#bofstiles

[dauntlesscaroline]

echoes | stiles and caroline

Lately Caroline had been throwing herself into every mundane task she could find. School was a good way to occupy herself, and so was spending time in the training room. But Caroline was a very diligent, organised person, and it wasn't long before she'd run out of things to do. Luckily, having a parent in Dauntless with an endless supply of jobs was just what Caroline needed. And she often found herself camping out in her office which she shared with Stiles' dad, waiting for her to tell her what to do next. 

Liz hadn't come back from patrol yet, so Caroline sat lazily in the computer chair, spinning herself one way, and then back around the other until she got dizzy. Then she'd stop for a while, and she'd do it all over again. Caroline didn't really care that she had to wait and had no idea how much longer she'd be. She spent a lot of time in this office as a kid, and it was always comforting to her, being back here. Caroline tried not to think about it, but it was also where she spent a lot of time with Stiles when they were kids.

But that's why she was here, to get Stiles out of her mind. She hadn't spoken to him since the bonfire, and she wasn't planning on it either. The only contact she'd had with him was awkward glances in the school hallways before one or the other hurried off in the opposite direction. It killed her to have this distance between them, but she wasn't going to make the first move to fix things. And she was sure he wasn't either. She looked up as her mom and Stiles' dad walked into the room, looking tired from their patrol. "Good day?" she asked them, earning a friendly hug from Stiles' dad and smile from her mom. "Tiring day," they replied in unison, and Caroline laughed. But then all three of them turned towards the doorway as another person entered the room, the smile on Caroline's face vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. "I uh, I'm gonna go," she stuttered, making a move for the door. 

[dauntlesscaroline]

Drunken Truths | Stiles and Caroline

Things were meant to be getting better, but if anything, Caroline thought they were getting worse. Sure it seemed like things were on the right track with the city, but lately there had been a lot of dead bodies showing up. And that made Caroline nervous. There was only one person she could share her worries with, and they were a whole faction away. That didn't stop Caroline from getting a message to him, though. She'd snuck into Erudite, not to visit Stiles this time, instead opting to slip a note under his door telling him when and where to meet her. 

It was a nice night, Caroline appreciated the warm air on her face and the fact that she didn't have to wear long sleeves or jeans to go out tonight. She made her way through the quiet city, taking care to go around where the Factionless tended to be instead of through them. Where she was headed, most people wouldn't dare go at night. But Caroline was Dauntless, which automatically meant she did dangerous things for the hell of it, but also because she knew she and Stiles could be alone there and not get caught. She just hoped he still had enough Dauntless bravery in him to do what her note said.

Caroline arrived at the building, walking through the gaping hole in the wall that had now become a doorway for people like her. Walking up the broken, rickety stairs to the second floor, she spread out a blanket near one of the windows in the far corner where the moonlight shone in. She took her backpack off, sitting it on the floor next to her before she made herself comfy on the blanket, making sure there was no broken glass around. "Come on, Stiles," she spoke to the empty room, hoping he would show up here unharmed.

[dauntlesscaroline]

I Still Don't Know How to Title Things | Stiles and Caroline

The night was cold and still as Caroline made her way through the darkened city. Her black combat boots barely made any noise as she hurried along the broken pavement, stealth was a skill that most Dauntless possessed, and Caroline was thankful for that in this moment. She didn't really want to get caught, she knew nothing bad would happen to her, but there would definitely be some drama. What possible reason could a Dauntless teenager have for sneaking into the Erudite sector after curfew? Caroline wouldn't be able to explain. Well, her explanation wouldn't satisfy them. 

Caroline stopped a few blocks away from the place she knew Stiles lived, and quickly unzipped her bag, pulling out an oversized blue hoodie that she'd stolen from one of the Factionless donation bins. Caroline knew it was wrong to steal from people who didn't have much in the first place, but she wasn't about to walk into Erudite dressed entirely in black. She would stick out like a sore thumb, and she wouldn't last more than thirty seconds before being escorted back to Dauntless. Pulling the enormous item of clothing over her head, Caroline cringed at the smell, but she didn't really have any other choice but to wear it at this point. She tied her hair back in a ponytail and began walking again. Her steps were faster this time, and she could see her breath puffing out in a small cloud in front of her face as she moved. Resisting the urge to run (Dauntless ran everywhere) she took one of the side entrances and made her way quickly and carefully down the well-light hallway. The light made her uncomfortable, she was so used to the dimly lit tunnels of Dauntless.

Caroline finally made it to where she thought Stiles lived, praying she'd actually come to the right place as she lifted her fist and quietly knocked on the door. Her heart was racing in her chest, and she lifted her eyes to see a security camera pointing right at her just as the door to the room opened. She didn't even look to see if it was Stiles, pushing the door open wider and hurrying inside.