#detectivebilinski

[valiantmccall]

✆ ✉ ♀ [shifty eyes] -detectivebilinski

text meme

send “✆” for a morning text.

[ sms; stiles ] yes, i know how early it is, but i have coffee.

send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent.

[ sms; stiles ] we need to talk more about donovan.[ sms; stiles ] i think i need to hear what happened from you.

send “♀” for a heartbreaking text.

[ sms; stiles ] you were right about theo.[ sms; stiles ] i didn’t believe you and i really should’ve.[ sms; stiles ] i’m sorry, but i know that’s not enough.

[realeadxr]

detectivebilinski

          He wasn't alone. He had never been alone. There had always been           another boy, someone else; his mirror. Stiles. He didn't know how           he knew, maybe it was the fact they looked exactly alike, sounded           exactly alike, but weren't the same, or maybe it was just because           despite everything else he'd forgotten, he never forgot who his           brother was. They'd come up in the box together, throwing the group           of boys stuck in some kind of weird concrete place off. No one           would explain anything to them, no matter how had they'd tried --           all they could focus on was the fact they'd gotten a pair of twins            at the same time in the Box. 

          Thomas sits with his knees up to his chest, brows furrowed as           he watches the boys around shuffle and finish up the day from           afar. Alby, the guy he'd figured to be the leader of this place, told           him they'd come up late, that they'd get the tour tomorrow before           muttering something about having two Greenies at one time.           Thomas didn't get why it was such a big thing that everyone was           reacting so harshly towards the fact he and Stiles had come up           together. It wasn't like they could control what had happened.           They had to live with it too-- but at least it was more comforting           than being alone like everyone else had been (at least, that's           what he was figuring). 

          The weirdest part for him was the fact that he knew Stiles was           his brother, that they were close and always had been close,           but he couldn't ever remember anything about him or their           relationship. It was terrifying to have someone you just know           is so close to you, someone that just feels like home but not           remember why or how. That was probably worse than losing           all of his memories of his previous life. It doesn't keep           Thomas from pressing his side against his brother's as they           sit, leaning into him to try and get that feeling of safety when           his brain was going haywire with all the different things going           on around them. He needed to calm down, to keep himself           level. He didn't want to freak out in front of all these strangers. 

                                  "I don't get why they wont tell us anything.                                   It's weird."