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motivation
2019-01-21 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Godric does not use the device all that often, so what gets sent out is a message to someone here who he is close to.]
Do not be sad for me. I have lived a very long and very tiring life. I met my death by my own hand, standing atop a roof to greet a beautiful sunrise. Some are not so lucky, and when one of my kind dies, it is usually grim.
I am not sorry for meeting the sun, so please do not be sorry for me.
Do not be sad for me. I have lived a very long and very tiring life. I met my death by my own hand, standing atop a roof to greet a beautiful sunrise. Some are not so lucky, and when one of my kind dies, it is usually grim.
I am not sorry for meeting the sun, so please do not be sorry for me.
[ derek's spent an entire day away from the apartment he's been assigned to, somehow managing to be both sour and bitter about being forced to live a life of luxury. or at least a life of comparative luxury, given that half the population in this place live in a filthy underground horrorshow. he's been given a very nice apartment, and that's great, but he also wishes this entire fucking city would just go fucking fuck itself, so it takes him a while to relax.
but he gets home, he strips, he lays down, he checks his messages. and, uh.
the, uh.
wow, the girls in this place really don't waste any time. it doesn't even occur to derek that this might be a misfire, he just... after quickly scanning the name killjoy on the network and not finding any clues that this is, like, spam, or an ad or something, he sinks into his bed and overthinks his reply. eventually: ]
Someone's direct.
[ he just sends that. ]
but he gets home, he strips, he lays down, he checks his messages. and, uh.
the, uh.
wow, the girls in this place really don't waste any time. it doesn't even occur to derek that this might be a misfire, he just... after quickly scanning the name killjoy on the network and not finding any clues that this is, like, spam, or an ad or something, he sinks into his bed and overthinks his reply. eventually: ]
Someone's direct.
[ he just sends that. ]
[ after getting a video of a girl in her underwear, derek finds the next text he gets to be pretty fucking depressing. he doesn't understand the context, of course he doesn't, but a few tactful seconds pass before he figures out how he wants to handle this. ]
Wrong number, idiot.
[ okay, that wasn't very tactful, but he's not done. ]
I've never known someone who experienced a peaceful death. Quick deaths, maybe, but never peaceful.
I know this doesn't mean much, given that you don't know me - but for what it's worth, I'm not sorry for you.
[ a lot of people won't understand how fortunate godric was to die the way he did, but derek thinks he might. there's a small delay, and then - ]
You can't be human.
Wrong number, idiot.
[ okay, that wasn't very tactful, but he's not done. ]
I've never known someone who experienced a peaceful death. Quick deaths, maybe, but never peaceful.
I know this doesn't mean much, given that you don't know me - but for what it's worth, I'm not sorry for you.
[ a lot of people won't understand how fortunate godric was to die the way he did, but derek thinks he might. there's a small delay, and then - ]
You can't be human.
Edited (whoops shh shh shh) 2019-01-23 04:32 (UTC)
[ dutch didn't send that text —or, well, she did, but not this time. not to him. and she's sick of this place and the way it continues to trample all over her autonomy, the way it takes away her choice again and again in little and big ways.
but she's not going to mention that to a stranger. and his assessment is accurate, even if he made it for the wrong reasons. so: ]
got a problem with that?
but she's not going to mention that to a stranger. and his assessment is accurate, even if he made it for the wrong reasons. so: ]
got a problem with that?
No.
[ again, he's going for short and concise over strictly "friendly". maybe that'll ruin the moment, maybe it won't. he's not sure if he cares yet. ]
Might be helpful to know if you're trying to get at my dick or if you're just in the mood to flash a stranger, though.
Kinda feeling like this could go both ways.
[ again, he's going for short and concise over strictly "friendly". maybe that'll ruin the moment, maybe it won't. he's not sure if he cares yet. ]
Might be helpful to know if you're trying to get at my dick or if you're just in the mood to flash a stranger, though.
Kinda feeling like this could go both ways.
well, if you must know
i didn't send that at all
[ but, well ]
but that aside, it depends
is it a nice dick?
i didn't send that at all
[ but, well ]
but that aside, it depends
is it a nice dick?
[Well that is how one certainly makes an introduction.]
This was not meant for you.
