I would kill lots of things that haven't tried to kill me yet. Cat. Doctor Vampire, over there. I wanted to kill Jackson before the pool. Hell, I wanted to kill Jackson back when Scott had just been bitten.
[ but yes. stiles would be kind of pissed, and derek doesn't want to piss him off. derek also doesn't want to kill the cat. derek just wants the cat to like him. again, he's not hungry anymore, so he's just going to leave the plate where it is and sulk. he lets his neck go slack and lolls his head against the couch, staring up at the distant ceiling.
they're going to need to check the heating system, once it gets to the cold months. assuming they're both still here. he doesn't let himself think about what could happen if stiles just - disappears, one day, but it's on his mind a lot. it's hard not to worry if maybe this place is too transient to be in love. he could just wake up tomorrow to an empty bed and a voided contract and have nothing left. he doesn't think he could survive that.
... anyway. vampires. ]
I've met two, since coming here. Other than Rosalind. Some guy named Godric. Really fucking sad. Another guy named Cassidy. Kind of like a raccoon, but skinnier. Never back home, though. I know there are rumours of them, especially further north - but I don't think any Hale has ever met one. They were probably smart enough to know better than to come to a town plagued by hunters.
Anyway. If I talk to him, I'm just going to threaten to kill him. Text him, but - do it when you're at home? Just in case he... I don't know. Brainwashes you through an SMS. Hypnotizes you, like Dracula, into flashing your ankles to all the upstanding Victorian men around town who would call you a harlot for such impropriety. Or tracks you through your phone somehow and wants to start a fight.
I can go looking. There's probably something in storage. Why?
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Cat. Doctor Vampire, over there. I wanted to kill Jackson before the pool. Hell, I wanted to kill Jackson back when Scott had just been bitten.
[ but yes. stiles would be kind of pissed, and derek doesn't want to piss him off. derek also doesn't want to kill the cat. derek just wants the cat to like him. again, he's not hungry anymore, so he's just going to leave the plate where it is and sulk. he lets his neck go slack and lolls his head against the couch, staring up at the distant ceiling.
they're going to need to check the heating system, once it gets to the cold months. assuming they're both still here. he doesn't let himself think about what could happen if stiles just - disappears, one day, but it's on his mind a lot. it's hard not to worry if maybe this place is too transient to be in love. he could just wake up tomorrow to an empty bed and a voided contract and have nothing left. he doesn't think he could survive that.
... anyway. vampires. ]
I've met two, since coming here. Other than Rosalind.
Some guy named Godric. Really fucking sad. Another guy named Cassidy. Kind of like a raccoon, but skinnier.
Never back home, though.
I know there are rumours of them, especially further north - but I don't think any Hale has ever met one.
They were probably smart enough to know better than to come to a town plagued by hunters.
Anyway.
If I talk to him, I'm just going to threaten to kill him. Text him, but - do it when you're at home?
Just in case he... I don't know. Brainwashes you through an SMS. Hypnotizes you, like Dracula, into flashing your ankles to all the upstanding Victorian men around town who would call you a harlot for such impropriety.
Or tracks you through your phone somehow and wants to start a fight.
I can go looking. There's probably something in storage.
Why?