[ okay, scratch kind of nice. this is perfect. if stiles ignores peter breathing down his neck, he could pretend everything was just right. but this whole fantasy of humans and werewolves was delusional, and the realist part of him knew it was, knew it had to be.
(still, he's pretty content to live in delusion a little while longer.) stiles winks, holding up a finger and speaking very matter of factly. ] Delinquency is a gift, you know. We're the ones who know how to cause the most trouble and get in the least.
[ of course, then the cold hits again and he buries his hands back in the furs; in doing so, he ends up just dropping one to rest comfortably on derek's ridiculously warm thigh instead, still curled up against him like a little human burr. ] Done. I'll just let her know it's your fault, but I guided you to the light.
Except you're constantly getting into trouble. Just not with my mother, or at least not in a way that she finds problematic. [ Which just says something about Talia Hale, he thinks, and her stance on people important to her children. At least the ones that mean no harm, though Derek tries not to let that bitter thought linger with him for long. Not when Stiles is a warm burr attached to him.
The hand on his thigh hardly bothers him, and he just tilts his head a little against the top of Stiles', letting out a soft hum in response. How he got so stupidly charmed by Stiles, he's never going to figure out, but it happened and here they are. ]
Thanks, I appreciate it. [ Tone dry, he keeps his face angled so that his smile doesn't show. ]
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(still, he's pretty content to live in delusion a little while longer.) stiles winks, holding up a finger and speaking very matter of factly. ] Delinquency is a gift, you know. We're the ones who know how to cause the most trouble and get in the least.
[ of course, then the cold hits again and he buries his hands back in the furs; in doing so, he ends up just dropping one to rest comfortably on derek's ridiculously warm thigh instead, still curled up against him like a little human burr. ] Done. I'll just let her know it's your fault, but I guided you to the light.
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The hand on his thigh hardly bothers him, and he just tilts his head a little against the top of Stiles', letting out a soft hum in response. How he got so stupidly charmed by Stiles, he's never going to figure out, but it happened and here they are. ]
Thanks, I appreciate it. [ Tone dry, he keeps his face angled so that his smile doesn't show. ]