calloused: ᴇᴀꜱʏꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ (234.)
ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ ♔ ([personal profile] calloused) wrote 2019-04-24 02:12 am (UTC)

Wish you were silent.
Fucking checkmate.

Be there soon.


[ Derek heads out, but - he sets his phone on silent, too, barring a personalized setting for Stiles, just in case someone tries to message him and interrupt his time with Tate. Tate's assertion that he wants to be with him come July has gone a long way to mending some of the drama that's been floating around his head this past week or so, and he's actually... letting himself look forward to this. He's wary - he has to be wary - but he's steadily finding himself more and more okay with being on good terms with Tate. Permanently, with any luck.

He makes it to the beach in a couple of minutes, wearing the same exact thing he was wearing the last time they met up at the hotel - jacket and jeans, a little dirtier than before, like he threw it all on before its turn in the wash. He waves at Tate as he approaches, arm hung lazy and motionless, jogging up one of the dunes once he's close. ]


Hey.

[ He, like, skids down the dunes, kind of having fun with it. He was big on playing with the dunes when he was a kid. Don't tell anyone. ]

Can't believe you've explored more of the beach than I have. I fucking live here.

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