[Damn technology.]
I have not seen a peaceful death either. It is probably a first for my kind.
[But then he was not a typical vampire. And no, he was not human, but that seems obvious. And unlike the person he's talking to, he won't insult him by pointing that out.]
This was not meant for you.
[Damn technology.]
I have not seen a peaceful death either. It is probably a first for my kind.
[But then he was not a typical vampire. And no, he was not human, but that seems obvious. And unlike the person he's talking to, he won't insult him by pointing that out.]
I assumed as much.
[ Maybe he should be - kinder. He should be kinder. For all his faults, it's hard to avoid showing respect for someone who needed - and found - a peaceful death. Derek might not know the kind of life Godric had, but it doesn't sound like it was... great. ]
And what would be your "kind", exactly?
[ Not that he can't guess, but - he doesn't know how open this man is, when it comes to... whatever it is he might be. Derek wants to at least play the illusion of ignorance, to give Godric the opportunity to tell him that it's none of his business. If he wants to. ]
[ Maybe he should be - kinder. He should be kinder. For all his faults, it's hard to avoid showing respect for someone who needed - and found - a peaceful death. Derek might not know the kind of life Godric had, but it doesn't sound like it was... great. ]
And what would be your "kind", exactly?
[ Not that he can't guess, but - he doesn't know how open this man is, when it comes to... whatever it is he might be. Derek wants to at least play the illusion of ignorance, to give Godric the opportunity to tell him that it's none of his business. If he wants to. ]
[ such modesty. dutch approves. and yet— ]
believable
believable
Hey.
I need to talk to you.
I need to talk to you.
What, do you have a full schedule today at Camp Real World?
[ don't - make him smile this early in the morning, who the hell do you think you are? ]
Can you read?
I said I need to talk to you.
In person.
Can you read?
I said I need to talk to you.
In person.
[ toast, like - mm, no. too much, too much. ]
Subspace.
[ ha. okay, no, all headassery aside - he's sitting on his stupid bed roll, where derek has zero clearance to be. ]
Where are you?
Subspace.
[ ha. okay, no, all headassery aside - he's sitting on his stupid bed roll, where derek has zero clearance to be. ]
Where are you?
[ i' mc Allign Th e PoLIce ]
Behind the barracks. Trying to see how far into the woods I can go before I run into a fence. Or another guard with a fucking tranquilizer gun.
Thought I could find somewhere quiet. You know - away from people who might want to talk to me.
[ which is actually kind of nostalgic? d/s aesthetics aside, this whole camp is starting to give him "my family just died and i don't want to play basketball or talk to any of my friends at school anymore so i'm going to start spending my recesses hiding out behind the library"-themed flashbacks. ]
Behind the barracks. Trying to see how far into the woods I can go before I run into a fence. Or another guard with a fucking tranquilizer gun.
Thought I could find somewhere quiet. You know - away from people who might want to talk to me.
[ which is actually kind of nostalgic? d/s aesthetics aside, this whole camp is starting to give him "my family just died and i don't want to play basketball or talk to any of my friends at school anymore so i'm going to start spending my recesses hiding out behind the library"-themed flashbacks. ]
[ to report a serious burn? ]
I swear to god, if you get your ass tased.
[ he's probably going to laugh. but like, sadly. it's not nice to laugh at idiots. ]
Look, I just need like two minutes
And then you can go back to playing hide and go seek with the guards or whatever.
I can come to you
Or there's this like
Landscaping equipment storage building between the tennis courts and the theater.
Not sure if we're allowed inside considering it was locked when I found it.
But it's not anymore.
[ ah yes. breaking into places he doesn't belong, classic stiles. ]
I swear to god, if you get your ass tased.
[ he's probably going to laugh. but like, sadly. it's not nice to laugh at idiots. ]
Look, I just need like two minutes
And then you can go back to playing hide and go seek with the guards or whatever.
I can come to you
Or there's this like
Landscaping equipment storage building between the tennis courts and the theater.
Not sure if we're allowed inside considering it was locked when I found it.
But it's not anymore.
[ ah yes. breaking into places he doesn't belong, classic stiles. ]
Ugh, Stiles.
I'm obviously going to meet you in the storage shed.
