Re: Quicklog: Scott/Stiles/Bobby
[The nogitsune was on a shorter, thinner thread than it seemed, and right in that second, his face spasmed, and it became visible. The dark eyes, set so far back in Stiles' fevered face, bulged with black-lidded anger. It was never more clear that Stiles was not home, and that this was an entirely different creature. He quivered with so much emotion, that the darkness gathered in around them both. Whether it was rage or fear--this was a new question.
The foreign voice screamed and rage made it hoarse and ugly. The ice surrounding him gave a splitting crack. ]
I will kill him. I will take his soul and shred it into so many RAW, BLOODY PIECES that his brain is going to come out his ears! Do you want to hear it? I will let you. I will show you him dying, you stupid little child.
[The alien dark eyes closed, and he lifted his chin to the ceiling, suddenly silent. And his face changed. A hundred small muscles relaxed around his eyes and mouth, and fatigue replaced hatred. A nervous little twitch of his chin was first, a movement of his head that caused a flop of dark hair that was something out of their childhood. His mouth worked a little nervously from side to side. His eyes opened, tired, scared.] Scott?