Stiles Stilinski [Teen Wolf] (fragilebones) wrote in oldcityacademy, @ 2016-02-16 13:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !gdoc, !log, malia tate (cantgetwarm), stiles stilinski (fragilebones) |
Who: Malia Tate and Stiles Stilinski
What: Stiles needs to freak out
Where: Malia's room
Where: Tuesday evening, after this
Warnings: Stiles is having a melt down
Status: Closed, Ongoing. Started in Gdocs, continuing in comments.
Malia was pacing her room. She didn’t really know what was going on and she wasn’t really sure of how she was going to handle this place anyways. She sighed as she sat down finally and flipped open her notebook. She didn’t let anyone see it because it was full of child-like handwriting and highlighted notes. She was keeping track of the things she knew and what she didn’t here. t was a very long list of things she didn’t know. She huffed and tossed the highlighter in the binding of the notebook and flumped backwards on her bed. This place was giving her a migraine and she really didnt’ even care. Except she’d promised both Stiles and Mr Argent she’d work her butt off to learn and catch up.
Her head came up, though, as she smelled Stiles coming, a smile on her lips. Stiles always made it better.
**
Stiles had a natural inclination toward anxiety. His mother’s illness and eventual death had affected him deeply, and he’d never really fully recovered. Anxiety hormones hovered around him, but after the conversation with Derek, Isaac, and Chris, waves of anxiety washed over him so thick he felt like he couldn’t breathe.
He’d held it together, for the most part, during the conversation about how to rescue Allison, but he was a raging mess of nerves and apprehension on the inside. As he approached Malia’s door, the wall he had put up around himself came crashing down like a levy breaking open from the force of the water behind it. The allegory wasn’t lost on Stiles.
He said nothing, there were no words, only a raw need to feel Malia’s arms around. Him. He held his arms open to her, his eyes focused on her to keep himself on his feet. Because if he wavered, even the slightest bit, he knew his face would rush down to the floor.
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She could smell the anxiety wafting off him like almost visible wave. It didn't take her long to make her way over to him as he opened her door. Once he did the scent was overwhelming.
Malia pulled him into her arms and sank to the floor to be able to better hold him. She wrapped her frame around him, holding him to her and trying to get his heart rate back down.
She ran her fingers over his arms, trying to comfort him. She didn't know how but she was trying.
***
She had a way of comforting him when he was upset. It took several minutes, he wasn’t even sure how long he just let himself take refuge in her arms. His heart rate slowed in time, but it would take a long while before he’d be able to breath normally again.
“Derek talked to Deaton,” he finally said. His voice cracked like a pubescent teenager. He shifted, and tilted his head to look up at her face. The position was awkward, but not terribly uncomfortable. He didn’t want to move too much and break the circle of her arms around him. “He said I have to go back under, like we did for the sacrifice, and that I should be able to bring her back that way.”
He had told Malia about the water sacrifice to save his dad, that Allison had gone under to save her dad, and Scott had gone to save his mom. He’d told her everything, about how dying that way had opened a door inside him, and how the nogitsune had preyed on that weakness in order to torment, and eventually possess him. Of course she knew about that, she had joined the fight against the nogitsune after she’d been released from Eichen House.
***
Malia Shifted so she could hold him and he could look at her without straining. She didn't move until he started to settle down, though, patient as could be.
Then he spoke. Her look darkened. “Oh no. Not again.” She scowled at him but she sighed softly. “No, of course you will. You can't leave her like that. Alright. When?” She was worried but she knew he'd be okay because she was there.
That had to be enough.
***
“Tomorrow.” Stiles reached up with a hand to cover his face. He would do it, he knew he couldn’t say no. He had to do it. For Allison, despite his own fears. It wasn’t even that he was afraid of the water, he wasn’t afraid of the dying. He was terrified of reopening the door in his mind that had allowed the nogitsune to get in.
“I need you there,” he told her. He turned his hand up to her face, fingers tracing the line of her jaw. “Isaac has to be the tether to get to Allison, but I need you there for when it’s done. When I comeback.”
***