HIATUS // shadow.

everyone  :  omg  the  new  t/een  w/olf  episode  ! me  *curled  up  in  the  corner  with  the  erica  pillow  my  sister  got  me  ,  crying*  :  is  she  back  yet.

she’s dead just like this blog

“Really now? Well, you’ll have to fill me in about them later” He couldn’t help but to grin at the bitterness showing, though he was grateful it vanished as quickly as it showed. “I always want you naked around me.” Giving him a wink, Derek headed for the door. “Have you been shifting without me?” He asked, as he walked outside. No keys were needed this time. Derek knew that, because this was one of his favorite things to do with Stiles. Perhaps Stiles knew it was what Derek needed to release some tension, he wasn’t sure but he was going to take it regardless. “Think you can beat me to the woods this time?”

“ maybe, ” is all he says, choosing to drop the topic for now and follow him towards the door instead. “ ’course you do. yeah, some, because i was bored as fuck, but turns out it's not much fun when you're alone. ” stiles gives a shrug, turning to go down the steps. “ probably not, but i'm also smaller than you. i should be glad i can almost keep up. ” now that the idea of running in the woods is in his head, this skin feels too tight -- he's tempted to tear out of it right here and now, but resists, knowing he'll make a mess.

Giving his boyfriend a look, both brows raised. “What friends?” He countered, dropping his hands from his head. Flexing slightly, Derek stood from the couch. “You know what? It doesn’t matter.” He didn’t want to fight with Stiles right now. That was the last thing he wanted. “Do you want to do something? I have a meeting in a few hours, and we haven’t spent time together lately.” Which wasn’t normal, but with Derek dealing with this drama he really didn’t have a choice. Well. He did. He could just tell Stiles, and let him help. But he didn’t want to. He knew that Stiles was fully capable of handling himself, but that didn’t change the fact that Derek still would do anything in his power to protect him.

“ new friends. human friends. they're kind of pathetic, really, but i was getting bored... but you're right. doesn't matter. ” is that bitterness in his voice or is he just taunting the werewolf? whatever the sentiment was, it vanishes the moment derek mentions going to do something. it's been strange not having much time with the other for the past while, and the opportunity is taken without question. “ let's go to the woods. i promise you won't have to carry me back naked this time... unless you want to. ”

he’s noticed derek’s increased stress lately – how could he not? rather than asking about it, though, he’s done his best to be home when he thinks the werewolf will be. there are significantly less arguments when they’re both home at the same time, given that there aren’t as many questions about where he’s been all day. still, he was bound to slip up sometime, and here he is, coming through the door with derek already home. “ out, ” he replies with a shrug, closing the door behind himself. “ with friends. ” he hasn’t actually mentioned having friends before, but hey, there’s always the possibility that he’s telling the truth.

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“Me noticing didn’t make you unable to remove it…” His focus wasn’t on the words too much. He raised the blade to Stiles’ cheek, running it along the skin, smearing blood as it went. “That idea’s tempting, I’ll admit it.” It was interesting how Stiles wasn’t fighting him on this or pulling away.

their gaze remains on theo, mindless of the knife. “ don't tease. i have better things to do than wait for you. ” stiles' shirt is lowered to conceal the slowly healing wound, though it's hidden in its own right by the blood around it. “ if you're going to do something, I'd suggest getting on with it. ”

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“Knives can be nice, if used right…” Hazel eyes raise as his wrist is grabbed, not stepping back, despite them being so close. “I notice you haven’t taken it out yourself… you can clearly reach it.” His words are slow, lingering in the air for a moment before he finally grips the handle and slides the blade from him slowly.

“ no disagreement here. ” their grip on theo's wrist is loosened when he goes to remove the knife, a grimace being the only sign of pain as it emerges. “ you noticed it before i had a chance to do anything about it. i was kind of busy earlier. anyway, what are you going to do with that now, hmm? whatever it is, i hope you use it right. ”

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Theo’s eyebrow raises. Perhaps he should be more dangerous to spite them— but it wasn’t them keeping him from being. It was himself. “I could rip apart all of you, if I felt like it, Stiles. I just… don’t.” There was truth to the words, truth and a little disappointment. “It was a relationship joke? Guy angers a girl he brings her stereotypical flowers and chocolates and a lame apology? Come on, you’re smarter than that, I shouldn’t have to explain it to you.”

“ scott, malia, lydia, liam? maybe -- but not me. i'm a little beyond you and your claws now. sure, you could scratch me and it would hurt, but ... well, I've had worse. it would heal. ” they shake their head as they lean across the table, elbows resting against it. “ i understand the joke, theo. i was matching it, but maybe you couldn't keep up. is everything okay up in that head of yours? not having the dread doctors tell you what to do must leave a bit of a ... void in you. ” if only the chimera knew why that word was funny. what a shame.