Re: Quicklog: Scott/Stiles/Bobby
Oh Scott. [Stiles' voice was soft and almost a caress--not Stiles at all. Not frenetic enough, quick enough. There weren't enough edges to his syllables. Stiles always tripped over his syllables. The nogitsune didn't. His voice was like honey.] You don't know foxes very much. There are other kinds. But you would only know your little one that you keep at home. [When he smiled, his lips were tinged blue by the ice, and his eyes were dark and lifeless.]
And you might think the other way around. I am the one holding the cards. I'm the one that has your friend. [He quirked one brow and the smile became self-satisfied and deep. Carved edged of his teeth showed under the edge of his mouth. His skin was almost translucent. Wetting his lips with a dry tongue, he tipped his soft chin down over his throat to get a better look at the werewolf.]
It's just him and me in here. [Soft, so soft.] And I'm not going to make it easy.