there’s a mocking laugh that’s caught up in his throat underneath the lump of meat at the GROWL he’s given, has hold a fist over his lips to keep the contents in his mouth. he swallows and begins to grin, formulates a jab aimed to tease his attempt at seeming threatening, however he only gets as far as to part his lips before his peripheral catches a limb extending towards his space, and suddenly the plate is pulled out from his vision, crashing onto the ground. it’s like a switch flipped, body shifting in an instant and running on PRIMAL INSTINCT. there’s a reason he eats ALONE in the basement, only uses a plate this time because he knows stiles is home. he’s not that hungry, can contain a certain amount of self control. it’s when the item in question is compromised that he turns FERAL.
the action is instantaneous, is on stiles in half a heartbeat, the same amount of time it takes to snap a human’s neck. jaw suddenly seems too small to contain his teeth, razor sharp fangs bared at a boy against the wall, contained by a hand around the neck. the light of his green eyes are gone, swallowed up by black pupils that conceal his whites. they stare into stiles’ own with no remorse for his actions, SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST, they say. DON’T TAKE A BONE FROM A DOG, didn’t your mother ever teach you ?
as quickly as it began it’s over, three blinks and his eyes are back to the less threatening PALE GREEN, and while teeth remain carnal they can fit in his mouth again. expression falls blank in one moment, contorting in anger the next. the hand around stiles’ neck recoils like he was BURNED, stepping away from him with shaking fingertips. “ why did you DO THAT ?? “ ENRAGED, as if stiles was in the wrong. “ you shouldn’t have done that, you stupid FUCK i could have KILLED YOU. “
THERE WAS NO JOLT OF SURPRISE he could feel his back smash against the wall causing his hues to close with a light wince. But with eyes reopening the more fearing thing was not the monster glaring him down and gripping him it was that deadpan lifeless expression, uncaring, not even close to being affected by what was happening in front of him now. This is what he had become, so many barrels of a guns pressed against his head, so much blood splattered his face what he was looking at now had nothing on him. Tightening his grip on the bottles of herbs and mountain ash he had collected his brow simply raised staring back at the other. Waiting without flinching without bothering to hit or punch back —— what would be the point?
HE WATCHED IN SILENCE as those eyes begun to return to normal. As his roommate went from wanting to rip his throat out to realizing and yelling at him instead. Would it be surprising if Stiles had told him I've seen worse because sadly those words were true. For a human being to be so use to this, so ready for death, so unafraid of looking beast in the eye maybe he was losing his mind. Droplets of sanity hanging by a single red thread that was all to worn ready to snap. Maybe that was just it though , maybe , just maybe Stiles was hoping to die —— what better way than a pair of teeth he knew all too well?
LIDS FALLING CLOSED once more he pushed himself from the wall dusting himself off and could already feel his skin bruising from the impact, hand rubbing at his throat with a roll of his eyes. It wasn't entirely unpleasant feeling pain made him realize he was still human that he hadn't been possessed again. Maybe he should thank the other but he'd do that later when he was less likely to snap his head off. Rolling shoulders forward to locking his gaze to narrow at the other giving him a heavy and hard shove. pay back in a sense but more of creating more distance as his sanity came rushing back. “ BUT YOU DIDN'T so shut up it's not that big of a deal you aren't the first person to try and kill me. maybe if you were less of a FUCKING DICK i wouldn’t have to dick back all the damn time. ”