genim stilinski prefers stiles (![]() ![]() @ 2012-08-21 11:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | derek hale, stiles stilinski |
Who: Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale.
What: Stiles and Derek need to clear up a few things.
Where: The park.
When: Evening.
Rating: TBD, but not very high.
Status: In progress.
So, Derek wanted to meet in the woods, or...okay...the park, in the middle of the night to talk about feelings and pack. Or something. Not weird at all. No, really. It wasn't weird at all. The day Derek Hale did something the normal way was the day the Earth actually imploded. Stiles had half expected him to find, like, an actual Batcave or something, just for the purpose of having a suitably dramatic spot for their talk. Seriously, people. His last two homes had been a burned out house where his entire family had died, and an abandoned train in an equally abandoned train depot. Subtlety wasn't exactly his alpha's strong suit. Stiles wasn't entirely convinced Derek wasn't going to move the whole pack to a clocktower and give them vigilante costumes and code names. Because that's what dark and broody guys fueled by angst and manpain did, right? Or maybe he'd been reading too many costumes lately. At this point though, he considered it research, since that was the way his life was inevitably heading.
He was waiting in the park when Derek got there, sitting in a tree because...why not. He heard the alpha long before he saw him and jumped down to meet him when he got there. It was weird, and maybe a little pathetic, how much better he felt with his alpha around. Well...not his alpha, but still. "Couldn't find an abandoned amusement park or disused warehouse?" he asked conversationally. It was weird, just the two of them here. He'd become rather used to Erica, Isaac and Boyd and their special brand of lovable stupidity. He'd even gotten used to Erica's attempts to get in his pants. "It's weird," he said. "Even though I know they're not here, I keep waiting for the rest of the Boxcar Children to show up." He paused, remembering his own version of Derek's reaction when he'd first called the pack by that nickname. "They're these books, about these kids who live in a boxcar...you can see why it's appropriate." He looked up at the sky. "So...we have stuff to talk about?"