Who: Stiles Stilinski What: Making a bit of a change. Where: Van Nuys, California. When: Today. Rating: Mediumish. Status: Complete!
The worst part about knowing the future was trying to come to terms with the fact that he might really be unable to change it. It wasn’t something he’d fully accepted yet but he was starting to lose a little bit of the hope he had about the situation. The witch he’d met with in Van Nuys the day before had warned him about trying to change things that were destined to happen. That had been the end of their meeting on his part. He wasn’t going to sit and listen to anyone who was going to preach about fate or destiny when it came to him getting possessed and killing and injuring dozens of people.
He wasn’t going to listen to people talk about how one of his closest friends -- his best friend’s soul mate -- was supposed to die because of him. How was he supposed to just be okay with that?
All it did was make him angrier than he already was. And he didn’t know how to handle that kind of anger. He’d never known how to handle that kind of anger.
Stiles had thought about approaching Crowley again. But Crowley had shot him down the last time he’d tried to deal with him to bring Allison back after the big battle in December, that he wasn’t sure it was worth his time. Not when there were still other avenues to be explored. Other possible channels to go through.
Tomorrow he’d hop on the bus and head to Memphis to meet with a fairy he’d contacted two days before. Truthfully he was a little nervous about that. He knew about the fairies from his world from the wish bauble, but he wasn’t sure how the ones in this world operated. And he was more worried about asking anyone native to this world about it because it would be too easy for word to get back to Scott.
God, he hated keeping things from Scott. He’d never kept secrets from him before, aside from the one he’d kept about why his dad had left. It made him feel sick to his stomach, the way most things these days did. Between that and the guilt and the fear and the anger, he felt like his chest had been hollowed out. Like there was just nothing left of the person he used to be.
But maybe that wasn’t so bad. Maybe the reason he ended up possessed was because he was weak. Maybe it was why the nogitsune had targeted him. Had used him against every person he cared about. The thought made him want to claw his way out of his own skin.
And that led him to the entrance of Rich Ink Tattoo that evening. He hated needles. Hated them. Every time he looked at one all he could see was the needles the doctors and nurses used to use on his mom when she was in the hospital. But he forced himself to take a deep breath, clutching onto a copy of the anti-possession tattoo drawing.
He wasn’t going to get possessed again here. Not if there was something he could do about it, and there was. It felt weird walking into a tattoo shop without Scott because the only time he’d ever set foot in one before had been when Scott had gotten his. It seemed like a lifetime ago now.
He was mildly terrified, but he was going to swallow the fear. He was going to man up for once in his life, and he was going to face his demons, no matter how much it hurt.