#ixburnyours

[shatteredstiles]

[text] I miss you.

sms - the one.

        I miss you too. I miss you always.        W h y  don’t you come over ? My        father’s out, & he’s not coming back        any time sooner. yay or nah ?

[paigehowls-archive-blog]

i remember seeing season 1 last year but that was all. i just watch it online because i doubt they will ever show it here

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ixburnyours said: #mtv in England gets neither

really??? wow i never thought that was possible

[acxnitum]

N E C R O M A N C I N G ( + ixburnyours )

a wise man once said:                    

        DO NOT CALL UP THAT WHICH YOU CANNOT PUT DOWN.

  but stiles has no need for THAT when he knows exactly what he's doing.                                                   in theory, anyway. 

             there is a sharp wind that bites at his face, reddens his              cheeks with its cold burn. trees spiral up to the sky all              around him, gnarled branches barren of leaves in the               late october air ------ this place had been F A M I L I A R              once upon a time, though never in the good way. he               had spent nights running for his life here, had sought              refuge here. E V E R Y T H I N G HAD STARTED HERE.              however now it is a burial ground for the beaten and                                                     the damned. 

                         WELL, NOT THAT ANY OF THEM WILL BE                                   BURIED FOR MUCH LONGER.

             equipped with a (shovel) and an (incantation book)              the nineteen year old adolescent is here on strictly              business tonight.     he has spent a year mourning.              now it is time to act. to R E T R I B U T E. when he               comes to the graves he pays his respects as is               customary, head bowed and eyes closed like he is              praying to something that he knows does not exist.

THEN he DIGS.

                                      and DIGS.

                                                                    and DIGS.

until he finds the body that lies six feet                                                                        under its carefully placed wolfsbane                                                                                                                                           ward.

             derek hale. deceased at twenty five, wolfsbane bullet              to the heart sending him to be with his family at long last.                                   and he will R I S E  A G A I N              at twenty five. he is NOTHING but bones now, but no              problem, no problem. this is something fixable, a thing              easily remedied. oh, corpse reanimation is a tricky              business, no doubt: luckily enough that derek is just              the guinea pig. the first in a C H A I N of revivals that              will reach a CRESCENDO and BREAK for the ultimate              prize which resides exactly three miles and half a yard                                     north of the hale property.

                   (   STILES HAS GONE TOO LONG WITHOUT                                     HIS MOTHER'S TOUCH.   )

             first it is all about summoning the spirit of the deceased,              willpower and belief that it is THERE so that it SHALL be.              stiles knows that this process could backfire and become              potentially fatal ------ but he has spent his year sharpening              these skills of his. granted they maybe, PERHAPS have              twisted into something they were not meant to be by the              darkened heart and even darker desires of it. REST              ASSURED that stiles has good intentions, albeit no other                                              way to let them out.       

murmured words, 

                                 focus defined and HONED.

                                                                                     he can do this.

             watching the skin come back to life and stitch itself into              its rightful place along the skeleton of derek is both              fascinating and disgusting, enthralling all on its own. stiles              at least knows that this is W O R K I N G.          the wind               kicks up, stirs a pile of leaves nearby, rustle bare branches              that knock together in a rhythmical beat that FORTES as              the oxygen rushes back into derek hale's newly fashioned              lungs with a full bodied LURCH. his eyes are crazed as they              swivel around hurriedly, confused. once he FINALLY senses                                              stiles he finds him. 

                                IT IS A LOT LIKE GIVING BIRTH.                                         CREATING LIFE ANEW.

the teen smirks.

                                   pride pulsates within him.

                                                                                  he opens his mouth,

                                            AND SPEAKS.

                    "And,                                    you're back in commission,                                                                                          big guy."

             a hand extends down into the grave where derek still looks              oddly reminiscent of a deer caught in headlights. more              appropriately, perhaps, a W O L F caught in headlights.

                           "What say we get you out of there, yeah?"                

[acxnitum]

[text] Stiles you have no idea. [text] No that's okay. We don't need to catch up. Probably shouldn't have even texted you.

[ TXT ]: whatever, dude. if you don’t want to then it’s fine.[ TXT ]: okay.

[acxnitum]

[text] I was drunk and barely remember most of it, so I couldn't tell you. [text] That doesn't sound like a good idea.

[ TXT ]: for an entire month? that’s extreme.[ TXT ]: why not? it’d be a good way to catch up. 

[acxnitum]

[text] We got married back in New York. After a month, who knows why. It just seemed like a good idea at the time. [text] Mark doesn't really like big things like parties so I doubt it'll happen again.

[ TXT ]: a month? this guy must be remarkable. we dated for how long, three years, and he managed to lock you down in a month? damn. gotta meet him. :p[ TXT ]: you guys should totally come over sometime. scott and allison come to eat dinner once a week, let’s make it into a party. [ TXT ]: nala loves meeting new people. she’ll talk your ear off.

[acxnitum]

[text] Oh my. She's ruined for the rest of her life now, what have you done? Haha. [text] Husband, actually. He's good. Everything's good.

[ TXT ]: wooooow, derek hale settling down. never thought i’d see the day.[ TXT ]: mad i didn’t get an invite to the wedding, though. i demand a redo.[ TXT ]: have another wedding and invite me so i can be there and experience the magic.[ TXT ]: i’m glad everything’s good, man. you deserve that.