Stiles.
[ there better be a new lock on that door when they get there. there better be a new fucking lock on that door. derek wants so, so badly to break a lock. he stops walking, looks away from his phone, and he finds a pretty decently sized rock hidden among the dead leaves in the ground around him. he doesn't have werewolf strength anymore, ssso.
he picks it up. holds it with one hand. gonna bash that fucking door in if they've locked it again. ]
I'll meet you there. Two minutes.
Hurry up, already. Christ.
I'm obviously going to meet you in the storage shed.
Stiles.
[ there better be a new lock on that door when they get there. there better be a new fucking lock on that door. derek wants so, so badly to break a lock. he stops walking, looks away from his phone, and he finds a pretty decently sized rock hidden among the dead leaves in the ground around him. he doesn't have werewolf strength anymore, ssso.
he picks it up. holds it with one hand. gonna bash that fucking door in if they've locked it again. ]
I'll meet you there. Two minutes.
Hurry up, already. Christ.
Will you relax?
The basketball court isn't going anywhere
And neither are the electric fences
They'll still be there for you to touch like a dumbass.
[ he's scrambling up off the floor, though, like maybe if he just gets a head start he can beat derek there. for bragging rights or something, who the hell knows. derek can't possibly be there already, right? he's not that quick anymore with that half of him shut down.
stiles doesn't run, but he does walk with purpose, faster than usual, but not at a pace quick enough to draw any unwanted attention. by whatever miracle, he makes it there before derek, maybe only by about thirty seconds, but stiles counts it as a victory even though he never would have beat derek if he were at full capacity.
it's not locked. stiles was never caught yesterday, when he was skipping the latter half of the lunch hour, snooping around while almost everyone else was busy begging for table scraps or passing them off. the building is actual empty, save for a single leaf blower and coiled garden hose, but it still smells of cut grass and gasoline.
stiles is standing outside, chewing on the edge of his thumbnail when derek shows up. he's very slightly paranoid (though when is he not) about having to explain why he's loitering outside of an off-limits building should a guard happen to stumble across him. his hair is still a little damp from the shower he took just a little bit before he texted derek, spiked up a little bit in the front with his fingers, but not stiff with product. he looks tired, like he hasn't slept, because he hasn't.
derek has a fucking rock in his hand, and stiles just furrows his eyebrows at him. ]
What's with the rock? This isn't Battle Royale, you weirdo.
The basketball court isn't going anywhere
And neither are the electric fences
They'll still be there for you to touch like a dumbass.
[ he's scrambling up off the floor, though, like maybe if he just gets a head start he can beat derek there. for bragging rights or something, who the hell knows. derek can't possibly be there already, right? he's not that quick anymore with that half of him shut down.
stiles doesn't run, but he does walk with purpose, faster than usual, but not at a pace quick enough to draw any unwanted attention. by whatever miracle, he makes it there before derek, maybe only by about thirty seconds, but stiles counts it as a victory even though he never would have beat derek if he were at full capacity.
it's not locked. stiles was never caught yesterday, when he was skipping the latter half of the lunch hour, snooping around while almost everyone else was busy begging for table scraps or passing them off. the building is actual empty, save for a single leaf blower and coiled garden hose, but it still smells of cut grass and gasoline.
stiles is standing outside, chewing on the edge of his thumbnail when derek shows up. he's very slightly paranoid (though when is he not) about having to explain why he's loitering outside of an off-limits building should a guard happen to stumble across him. his hair is still a little damp from the shower he took just a little bit before he texted derek, spiked up a little bit in the front with his fingers, but not stiff with product. he looks tired, like he hasn't slept, because he hasn't.
derek has a fucking rock in his hand, and stiles just furrows his eyebrows at him. ]
What's with the rock? This isn't Battle Royale, you weirdo.
Extravagant way to typo the word badass, but okay.
