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stiles stilnski | 17 ↘↘ i just wish we could go back one more time and begin; back before i lost myself somewhere, somewhere in it. independent roleplay blog of stiles stilinski from teen wolf. selective muse. tracking the tag postvoided.

[edgessoften]

[ His brows rise up for a moment as Stiles shifts closer, face burying itself into his shoulder before he jerks awake, causing another huff of laughter to slip passed Derek’s lips. ]

"Wasn’t trying to wake you."

[post-voided]

[ He stretches his arms behind his back to uncoil his stiff muscles. ]

"If that's your attempt at apologizing, don't bother. I didn't come here to drool all over you, and I'm pretty sure than you didn't sign up for that when  you agreed to let me use your loft  as a place to study."

[edgessoften]

[ He can’t help the soft laugh that bubbles up, he really can’t. Hesitantly, he brings a hand up and brushes the boy’s hair back from his face, like he did with Cora when she fell asleep on him. ]

[post-voided]

[ Upon being touched, Stiles wrinkles his nose   and buries his face closer into the warmth of the   body near him. He slips, then, and his chin falls--   jerking him awake again. ]

"Huh--? Sorry about that, big guy. Didn't get much sleep last night."

[post-voided]

        [   Oops. He fell asleep on you.             Will you wake him up?    ]

[post-voided]

"Shit," he curses, breathless. The gaping wound in his stomach is shallow,        but bloody.

"Dad's going to kill me."

[ofdeathandroses-deactivated2016]

"I have no clue then Stiles! I thought I was taking notes, not writing computer code!”

[post-voided]

"And therein lies the problem. What do you think it means?"

"Remember when you kept drawing the Nemeton-- before we even knew what the Nemeton was? Do you think this could be like that?"

[ofdeathandroses-deactivated2016]

"It’s just I know that math isn’t your strong suit. And I know that Malia isn’t a fan of math either.”

[post-voided]

"Oh my g-- Lydia, I swear: there's something completely frickin' weird with your notes. Whether or not math is a subtle form of torture isn't the point."

[extriinsic-blog]

   █░ ⊰ ℳ ⊱;;

     ( she’s doodling a certain jeep-obsessed boy         in her notebook right now, & if you try even         once to glance over her shoulder, you’ll find         yourself without any e y e s to look with. )

[post-voided]

Never underestimate the curiosity of a teenage boy. ( or his lack of self-preservation )

"Oh, cool. What is that, a tree? A... bird? No, don't tell me. Is it--

Yeah, I got nothing."

[ofdeathandroses-deactivated2016]

"Did you actually see the notes? Or did Malia tell you that it was nonsense?”

[post-voided]

"Yes, I actually saw them. Yeesh. What, you don't believe me?"

[post-voided]

adrianharrisx started following you

"What the hell--?"

[post-voided]

"Aaaaand I'm lost. Great."

[ofdeathandroses-deactivated2016]

"Are you sure that you just don’t understand it?         I know what I wrote…”

[post-voided]

"Half of the reason I'm passing math is because of you. Or--was, I guess." I'll have to get the notebook back from Malia so you can see for yourself."

[ofdeathandroses-deactivated2016]

"What are you talking about?"

[post-voided]

"The numbers? Letters? Symbols? It's like a bad, sci-fi horror movie threw up on your notebook."

[ofdeathandroses-deactivated2016]

"Are my notes really that hard to follow?"

[post-voided]

"Not usually, no. But your recent--technical flair is a little off-putting."

[findmeon-allxson]

"You know…"

               ”I am pretty sure that this is illegal.”

[post-voided]

"Now you're worried about legality? After, what, a year and a half of breaking the law? It's a little late to grow a conscious."

[wxrriior]

        “It would be great if someone          explained to be who this Allison          girl is.”

[post-voided]

"Uh, you. That's you. Would you believe me if I told you that you're missing a couple of memories?"

[redeemedking-blog]

He’s wearing a shirt that says ‘Bows before bros.’                All of his clothes is gone. There’s just this one left.                                 And he is infuriated.

      “StiLES.”            It started with normal intonation, before turning into a growl.                   He wasn’t shifting, no. It was a noise that a very pissed off human made.

[post-voided]

"Oh, man," Stiles replies, delighted.

"That's a good look for you. Hate to break it to you, though--that one wasn't me." If only. Stiles is the king of obnoxious t-shirts. His hand twitches toward the pocket where his phone rests. This really does deserve a picture.

[post-voided]

Stiles wakes in the middle of the night, tangled in his sheets, mottled with sweat. Just another Tuesday night--or would it be considered Wednesday morning?--and he's getting sick of these summer nights already.

At least he didn't shriek himself to consciousness this time.

He trudges toward his bedroom window and hikes it open, sticking half of his body outside of it in an attempt to feel some kind of a breeze. 

Nothing.

"Ugh," he complains eloquently.