Stiles listened to her, and it killed him to hear her talk like this. She’d been a beacon of hope before, a Banshee who was a herald of death but a source of comfort. She’d been so bright, so alive, and now…
He took a step back away from her, nodding a bit as he listened, thinking it all over. And then he reached for his badge, moving towards her kitchen counter where he set the metal down. Then he reached for his gun, turning aside to make sure it wasn’t loaded—making sure she saw him clear the round, Stiles catching the bullet as it hopped from the chamber. He sat the firearm down beside his badge and turned to look at her again.
He made sure he held her gaze as he reached up to loosen his tie, taking it off and setting it beside the weapon too.
Arms out casually in surrender and to show her that he was still himself, he told her quietly, “Here I am, Lyds. Just me. We’re talking like we used to, like when we were kids. The Banshee and the broken boy the demons liked to wear, and you fucking listen to me when I tell you right here and now that I’m not here to fix you. You’ve never needed me to fix you. It’s one of the first things that made me fall for you, Lydia. Don’t you get that? I’m here because I do still love you, despite what you’re doing. And honestly? Brace yourself, because I’ve never told anyone this, not even Scott, but all those times I was manipulated and used by monsters to hurt and kill others? I enjoyed it. So don’t think for a second that I don’t know exactly what it feels like for you. I focused so much on the badge to ignore my own desire to explore it. I was afraid I was going to hurt you.”
A brow lofted with curiosity as he pulled away, stepping back to cross the room. Long strides took Stiles towards the kitchen counter and she watched him closely, taking note of each and every step he made. With his back now towards her she could easily smirk with pride, her previous words having gotten to him just as she had planned and now he was all but relinquishing his morality...for her.
His love for this particular redhead would be his undoing. Of course he just didn't know that yet.
The smirk that had held plush lips quickly faded as the man turned on his heel and the banshee's visage shifted back to the facade that he's witnessed only minutes ago. He was making a mistake, and his admittance only cemented that fact. The nogitsune bristled beneath the comely surface of the woman he was wearing and a ripple of pride flowed through him. The truth had been revealed and for all the times that the Stilinski boy had protested his misdeeds now he was admitting to actually relishing in the sensations of having blood on his hands. Perhaps this plan was going to work out better than expected.
Emerald hues widened ever so slightly as though Lydia couldn't believe what she was hearing and it was hard to hide just how pleased the being within was but he's been inside her for so long that manipulating her took little to no effort at all. Clearing her throat she took a step towards the male, arms winding loosely around her middle as she paused a few feet away from him. "What are you saying Stiles? That you want to throw everything away and go on some murderous Bonnie and Clyde rampage with me? I really don't believe that you're willing to throw everything away just so you can be by my side."