[ he locks his phone, hides it in the pocket of his uniform, ignores any potential message from stiles that might come in exclusively so he can convince himself he got the last word in. it's not too far a walk, so... he gets to it.
it's hard not to consider racing stiles to the storage building, but the thought of running is kind of intimidating to derek right now; his legs are still sore from the falls they've taken, he's still so quick to lose his breath in comparison to how he should be. he doesn't want to look... weak, when he meets up with stiles, all sweaty and tired from pushing himself past limits he's already so consistently pushed himself past since his arrival to fort harm. he needs to give off the illusion of control, because the illusion of control is all he has. even more than usual.
so he takes his time, enjoys the clean air as much as he can ever enjoy anything, and he shows up a little late. only a little. stiles calls him out on the rock, and derek looks down at it like he'd forgotten he'd carried it halfway across the campgrounds, and when he peeks over stiles' shoulder to the slightly ajar door of the storage building, he figures there's no need for it. disappointed, he abandons the rock, dropping it carelessly onto the dirt. ]
You're a weirdo. Stop chewing your nails. You look suspicious as fuck.
[ he steps forward, places his hand on the door. it swings inward and derek doesn't look over his shoulder when he heads inside. it's dark inside - well, dark-ish, at least - but there's some light filtering in from windows by the ceiling, and after ushering stiles inside and closing the door behind him, it feels like the quiet place he's been looking for. he could hide out here, he thinks. share the space with the spiders and cockroaches, if they'll have him.
stiles wanted to talk to him. derek's concerned. he's tried very, very hard not to show it, but now they're here, in the crisp, morning sorta-dark, and they're alone. he can't keep the trace of worry out of his voice. ]
You okay?
[ he locks his phone, hides it in the pocket of his uniform, ignores any potential message from stiles that might come in exclusively so he can convince himself he got the last word in. it's not too far a walk, so... he gets to it.
it's hard not to consider racing stiles to the storage building, but the thought of running is kind of intimidating to derek right now; his legs are still sore from the falls they've taken, he's still so quick to lose his breath in comparison to how he should be. he doesn't want to look... weak, when he meets up with stiles, all sweaty and tired from pushing himself past limits he's already so consistently pushed himself past since his arrival to fort harm. he needs to give off the illusion of control, because the illusion of control is all he has. even more than usual.
so he takes his time, enjoys the clean air as much as he can ever enjoy anything, and he shows up a little late. only a little. stiles calls him out on the rock, and derek looks down at it like he'd forgotten he'd carried it halfway across the campgrounds, and when he peeks over stiles' shoulder to the slightly ajar door of the storage building, he figures there's no need for it. disappointed, he abandons the rock, dropping it carelessly onto the dirt. ]
You're a weirdo. Stop chewing your nails. You look suspicious as fuck.
[ he steps forward, places his hand on the door. it swings inward and derek doesn't look over his shoulder when he heads inside. it's dark inside - well, dark-ish, at least - but there's some light filtering in from windows by the ceiling, and after ushering stiles inside and closing the door behind him, it feels like the quiet place he's been looking for. he could hide out here, he thinks. share the space with the spiders and cockroaches, if they'll have him.
stiles wanted to talk to him. derek's concerned. he's tried very, very hard not to show it, but now they're here, in the crisp, morning sorta-dark, and they're alone. he can't keep the trace of worry out of his voice. ]
You okay?
[ stiles drops his hand from his mouth the second derek tells him to, which is slightly foreshadow-y of the conversation to come. he's not worried about looking suspicious, especially now that derek is here and they can duck inside where, presumably, no one will see them, but he doesn't really like being called out on his anxious ticks, at least not right now.
he follows derek inside, lets him close the door while he turns slowly on his heel to look around as if he hasn't already been here once before. it's not a large space by any means - about the size of a small garage, big enough to have housed a riding lawnmower or two, some edgers, another leaf blower in addition to the one that's chilling in the corner - but it's... private. nothing else feels private here.
stiles tears his eyes away from the empty rack bolted to the far wall, probably where someone use to hang things like rakes and shovels and shit. he looks at derek, almost seems a little lost for a second, like he forgot what the hell they're even here for. he blinks, nods his head a little, rubs his fingers across his forehead. he shifts his weight back and forth between his feet, just a subtle tilt back and forth and then back again.
he's anxious, but derek probably doesn't need the chemosignals to be able to tell. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I'm - fine. [ always fine. ] I just.
