“I’d die for you.”
Send “I’d die for you.” for my character’s reaction.
“Say anything that fucking stupid again I’m going to beat you into the dirt,” The wolf’s grip crushes the empty tin of peaches between her fingers, listens to the metal grate and whine before buckling. It’s an idle threat in it’s own regard, because Logan had never risen her hand in violence toward the teen and there would never be anything that would drive her to. But there’s still a warning in those words, breeding malice and a soul deep hurt radiating from the glossy film in her eyes. “You aren’t dying period, least of all for me. Do you understand that? That’s not an option for you. I forbid it.” Because a world with Stiles not here was horrible enough to stomach, but the thought of him laying down his life for the sake of her own? She was surprised she managed to keep her stomach from pitching and ending up spilling a mess on the grass before her. “Just shut up about anything like that. We’re going home, together or not at all.”