#intelligentxbanshee

[poisonarrxw]

+ nexrotic, intelligentxbanshee, weaponisedmorality, sanguisuuga, 

    ❝ i could reach down — pry my fingers into his        H E A R T & attacking his every thought with          arrows. I can make him love you, for a price.❞

[asoultokeep]

          [ when he runs his hand through his hair, rubbing the back of his neck, his skin still feels warm from her touches. he's not used to this. stiles stilinski has never been the kind of guy to be popular with members of the female gender. even in preschool heather was the only girl to hold hands with him.

          heather.

          the blurry image of his childhood friend feels like a cold wave of sadness clashing into his face as he almost runs a red light. he slows down, sets the brake, and he waits, one hand resting on the wheel, fingers tapping against it uneasily.

          his other hand brushes over his mouth quickly; she also touched him there.

                          she kissed me.

                                         why did she kiss me?;

                 (in front of everyone and refusing wasn't quite what he did.)

          it's not like he condemned it, he just didn't expect malia to continue being that touchy-feely after that one thing that had happened. he could hear people talking in the hallways, hear their gossip and whispers.

                ( 'it's her, that savage girl with stilinski.'

                      'are they dating?'

                           'i heard they met in a nuthouse.' )

          he doesn't even know how people found out about his stay at eichenhouse.

               he also doesn't know if it's a good or bad thing that no less a person than lydia martin herself grabbed him by the arm and asked--- no, ordered him to help her study for the upcoming chemistry test.

                        what.

          he sucks at chemistry. everyone sucks at chemistry compared to lydia. she doesn't need help.

                        but it's not like he ever had a choice.

          there he is, with lydia on the passenger seat next to him and the silence is starting to make him uncomfortable. maybe, he thinks, she is used to having studying afternoons with allison, maybe she's not ready to let go of that habit. maybe it's good to at least try getting things back to normal.

          another harsh wave of sadness overcomes him, loss carving holes in his chest, and the light flashes green. with a short glance toward lydia he clears his throat as he takes a left. ]

                “So, uh--

                        you didn't tell me where to go. Like, your place or mine, you know.”

           [ this sounds a lot more awkward than he originally planned. ]

                “---Yours is probably better since my room is a total and complete mess. Unless you have a problem with me coming to your place, I mean, not that I think you would, but--

                        just in case, you know, that's fine.”

[claustrophobicwerewolf-arch-blog]

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[txt] I’m probably lost.

[howlinginhale]

RIP

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With a city as dangerous as Beacon Hills,it was important for everyone to take everyprecaution they could think of to stay safe.Obviously, with how many they lost of theirnumbers, they weren't doing the best jobwith it.                      But no one ever expected Lydia                      to really land in danger because                      she could sense death and that                      had to mean she'd know before                      something really bad occurred to                      her.Oh how incredibly wrong they were to assume sucha thing and it cost Lydia her life. The last wail strongenough to split the entire ground in two and shakeeverything like the most damaging kind of earthquakes.And they never found her body. All of them searchedfor weeks, stretching into months but nothing was everfound.               But every night, he dreamed of her and every               night she helped to guide him. A spirit to keep               him alive for reasons he didn't even understand               and each time he tried to mourn her, there she               would be, a light in the dark.