[ stiles wets his lips, dropping his hand from his forehead at the same time that he breathes out. this shouldn't be a big deal, isn't even that serious, but at the same time, it is, for stiles anyway. stiles looks at derek, takes a breath. ]
I need to ask you something, and you just need to say yes or no. That's it.
he follows derek inside, lets him close the door while he turns slowly on his heel to look around as if he hasn't already been here once before. it's not a large space by any means - about the size of a small garage, big enough to have housed a riding lawnmower or two, some edgers, another leaf blower in addition to the one that's chilling in the corner - but it's... private. nothing else feels private here.
stiles tears his eyes away from the empty rack bolted to the far wall, probably where someone use to hang things like rakes and shovels and shit. he looks at derek, almost seems a little lost for a second, like he forgot what the hell they're even here for. he blinks, nods his head a little, rubs his fingers across his forehead. he shifts his weight back and forth between his feet, just a subtle tilt back and forth and then back again.
he's anxious, but derek probably doesn't need the chemosignals to be able to tell. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I'm - fine. [ always fine. ] I just.
[ stiles wets his lips, dropping his hand from his forehead at the same time that he breathes out. this shouldn't be a big deal, isn't even that serious, but at the same time, it is, for stiles anyway. stiles looks at derek, takes a breath. ]
I need to ask you something, and you just need to say yes or no. That's it.
[ of course derek doesn't need the chemosignals to be able to tell. stiles looks like a fucking wreck.
... no, okay, he doesn't, but. look, derek's pretty tightly coiled right now, he has been since the kidnapping; he'd already made the decision to try to do what he can to make stiles' life easier, to pay him back for the pool and the sweater and the bullet, and seeing stiles worry when he's not supposed to worry, not while derek's here, it's just - it's disappointing. he's disappointed in himself.
his stomach twists and he stands taller, arms crossed over his chest, weight centered in his heels. there's just enough of a change in his expression to show that he's expecting something way worse than what stiles is actually planning on asking him. his eyebrows are up, eyes are open, jaw is set. shouldn't have said "i'm fine", stiles. "i'm fine" never means "i'm fine". ]
That's...
[ derek's not going to just promise a quick yes or no when he might need to ask for more context, more details, for whatever this is. he's ready to say as much, but at the last second, he frowns, closes his mouth again. cuts himself off.
now that he thinks about it, stiles is coming into this conversation with the same energy he brought to the meal they had together. the one with grapes and scraps of bread, not saltines and jurassic park. there's an unspoken "don't make this more humiliating for me than it already is" caveat that derek can sense thickly in the air but doesn't know what to do with, there's a plea for derek to just trust him and help him.
and, well. derek trusts him. he hasn't said as much, but he trusts him. there's a few tense seconds of silence while derek exhales and brushes his fingers through his hair, but eventually he caves. he nods, willing to hear stiles out. ]
Okay. Okay, go on. Ask.
... no, okay, he doesn't, but. look, derek's pretty tightly coiled right now, he has been since the kidnapping; he'd already made the decision to try to do what he can to make stiles' life easier, to pay him back for the pool and the sweater and the bullet, and seeing stiles worry when he's not supposed to worry, not while derek's here, it's just - it's disappointing. he's disappointed in himself.
his stomach twists and he stands taller, arms crossed over his chest, weight centered in his heels. there's just enough of a change in his expression to show that he's expecting something way worse than what stiles is actually planning on asking him. his eyebrows are up, eyes are open, jaw is set. shouldn't have said "i'm fine", stiles. "i'm fine" never means "i'm fine". ]
That's...
[ derek's not going to just promise a quick yes or no when he might need to ask for more context, more details, for whatever this is. he's ready to say as much, but at the last second, he frowns, closes his mouth again. cuts himself off.
now that he thinks about it, stiles is coming into this conversation with the same energy he brought to the meal they had together. the one with grapes and scraps of bread, not saltines and jurassic park. there's an unspoken "don't make this more humiliating for me than it already is" caveat that derek can sense thickly in the air but doesn't know what to do with, there's a plea for derek to just trust him and help him.
and, well. derek trusts him. he hasn't said as much, but he trusts him. there's a few tense seconds of silence while derek exhales and brushes his fingers through his hair, but eventually he caves. he nods, willing to hear stiles out. ]
Okay. Okay, go on. Ask.
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