[ unsurprisingly, derek's completely deadpan when stiles hits him back with a hefty no you, paying more attention to where he's stepping and how stiles feels in his arms than engaging in an actual conversation. a hot spring makes sense - the air here is damp, but not cold, and the way some of the rocks smell like rain didn't make sense for derek, given that they're underground.
but that explains it. candle stubs. that bothers him, because that's proof that other people have been down here before. derek drops his eyes to his feet, reflexively pulling stiles closer, holding him tighter. the cave didn't feel claustrophobic until stiles brought up candle stubs. he can't smell anyone, but that only makes him feel more anxious. ]
Sounds like a horror movie. Bunch of horny teens sneak out to the old caves, make out in the hotsprings while their parents are away on business. Accidentally wake up an eldritch monster hidden in the caverns by partying too hard. The homeless serial killer everyone thought was dead crawls out of the dark to join in.
[ derek realizes that stiles is idly checking the place out, so he slows his walk a little, just to give him time to double check. for the most part, he doesn't want to rush stiles and fuck up his investigation, however cursory it might be, but. more immediately, he doesn't want to run back to the entrance so fast that stiles feels convinced that he could have missed something on the way out. the last thing derek needs is for stiles to sneak back here at 3AM and get stuck again.
but whatever, it's fine. he feels safer, now that stiles is in his arms, so he doesn't mind taking it easy. ]
I don't like that other people have been here. They could've just been curious, like you, but.
[ but the candles make it sound like they'd stayed here for a while, and candles by the hot springs makes it sounds like they came here to relax, and that shouldn't unsettle him, but it does. there are tons of vampires around here who wouldn't care about the dark - maybe they found the place, hid away in the caverns, made it their own. but then why did they leave, and why aren't there more prominent signs of life around the upper levels of the cave? every vampire he's met has smelled like death. there should be some kind of trace of them.
ugh. derek's voice sounds too loud, suddenly, echoing among the clay. he keeps it quiter, though it doesn't make much of a difference. ]
But maybe not. You think this place is worth keeping an eye on?
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[ unsurprisingly, derek's completely deadpan when stiles hits him back with a hefty no you, paying more attention to where he's stepping and how stiles feels in his arms than engaging in an actual conversation. a hot spring makes sense - the air here is damp, but not cold, and the way some of the rocks smell like rain didn't make sense for derek, given that they're underground.
but that explains it. candle stubs. that bothers him, because that's proof that other people have been down here before. derek drops his eyes to his feet, reflexively pulling stiles closer, holding him tighter. the cave didn't feel claustrophobic until stiles brought up candle stubs. he can't smell anyone, but that only makes him feel more anxious. ]
Sounds like a horror movie. Bunch of horny teens sneak out to the old caves, make out in the hotsprings while their parents are away on business. Accidentally wake up an eldritch monster hidden in the caverns by partying too hard. The homeless serial killer everyone thought was dead crawls out of the dark to join in.
[ derek realizes that stiles is idly checking the place out, so he slows his walk a little, just to give him time to double check. for the most part, he doesn't want to rush stiles and fuck up his investigation, however cursory it might be, but. more immediately, he doesn't want to run back to the entrance so fast that stiles feels convinced that he could have missed something on the way out. the last thing derek needs is for stiles to sneak back here at 3AM and get stuck again.
but whatever, it's fine. he feels safer, now that stiles is in his arms, so he doesn't mind taking it easy. ]
I don't like that other people have been here. They could've just been curious, like you, but.
[ but the candles make it sound like they'd stayed here for a while, and candles by the hot springs makes it sounds like they came here to relax, and that shouldn't unsettle him, but it does. there are tons of vampires around here who wouldn't care about the dark - maybe they found the place, hid away in the caverns, made it their own. but then why did they leave, and why aren't there more prominent signs of life around the upper levels of the cave? every vampire he's met has smelled like death. there should be some kind of trace of them.
ugh. derek's voice sounds too loud, suddenly, echoing among the clay. he keeps it quiter, though it doesn't make much of a difference. ]
But maybe not. You think this place is worth keeping an eye on?