[ There is something so horribly wrong with the slow, easy movements of the nogitsune in his body, muting Stiles who is all loud movements and gesticulation, hands building what his mind creates and his mouth puts into action. The color in his eyes even seems stiller for the presence of the fox in him, and his own scan his face.
People say Derek Hale isn't expressive. They just never manage to strike a cord in him.
It's happened now, though, and the anger and grief and guilt all burn under the surface of his skin, hot like wildfire. Every part of him wants to rip and tear, but he can't. Not when it would hurt Stiles. ] Foxes like you get hunted down. Skinned.
[ Blues burning brighter as he talks about Scott, but he doesn't resist being pinned as he stares him down, fingers flexing with the squeeze but blood thrumming beneath Stiles' touch.
But then his hands fist tightly, entire body bristling. He doesn't want to hear this, doesn't want to know, doesn't want to think about what Stiles is saying or why he's fighting as hard as he is. ]
You gonna skin me like this, is that what it is? Make a pretty little pelt for your burnt out house? [ He's practically sneering now, and the nogitsune practically watches the expression on his face like he's hungry, curling his fingers into his fists even tighter. He can literally see what's effecting him, watches when he brings up Scott, even more so when he gets to his stupid host.
He really doesn't know. He has no idea.
The nogitsune clucks his tongue, shaking his head, and leans in a little more, a little bit of sadistic wonder coloring his tone. He's thrilled with this new discovery. ] Oh, Derek, he likes you.
[ Stiles makes an agonized noise and he hears it, and the nogitsune can't stop it now, grin going shit eating as he flicks his gaze up and down Derek for a second. ] I can't tell you why, but oh, he does.
I'm going to get you out of him. [ Words coming out in a growl but slow, measured, Derek takes a moment to wish he actually knew more about kitsune, about the types they came in. Something more that could help them, could help Stiles. There's nothing he can do here, not really and not without hurting Stiles or getting himself killed.
But in the end, it's another case of knowing the stakes: his life for another's, if it comes down to it.
Fire has swept away the physical proof of his crimes but left a memorial. Blood has faded but left his hands stained. But if he could do one good thing, one last attempt to do something right, he hopes it's this.
Head bowing in, despite the way he knows his features give everything away, he angles his head the slightest bit. A predator trapped, but not afraid. Not for himself, anyways. ]
I don't care what it takes. You're going to give him back. [ And that revelation has sunken into his very bones, only to fuel the burning need to get the fox out of the teen's skin. Whatever Stiles sees in him, for whatever reason, he can't let him down. ]
Big talk, from a small beta. Are you going to hurt us? [ The nogitsune cocks his head a little, even when Derek leans in towards him, amusement dancing on his face in a way that's absolutely undeniable.
It gets better as he keeps talking, and honestly, the nogitsune lives off of this. He keeps his hands still, squeezing his wrists, until he can shove upwards and get a hand of his own free, wrapping Stiles' long fingers around the the skin of both of Derek's wrists, so he can rest his free hand on his face. ]
What if he's not there anymore? [ His tone is measured and even, but his smile suddenly breaks, wide and manic. ] He's dying, you know. We're killing him, and if we don't, then the kitsune will first. She has no mercy for us.
But she has not killed us yet. [ The nogitsune squeezes, tilts his head in and knits his eyebrows together as he grips at Derek's jaw, now ] And she won't, not when you are going to help us keep surviving. You have suffered so much, haven't you? You killed your family. A girl. She was important, wasn't she? Maybe killing [ And he hits the "t" hard for emphasis. ] Stiles will give you a pattern.
[ Peter and the nogitsune can say what they want, about his status as a beta. It could be true-- Derek is just a beta, barely tucked in Scott's pack but there regardless, and at the surface he's no longer as powerful as he'd been as an alpha. Even with only Cora directly in his pack, with Scott and Isaac at the edges, Peter lurking at every corner, he'd been technically stronger.
But it doesn't change tenacity. Doesn't change that, certainly, he's suffered enough to sustain a nogitsune for a long, long time but he's gotten up time and again. Has fought just to buy time, even if it meant that he could've died. And even if his jaw clenches as his face is gripped by familiar fingers, ones that have held him up to keep him alive, pulled him back to his feet, made him safe for but a moment, his eyes stay hard and focused on his face. ]
You'll die. [ Simple as that, even if it means that Derek will die with the fox in the boy's skin. Because Stiles is important to Scott, important to him, and he's not about to let the nogitsune get away with possessing him.
