Well-- [ the question obviously throws him for a loop, and stiles pauses in his gloating (the always end result of the stiles is always right game) and thinks about it, smile changing to a little bit of a perplexed look. ] I guess you're right, dude. It's kind of a losing game for the other party.
Unless you consider the alternatives of horrible, painful failure. [ snorting, he shakes his head, then levels derek with an actual look. he has yet to let go of his hand, and it adds a little bit of weight to the moment--stiles has always thought maybe, in another time, in another place, things would be a lot different between them. it always felt like they were just one step off of something great, but they could never reach that far.
eventually, derek would gain a wife, and stiles would step back as his loyal emissary, and promise not to let his stupid heart get in the way of his duties. ] What would you even want?
It's a losing game for everyone if it all falls through, so I try not to think about the alternatives of horrible, painful failure. [ Instead he'll focus on the hope that Stiles is right about how this'll go. The Yukimuras are the one thing that could kickstart the kingdom's full recovery, and would be a sign that they could foster other alliances as well. So Derek holds on to that, the same as he holds onto Stiles now.
Has been holding onto Stiles.
He meets his gaze easily, despite the weight of the moment. That chemistry is heavier than anything, and he knows. He knows it's there, and it's something he has to pretend isn't there because he's a king and Stiles is a commoner training to become a member of the court. ]
Peace and quiet, huh. [ stiles looks at him for a moment, and there's a soft smile on his face, crooked and affectionate and the kind of thing he only reserves for derek, before he snorts softly and looks away, lifting his head up to look at the canopy of the bed. ] If that's the case, you better give me a week's notice so I can pack up all my shit and get halfway across the country, or else you'll never find peace and quiet again.
[ a playful jab at himself, but kind of a true one, which is why he laughs afterwards. stiles knows he can be annoying, obnoxious, but he thinks he's got it down to an art with the king. more or less, anyway--he'd have surely been fired by now, otherwise.
still, he doesn't let go of his hand, so he might be a little hesitant in doing so--stiles hopes he wins this bet for more reasons than one.]
[ A laugh is surprised out of Derek; not a bark of a thing, as Stiles sometimes manages to startle from him, but still a laugh regardless, bright and sudden. He tips his head back as Stiles looks away, letting it leave him until it's only a soft chuckle, ending in a low chuff. ] No, I think you're quite stuck here. Someone has to keep me sane during the council meetings, because Deaton's certainly not doing the job and it's not Scott's responsibility.
[ And he would get lonely. He talks to some people, talks to Scott frequently, Isaac, Erica, Boyd. Even Stiles' father and one of the kingsguard that works under him, Parrish. But it's nothing compared to how frequently he interacts with Stiles, and how terribly he needs his emissary there.
Deaton is helping Scott, is his emissary. In training or not, Stiles has become his. And he holds onto his hand now, rather than letting him go anywhere. ]
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Unless you consider the alternatives of horrible, painful failure. [ snorting, he shakes his head, then levels derek with an actual look. he has yet to let go of his hand, and it adds a little bit of weight to the moment--stiles has always thought maybe, in another time, in another place, things would be a lot different between them. it always felt like they were just one step off of something great, but they could never reach that far.
eventually, derek would gain a wife, and stiles would step back as his loyal emissary, and promise not to let his stupid heart get in the way of his duties. ] What would you even want?
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Has been holding onto Stiles.
He meets his gaze easily, despite the weight of the moment. That chemistry is heavier than anything, and he knows. He knows it's there, and it's something he has to pretend isn't there because he's a king and Stiles is a commoner training to become a member of the court. ]
Peace and quiet. [ It's better than saying you. ]
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[ a playful jab at himself, but kind of a true one, which is why he laughs afterwards. stiles knows he can be annoying, obnoxious, but he thinks he's got it down to an art with the king. more or less, anyway--he'd have surely been fired by now, otherwise.
still, he doesn't let go of his hand, so he might be a little hesitant in doing so--stiles hopes he wins this bet for more reasons than one.]
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[ And he would get lonely. He talks to some people, talks to Scott frequently, Isaac, Erica, Boyd. Even Stiles' father and one of the kingsguard that works under him, Parrish. But it's nothing compared to how frequently he interacts with Stiles, and how terribly he needs his emissary there.
Deaton is helping Scott, is his emissary. In training or not, Stiles has become his. And he holds onto his hand now, rather than letting him go anywhere. ]