“I gotta admit, though, the kids are a lot more fun than Maryse. No one can beat her level of uptight and annoying.” He shrugged it off, not wanting to dwell on the Lightwoods too long as they continued walking. The smile on his lips was real; he knows his happiness shouldn’t depend on Scott as much as it does but there is little he can do about it. Soctt makes him feel whole again. He makes him want to fight and be good.
Without him, every single day was a blur of grey. This boy was part of his family, he was his best friend and his brother. (The feelings he’d had for him growing up and even now were not called for and would soon enough disappear. They’d have to…)
“I did, however, take a glance at the things we’ll be allowed to play with and may I say the toys are definitely more fun here than those we had at home?”
This place was like a god damn boot camp. The only thing Shadowhunters did was train, plan, hunt, return from hunts. Life in New York was nothing like Idris, it was as much of an adventure as it was a never ending mission. — By the time they finally reached Scott’s room, Stiles leaned against the wall by the door, watching his best friend.
“I feel like you are fishing for something so why don’t you just ask straight away what you wanna know, Buddy?”
‘ Yeah, Maryse really didn’t like us... ‘ Scott’s thoughts trailed off and onto the reproachful looks Maryse had given them upon meeting. She looked as if she had just stepped in something atrocious & was just now smelling it, and of course Stiles had to act as the catalyst to bait her. He was never afraid of her, of anything really.
‘ At least it’s not like little mini Maryse’s are waddling around, I was kind of hoping to AVOID the apocalypse. ‘ He looked over at Stiles, which as it turned out was a huge mistake.
Stiles’ smiles always lit up his entire face. They made his brown eyes shine with both mischief and love... made his slight dimples become that much more pronounced in his face, and made Stiles look like on the outside, what Scott felt on the inside when around him. An all-encompassing warm glow, like being home again.
‘ this is gonna end badly for me isn’t this ?? ‘ Stiles may be scrawny, but he is N O T weak. They have spent their lives training, sparring, and breathing combat, so much so that Scott was afraid he would start doing kicks in his sleep. Stiles was proficient at most things they attempted because of his natural wit, and with the ability to analyze anyone or anything, he need only take a thirty second look at his opponent to determine where the weakest points were. Stiles could take him down if he tried.
-------And there it was, the moment of truth. He had asked in a moment of blind pessimism, his fear of losing Stiles to someone-- anyone better than him surfacing. He loved his parabati, in the kind of love that was illegal, and because of that he was toxic. They could never truly be in love, that’s not how this works, and if Lydia was any indication---- Stiles didn’t even think about him in that way.
‘ I just-----I know it’s going to be hard, away from Lydia and all, and I wanna make sure you’re alright. ‘
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