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[sms; sent to batman mole-ever] i’m sorry. its just…there’s someone else[sms; sent to batman mole-ever] i just can’t say who. i gave my word.

#takemexwithyou #v:even with your dark side

[x];

[ silly boy, you thought you could save everyone. ]

The window brings in a rattle of soft wind; the noise of it has his throat clenching, seizing around itself and he doesn't hesitate to click it shut. Bumps rise along his skin from it, prickling over worn, tired skin but Scott just ignores it, ignores the urge to tighten knuckles until they're ivory and blotched with red ribbons. He would bleed rivers and use his body as their armor if it meant to bring back what they've lost, to restore what death has stolen. A pause, an inhale. Stay strong, he reminds himself, how can you cry when there's things still left to mend? Body pivoting towards the doorway, the trembling figure of Stiles has him rushing over, palms anchoring themselves to the junction of shoulder and arm.

"—Stiles, Stiles," He starts, brows furrowing into concern, worry heavy on his tongue, "—you're shaking."

So is he; the tremors of his own palms are easily masked as they curl over human limbs. Fingers release and scatter, seeking until they engulf fists. A sharp gasps rips from his throat, veins flushing into onyx. The pain tastes like ice; sharp ends of glaciers cutting into his lungs and blue forming in his blood. It's different from Allison; she hadn't felt pain but it felt like fire, soft with flames in his throat, ashes pouring into mountains on his chest. Her blood had been the gasoline.

Grieve, his mother said, you're allowed to grieve.

Scott keeps a hand curled over their shared fingers. Can Stiles see the blood shed over their skins like he can, can he see the red threads tightening over their hands behind closed lids? It hasn't stopped dripping from his own; he can't remember what it was like to have unsullied palms, fingers soft with boyish charm. "You're literally freezing."

[ you thought if you loved someone enough, death wouldn't touch them. ]

#takemexwithyou #;para #[is this good this is the first long starter i've done in ages please be gentle on me]

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Late night, phone calls Bags packed, so long Night drives, long flight Nothing good about goodbye, bye By the time I'm leaving I'll be wishing I could stay I'll be thinking 'bout you every day a different state Mile after mile you know I'm always on the road But I won't let you go I'll stay up all night, staring at the sky, You're somewhere on the other side If you're sleeping alone tonight, let me be your lullaby. I've got stars in my eyes, Cause you look better by my side. If you're sleeping alone tonight, let me be your lullaby. Hush now, speak slow Stay close, don't go Two hearts, one night, Wish we didn't have to say goodbye. By the time I'm leaving I'll be wishing I could stay I'll be thinking 'bout you every day a different state Mile after mile you know I'm always on the road But I won't let you go

#cyclone24 #takemexwithyou #v:come back be here #v:the model and actor one when we name it #soundtrack

takemexwithyou SAID: *sits on to block you from drafts* pay attention to me.

*is sat upon* hello bby <3 *loves you down*

arsenalofquestions SAID: ARE YOU REFERRING TO THE POSSIBILITIES OF STISAAC????

bahaha. sort of ;] *nuzzles*

#{outoficebreakers}#takemexwithyou #arsenalofquestions

I love waking up to like, eight million messages. She loves me.

#takemexwithyou #daiti;

god bless dawn & may the rest of you do yourself a favor & follow her

#actual real life stiles though #takemexwithyou

takemexwithyou replied to your post “*rolls in and dies* hai”

Hi bby

Eylo~ you should answer your skype <3

ensignfinnclifton replied to your post “*rolls in and dies* hai”

cuddles youu

*cuddles close* all ur cuddles r belong to me

batsandregrets likes this.

*whispers* i c u

#takemexwithyou #ensignfinnclifton #batsandregrets #{outoficebreakers}

[ the bandages now lay on the floor in a pile and Scott is visibly cupping Stiles' cheeks, before he lets go and kneels on the ground in front of his best friend. he's relieved and yet, he knows this is nowhere near over. ]