[ He pulls back a bit behind Stiles, huffing out faint amusement but otherwise not commenting. There's also nothing more, as he follows after him in relative silence. They need to collect the beast from the woods, but Derek is far more interested in sleep than the idea of surveying the body of a minotaur that broke and fractured a good number of bones and tried to go after Stiles.
It means he can focus on stiles, on the fact that he's safe now. Yes, they'll be sharing a bed, but nothing is going to come of it. Not unless he's the one to initiate it, and it's not going to happen. Tonight, anyways. Stiles respects him far more than either of his past owners did.
Sneaking after him and into the room, he surveys it in a different light than he has in the past. But then he immediately moves to the bed, and flops forward right onto it. ]
[ stiles snorts out loud when derek flops forward on the bed, and a rush of affection surges up in his chest for his gladiator, his advisor, one of his closest friends. stiles wouldn't have pictured things ending up like this when he first threw his token into the ring, but he's never been happier for it.
shuffling out of his sandals, stiles clicks the door shut and makes his way across the room, settling in a seated position at the head of the bed instead. his hands automatically find derek's hair, carding through soft, still wet strands with care and affection and a certain kind of warmth.
who knows where things will go from here? stiles doesn't, and he doesn't plan on thinking about it too much. betrothals, weddings; none of it matters, not here, not right now. ] That usually means you take half the bed. [ jokingly: ] Were you raised by wolves?
Yes. [ Derek muffles it against Stiles' hip as she shifts closer to him, the moment he feels his fingers sliding through his hair in a familiar motion. He hasn't the foggiest idea of where his sandals have gone off to, and his clothes are loose and damp and he would feel more comfortable shedding them, but he doesn't feel the energy to do it.
Especially not with Stiles touching him, stroking his head the way he is. It's such a soothing gesture to him, has been since he was young, and he immediately relaxes. ]
My mother said I spent more time as a wolf than a boy, when I learned how to shift forms. [ The words come after a moment of silence, like he's respecting the memory before he shares it. And it's easy, to share it. There's no one else he would want to share these memories with, anyways, because there's no one else that matters to him the way that Stiles does.
He shifts, putting his weight into his shoulder so he can look up at him. ]
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It means he can focus on stiles, on the fact that he's safe now. Yes, they'll be sharing a bed, but nothing is going to come of it. Not unless he's the one to initiate it, and it's not going to happen. Tonight, anyways. Stiles respects him far more than either of his past owners did.
Sneaking after him and into the room, he surveys it in a different light than he has in the past. But then he immediately moves to the bed, and flops forward right onto it. ]
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shuffling out of his sandals, stiles clicks the door shut and makes his way across the room, settling in a seated position at the head of the bed instead. his hands automatically find derek's hair, carding through soft, still wet strands with care and affection and a certain kind of warmth.
who knows where things will go from here? stiles doesn't, and he doesn't plan on thinking about it too much. betrothals, weddings; none of it matters, not here, not right now. ] That usually means you take half the bed. [ jokingly: ] Were you raised by wolves?
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Especially not with Stiles touching him, stroking his head the way he is. It's such a soothing gesture to him, has been since he was young, and he immediately relaxes. ]
My mother said I spent more time as a wolf than a boy, when I learned how to shift forms. [ The words come after a moment of silence, like he's respecting the memory before he shares it. And it's easy, to share it. There's no one else he would want to share these memories with, anyways, because there's no one else that matters to him the way that Stiles does.
He shifts, putting his weight into his shoulder so he can look up at him. ]