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nothing follows ; nothing stays [ Independant Derek Hale RP Blog ] Writer/Derek both 21+ [ Tracking; adversuus ]

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The wolf curls up on Des' side of the bed with his snout tucked underneath the pillow. It's a very purposeful act but it isn't for the reason that most would guess-- he just feels safer there on those rare occasions when he is on his own.

[ Alright. Des isn't even there but it's sweet so I wanted it on here. Perhaps Derek won't be swatted with a newspaper for getting the bed all wolfy.No promises. ] 

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There’s a part of him rearing it’s head. The part of him that wants to lash out and insist that he doesn’t need a babysitter, that he’s fine and if he wants to go out he will go out. But that part of him is overpowered with the larger side that wants to fix this. Wants to fix himself and repair his and Derek’s relationship. For so long they were practically inseparable— the best of friends and he wanted that back, he really did.

He missed him.

"—- You know that actually sounds pretty nice." he breathed an airy chuckle as he moved to push himself from his seat and get to his feet. "I’m gonna go grab some menus, you wanna order pizza or Chinese?" If tonight was to go anything like their nights used to, they would end up calling for both and only eating the pizza and spring rolls. 

"A movie, maybe? If—- if you wanted, we could, we could watch a movie—- I have the new Batman."

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He had been expecting a refusal. 

So when it didn't come, Derek smiled. He pushed up too and instead of giving into that urge to pull Stiles' against him, he slipped his jacket off and gave a nod. 

"Whichever you want." Which would mean both. He nearly added that if Stiles needed a drink or to do whatever it was he does to get the night by without getting sick, then he could, Derek wouldn't mind. But he bit it back and would allow Stiles' to make that choice. He was just grateful that, for the time being, they were together, and the kid wasn't out with people who didn't give a shit about him. 

Opposed to the wolf, who cared a hell of a lot more than he had thought.  

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Bacon-lust temporarily sated, Der settled into an easy sprawl at Des' feet, heavy head laid across the tops of both. He saw the grin and his tail beat a slow rhythm against the hardwood floor, content with the happenings of the morning and the company with which he was in.

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The wolf's slinking halted, golden eyes watching Des with genuine interest and curiosity. When it became clear that he had gotten is way, teeth showed themselves in an all too human grin. His ears twitched upward when he was beckoned and he rose to full height, trotting over to the kneeling man. Rather than go straight for the bacon, he nudged and licked at Des' wrist, a show of gratitude. Then, in the blink of an eye, the strip of meat was gone and Der's tongue flicked along Des' palm.

Des had to grin.

He couldn't help himself. 

When the food was snatched away, Des managed to get a little scratch in behind his counterparts ear before he stood to his full height again. His eyes blinked down to the one's below before shifted back to the stove. He laid another piece of bacon on to replace the one he had given Der and found that his smile still persisted.

It wasn't a bad way to start the day. 

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An indignant growl loosed from the wolf's throat and he retreated but only momentarily. The lure of what was cooking on the stove was all too much for Der. Teeth bared but not in a vicious manner, more the wolf's way of telling Des waiting was not an option. As soon as the Alpha turned back to the stove, Der was on the move again, slinking forward slowly with every intention of repeating the nose to knee method which worked so well in getting Des' attention.

He was listening this time. And even watching, head down to look at their breakfast but eyes tilted, staring at the wolf that had become commonplace in his loft. 

His sneaking was endearing. Too endearing. Damn it. 

He peeled a slice that he had only just put in the pan, leaving it warm but cool enough to hold in his hand, even with the grease. Des turned and lowered himself to Der's level, palm out, the strip along his fingers.

"Come on. before the rest burns." 

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The wolf buried his wet nose into the back of Des' bare knee and huffed out a whine while the other cooked at the stove. It was imperative that Der get his counterpart's attention because bacon.

"----!" The man jumped, quite uncharacteristically, away from that intrusive tongue. He had been focused, mind elsewhere, when his brother had found him. He kicked weakly at the other, his vain and rather pathetic attempt to shuffle the wolf away. 

"You can wait." 

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Maybe he was too late. Maybe Stiles’ spiral was finally coming to an end, only a little longer to go and he’ll hit the bottom. He didn’t have the heart to own up to that right now and so it was now his turn to lie, to cushion any bad feelings the wolf may have been having and lighten the load. “Nah. Are you kidding? I’m Stiles Stilinski dude—- I’m a fighter if nothing else right?” 

He lifts his head, eyes finding Derek’s and for a moment he allows a small, saddened smile form on his lips. Barely there but also far too noticeable, given how the teen had been lately, they were so few and far between that even the smallest of smiles could light up a room. 

"It’s nice to know you feel that way but there’s not a lot you can do Der." And there was that nickname again. Three letters that formed one name which proved that all the hostility had gone— or at least eased off and Stiles had once again succumbed to forgiving Derek for what had happened between them. "I don’t know what you can do…" 

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The smile felt hollow, and Derek felt no immediate need to return it. He didn't want any falsehoods between them that weren't absolutely necessary. But, try as he did, a smile did form; just small, and only briefly. 

He didn't know what to do either. But maybe talking calmly was the first step ( ignoring that they had done this exact same thing before; arguments that stung and then apologies that tore them open ) and maybe spending more time together was the next. Even if Stiles objected.

There was a space for him to say something, but nothing came. Nothing helpful, at least. So he allowed the room's silence to swallow them up again. It felt easier than it had before, but he knew that was merely because the tension had drained from the room. What was left in its place was easier to deal with. 

"You'll stay in tonight. We both will." And watch a movie, rad a book. Something.