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A kind of e m o t i o n a l tether.
❛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄʀɪᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʟғ ❜
under construction selective & private blog for teen wolf's stiles sti- linki. canon through to current season. may be subject to triggers. mun is of age. icon dialogue, semi-para & novella. crossovers are welcome.
「 ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴀsᴋ ʀᴜʟᴇs 」
( ofgenius )
she’d thought the nightmares would have stopped, that things would have returned to normal. she’d hoped that sleep would come easier, that her nights wouldn’t be spent tossing and turning.
they DIDN’T. they increased in frequency, became more vivid. it was as though she could feel the screams with every fiber of her being, feel h i s touch with every nerve ending in her body. it was horrifying. it was…
she hadn’t meant to push them away. it was a defense mechanism of sorts, a chance to save them from being dragged down with her. it felt as though she was dangled over the edge and her grip was slipping. like she was screaming, but never made a single sound.
❛ huh? ❜ her eyes flicker upwards, body t e n s i n g before she realizes that it’s only stiles. the tension disappears from her shoulders almost immediately. ❛ talk about what? ❜
altruism wasn't exactly his thing, persay. he generally left the chivalry to scott with his enthusiastic support. but for lydia? he slips on compassionate tone, sincerity glimmering in his warm brown eyes. a barely audible sigh escapes from slightly parted lips. she's the singlemost intelligent person that he has EVER known and yet -- she can play dumb just like any other girl. but she's not just any other girl. she's his friend, his confidante. and the concern he feels for her is obvious. ❛you know,❜ he begins with an opening, giving pause to allow her follow through. his eyebrows raise, hinting, then he just continues of his own accord. not that it's any easier this way. ❛we all miss her, it's okay.❜
It just happened so fast…
Look, there may have been a little maiming, okay, a little mangling, but no death. That’s what I call an important distinction.
although, he's not always the most intuitive person, he's by no means blind & it was impossible for anyone -- let alone himself -- not to see that something was bothering her.
it doesn't make it any better that she's been distant all summer. even when berating him about the dreaded summer reading list.
there's no shame in pushing away some ernest hemingway in favor of a friend, one who clearly is barely here.
❛ hey --- ❜ hand waves in front of the girl to interrupt whatever inner monologue and/or daydream had her so silent. ❛ --- you wanna talk about it?❜