⊰ ☾ ⊱~; Derek stops for a moment, blank expression flattening even further, the inquiry itself was already answered the moment it hit the air; they both knew how good the lycan was with opening up to anyone. A defense which seemed easy to tap into, walk pas by and sink one’s teeth deep into the wolf’s heart, alas, only when the first layer of skin is pierced they realize their mistake. There is fire running through his veins, and a spark still shimmering deep within even if his flesh had become steel, and the heart guarded was with the fierceness of a beast. Derek’s naivety still flickered with a weak flame, never to go out since the boy-now man, will always have a pureness which many lost once darkness introduced was to them.
’‘Those who did, are dead.“ Throwing that out there was perhaps a weak thing to do, pity play just to be left alone. But it was the truth. The old Derek was what his family knew, the broken boy was Laura’s to take care of, and then this…. this newest evolution of him was not known to anyone; something made him feel as if that was the best way. “No, you are the annoying parrot that won’t shut up.” There was the smallest twitched at the corners of his lips as he said that, Stiles could indeed be cockatoo prattling away as no one understands him fully-if they didn’t listen closely (which Derek won’t admit that he started doing.)
Rolling his eyes the were made a tight left turn, avoiding one of the bikers that shifted onto the outer lane. “We don’t know, that’s why I nee-” There was a short pause, Derek swallowed quickly and added with a firmer tone- “..-why WE need you there. Something killed two girls, barely sixteen in a cabin in the woods. Can be anything.”
Stiles’s gaze shifted away as he calmed down, bothered by Derek’s words. Not because he thought Derek was being ridiculous but because he knew he had gone too far with his attack. He might be a sardonic little shit but he still knew when his bites were too profound, even if that wouldn’t stop him. He heaved a quiet sigh through his nose, licking at his lips and he swallowed hard, eyebrows furrowing for a second before he was lifting his chin arrogantly. An act.
“Not me. Scott. Lydia. We’re not going anywhere. You better get used to that and the fact you’re part of it.” his tone, even when attempting to sound dismissive, was passionately expressive. That was just how the male was, nothing more to it. And the fact Derek meant a lot to him. Not that that mattered.
He looked away, shaking his head as he shared an annoyed grin, tongue between his teeth, his physical way of rolling eyes at the other’s teasing. He looked at Derek as he almost said he needed him, heart skipping a beat at the ghost of actually being important for the older. But of course, Derek was as proud as him. Not that any of it was to dwell upon when there were dead bodies back in Beacon Hills.
“Did they have any marks? Animal attack sort of marks?”
