The slow strum of her polished finger over his defined cheekbone acted as a muscle relaxant. A small puff of breath finally released after moments of expending his lungs worth. “Are you sure —? You apologized didn’t you, what’s the big problem, this is stupid,” it came out rather blunt, solely concentrated on vibrant viridescent eyes that seemed to have a way of making his heart ache in ways before unknown. This whole fight had been dragged on far too long, and it seemed even apologies weren’t being accepted at this time. A blemish and pitfall in the overall pack, and this was a fragile state to be in given the newfound monsters that roamed the city. He didn’t understand the hatred Taylor held, yeah, she’d snooped around, but there was nothing to be found? Why not just shrug it off in a ‘ha-ha you were wrong’ like fashion. “What’s she gunna do? Call security?” after realizing that would be a solid maybe, the mocking wide grin he wore flipping down into a straight solitary line. “Right,” sucking in his lips indicating he would no longer pester her on the matter. Instead of arguing for her company he reached for her hand, wrapping his fingers around it with a gentle squeeze. The public display of it all made the whole instance back in her room less a like a daydream and more like reality. People walking around, or well carted by the staff. “It won’t take long anyway,” the words trying to draw some amount of comfort for the banshee to lean on, he could tell something rancid was spinning in her mind, collecting all her thoughts like a spider’s web would insects. “You’re okay though..?” eyebrows pulling up and together, never letting go of her small icy hand. the AC in here sure did have a way of turning fiery coals to frozen hail. Before any verbal confirmation of her being okay she gave him more of a physical go ahead, not only his cheeks but the tips of his ears turned a flushed pink one her lips touched his skin. An encouragement for him to do what was needed. In the light of all the darkest things in New Orleans.. Stiles knew he could fix this.
Once it was all said and done with, glad to have peeled off that extra layer of guilt he had stitched to his skin from his last conversation with Taylor. He felt light on his feet, but held a lead heart in his chest. Frustrated was a good word to describe it. Everything leading up to this moment hadn’t gone soothingly, but once the baby was here? He thought it would be easy to patch. Evidently not. It only drove an even thicker wedge between Lydia and the pack. Why was it.. they were allowed to have it all, family, eachother, and he was left having to prove Lydia’s innocence. His mind didn’t remain heavily concentrated on this though, more on the vervain strand, the fact he’d been stabbed in the stomach by some deranged vampire with a twisted sense of humor. Been healed by his blood. Told not to die in the next 24 hours. Thank god him and Lydia planned to hole up in his house for the night watching Starwars. Though with the ring and all it’s power — could he even turn? Not something he wanted to find out.. But it was a curiosity. Stiles had seemed to store that spine scratching laugh of cynicism in his memory bank, and since that moment.. He’d been fighting off that drifting feeling. So close to death his soul felt like it was floating out of his body, headed straight to some sort of supernatural limbo. Would the ring have worked, because in those moments.. It felt like a hoax. That fear hadn’t left him and last nights sleep wasn’t exactly pleasant. It had taken hours, haunted by thoughts of death and the darkness only reminded him of his own vision slipping away in that crucial moment. It all fogged into one blur of blank gray and slate black colors, the only thing piercing through were those steel blue sinister eyes. The only time in which he’d wished to have power exceeding of human capabilities. He’d seen Damon Salvatore bleed, but he wanted to make him bleed on his own terms, see it on his own hands. Thoughts to dark so he found himself thinking on something else, the babies, like Tobi being taken, missing files, and that strange symbol. Though the mark evidently had no connection. More on his plate than he could of imagined.
Tonight he hoped to X out all those things and have some down time, but really.. Who was he fooling. Caroline Forbes had gave him something that had his mind racing a thousand miles per second, Genevieve, baby in September.. Blossoming into a near adolescent just in time for may flowers. One of the babies he would be sure to get a first hand account on.. Of course while getting Lydia to come along for a good reading. Incase she got any bad vibes or mysterious whispers circulating through the air around her. The only time he’d seen something remotely this peculiar was when Derek Hale aged backwards under that church.. But this? Age sped up, not a tough pill to swallow, but how? Why? Things they needed answers too. If they wanted to keep Tobi safe, they needed the full prognosis of this situation. Dire. He would tell Scott as soon as he could.. Just to insure, it was starting to look less like a joke. Wetting his lips as he walked up to her, he had all these things to talk about, and even though tonight c o u l d possibly be one of the best nights, he would surely spoil it. “Yeah, it didn’t exactly work out the way I wanted it too, she forgave me.. But,” he was always straight forward, “we might have to give her some time on you. She really doesn’t like you. Like, at all. This shouldn’t have happened in the first place,” he looked at her trying to keep the accusatory glance to a minimum, “Personally I think she’s taking it too far. Then again, who cares right? Talk to Scott. Taylor didn’t just mother his kid or anything.”
The truth easier to speak in the presence of people he knew were there for him. He just didn’t want the strawberry blonde to have expected better news. Hell, he wished Taylor would have told him it was silly and to call her in, but she didn’t. She didn’t leave any room for wiggle.. Clear and clean cut, Lydia wasn’t aloud to see the baby. He let out a light laugh that was barely audible, “I don’t know.. I see more of Scott in him. Maybe your guilty conscience is just m a k i n g you see Taylor,” okay, now he took it too far.. Really. He was just beyond irritated by the way Lydia was being treated like some kind of criminal, how her or Taylor weren’t able to apologize righteously, and no matter the effort still things were a little shaky. Now he found himself shooting his own irritation in her direction. Not intentionally.. He was just stressed out. “Sorry,” he breathed before tucking his phone away, other hand rubbing at the back of his neck. “I’m frustrated, this place smells, and I just want to get to the part where we’re staring at the intro crawl ‘in a galaxy far far away’, let’s get the hell out of here. Please.”
Now if there was one thing to make him feel idiotic for his slight hint of annoyance, and pointing a little bit of the blame on both Lydia and Taylor.. It was the moment she started to ramble. A key chain glistening in the sun, held in the palm of her hand. “It did—” the vervain worked? “How do you — what happened? Don’t tell me you used a squirt gun, we had a plan remember?” more worried about how she’d found out it worked than the gravity of her getting him a gift for one week of… wait. “A key chain,” corner edges of his mouth twitching up into a crooked embarrassed smile. Dorky, more like completely adorable. “That’s really smart, and it’s… Starwars,” he licked at his lips nervously trying to put together the right words, reaching out to take it from her hand lingering above hers upon the exchange. “I didn’t get you anything.” Wow Stiles ( gets too much for Lydias birthday ) Stilinski, stood there with giftless hands. “God, Lydia.. I didn’t get you anything,” he blinked absently, “here, you uh, want this,” he’s going to pull off the ugly man ring particularly as a joke. “Though it’s pretty much useless.. And ugly.. It wouldn’t fit your finger. You know what, I’ll buy you something else, a ring, toe-ring maybe, necklace, earrings? Earrings probably less noticeable than the others.. Though nobody would ever suspect toe ring, of course unless you were barefoot. Plus you’re a fan of those open toed heels, so—” he stopped after having spewed out all those words with his nervous jittery movements, rubbing at his face. “How though – how do you know it works?” brows furrowed, jiggling the present around in a balled fist.
