you wouldn't put it past your brain to torture you like that.

being back here is hard, and it aches but you had to come back. you had to figure out what was wrong. but now you're here again, and you can see the place on the couch erica used to sit, and where boyd used to read, and where the small pile of jackets used to be. but you can also see where boyd died, or where you sat when peter dug into your memories to try and find erica only to find out she was in a closet, dead. these walls are haunted and yet he stays. derek stays.

He stares. Blinking three times before pulling his phone from his pocket to check. Connecting after a few seconds as a smile spread over his lips. Awesome! He looked back at Derek, eyes still narrowed, suspicion the clear expression before he’s just sneaking over and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. 

When he says no, he’s not sure if its fear or relief that settles more deeply into his bones. Both have made a pass time of renting their space now and again. He swallows hours, days, and lifetimes in one breath when he sees Derek Hale’s eyes glow red. 

     Fuck.

“ I…what’s the price? “ He whispered, more like squeaked. Surprised at himself that he still manages to speak or make a sound or even think straight. He’d just seen this man come out of nowhere and lift the excavator like he was Superman.” Am I going to be like you? “