He thinks of Kira, how little she knows about herself, what she is. Thinks about how easy it would be for the nogitsune to kill a kitsune that's still learning, barely more than a kit to something old like this. ] Stiles? Stiles won't. Not if he can find that thread, somewhere in you. The piece of you that used to be a kitsune.
If he can't find it, she will. And she'll rip you out of him by it, and I'll tear you apart. Until there's nothing left.
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People say Derek Hale isn't expressive. They just never manage to strike a cord in him.
It's happened now, though, and the anger and grief and guilt all burn under the surface of his skin, hot like wildfire. Every part of him wants to rip and tear, but he can't. Not when it would hurt Stiles. ] Foxes like you get hunted down. Skinned.
[ Blues burning brighter as he talks about Scott, but he doesn't resist being pinned as he stares him down, fingers flexing with the squeeze but blood thrumming beneath Stiles' touch.
But then his hands fist tightly, entire body bristling. He doesn't want to hear this, doesn't want to know, doesn't want to think about what Stiles is saying or why he's fighting as hard as he is. ]
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He really doesn't know. He has no idea.
The nogitsune clucks his tongue, shaking his head, and leans in a little more, a little bit of sadistic wonder coloring his tone. He's thrilled with this new discovery. ] Oh, Derek, he likes you.
[ Stiles makes an agonized noise and he hears it, and the nogitsune can't stop it now, grin going shit eating as he flicks his gaze up and down Derek for a second. ] I can't tell you why, but oh, he does.
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But in the end, it's another case of knowing the stakes: his life for another's, if it comes down to it.
Fire has swept away the physical proof of his crimes but left a memorial. Blood has faded but left his hands stained. But if he could do one good thing, one last attempt to do something right, he hopes it's this.
Head bowing in, despite the way he knows his features give everything away, he angles his head the slightest bit. A predator trapped, but not afraid. Not for himself, anyways. ]
I don't care what it takes. You're going to give him back. [ And that revelation has sunken into his very bones, only to fuel the burning need to get the fox out of the teen's skin. Whatever Stiles sees in him, for whatever reason, he can't let him down. ]
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It gets better as he keeps talking, and honestly, the nogitsune lives off of this. He keeps his hands still, squeezing his wrists, until he can shove upwards and get a hand of his own free, wrapping Stiles' long fingers around the the skin of both of Derek's wrists, so he can rest his free hand on his face. ]
What if he's not there anymore? [ His tone is measured and even, but his smile suddenly breaks, wide and manic. ] He's dying, you know. We're killing him, and if we don't, then the kitsune will first. She has no mercy for us.
But she has not killed us yet. [ The nogitsune squeezes, tilts his head in and knits his eyebrows together as he grips at Derek's jaw, now ] And she won't, not when you are going to help us keep surviving. You have suffered so much, haven't you? You killed your family. A girl. She was important, wasn't she? Maybe killing [ And he hits the "t" hard for emphasis. ] Stiles will give you a pattern.
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But it doesn't change tenacity. Doesn't change that, certainly, he's suffered enough to sustain a nogitsune for a long, long time but he's gotten up time and again. Has fought just to buy time, even if it meant that he could've died. And even if his jaw clenches as his face is gripped by familiar fingers, ones that have held him up to keep him alive, pulled him back to his feet, made him safe for but a moment, his eyes stay hard and focused on his face. ]
You'll die. [ Simple as that, even if it means that Derek will die with the fox in the boy's skin. Because Stiles is important to Scott, important to him, and he's not about to let the nogitsune get away with possessing him.
He thinks of Kira, how little she knows about herself, what she is. Thinks about how easy it would be for the nogitsune to kill a kitsune that's still learning, barely more than a kit to something old like this. ] Stiles? Stiles won't. Not if he can find that thread, somewhere in you. The piece of you that used to be a kitsune.
If he can't find it, she will. And she'll rip you out of him by it, and I'll tear you apart. Until there's nothing left.