Jan 1, 2022
Only one of them can hear the other person’s heart beat but he’s really too focused on calming his to notice anything beyond the skip of his own. It’s his scent that first hits. That familiar scent of stupid and annoying that kind of ingrained itself into the very walls of his skull. It’s almost imperative that he meets the turn of his head with a scowl. Yet, somehow he manages. Still and steady. Despite the way his heart is ramming inside his chest and hands curl into fists inside his jacket pocket. The objective is very clear: work together and find this killer. What was left unwritten was the obvious: try not to kill each other while doing it.
“ Stilinski! Is that ketchup on your shirt? “
@shroudedheart .
