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Once Upon a Dream | Bridget & Stiles

Sleep was easier than it used to be, but it still wasn’t always the best of sleep. He had drifted off scouring the internet and the bestiary for answers, sprawled across his bed. His mind was dark and then suddenly, it wasn’t. He was sitting on a floor, surroudned by white and a chill ran down his spine as he looked around. No, it couldn’t be.

He scrambled up, spinning to look around. “Alright fox, we’ve been through this!” he called, his tone on edge and slightly annoyed. As if by willing it, the fox appeared, sitting with Bridget on the very tree he’d held Stiles captive in his mind. They were focused on the board, and Stiles knew all too well that game. “Bridget!” he called.

[bearyourdemons]

Searching

@bridgetforman

Titan was looking through the streets, avoiding Beserkers at the behest of Ethan as he looked around. “Clayton! If you’re out there, make noise!” he yelled, trying to find Jordan’s brother. He shook his head, there was too much chaos, people running and hiding, cars on fire and property damage through the roof.

Clayton could be anywhere. Titan was running downtown, searching for the man as he called out for him once more. 

[alphachimera]

Are You Okay? || Theo & Bridget

Two blasts from Beacon’s past were roaming the streets and Theo wasn’t sure what to do other than patrol nightly. It was better than nothing; on his usual round, Theo noticed a girl in the grass; she seemed unconcious, he paused before running over to her. He quickly started to look over over before lightly shaking her. 

“Hey, hey are you okay?” he asked softly. 

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Reunion

@bridgetforman

Humans were so easy to play with. Even the ones who seemed to be aware of the supernatural, these hunters were providing him with much needed entertainment. In the days leading up to the Fae attack he’d been practically starving, so now it was time to feed. So far he’d blown up a van, cause several broken bones and even spread a little poisoning. No deaths though, he was hungry, not vengeful.

He sat on a wall and watched the carnage unfold, kicking his legs childish and laughing while he ate. He sensed a presence close by, though it was, different. A fox... A Nogitsune.

“Come to poach on my meal have you?” he asked dryly, “Shouldn’t you at least introduce yourself before sitting at my table?”