stiles stilinski (hastheanswers) wrote in zombielandlogs, @ 2019-01-31 21:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | teen wolf: stiles stilinski, vampire academy: rose hathaway |
Who: Stiles and Rose
What: Bow Chicka Wow Wow
When: Bendyish
Where: Stiles' cell
Warnings: Just some alluding to sexy sexy. PS. So sorry that it smells like Thai food, Ray
The whole situation with Scott wasn’t something he was proud of. Stiles knew he should have been there for his best friend but he had taken a step back, not entirely sure knowing how to help Scott until Allison and Isaac took it upon themselves to keep Scott locked up. It was for the best, probably. Stiles felt bad that he couldn’t do anything but at the same time he was glad that Scott’s boyfriend and girlfriend had managed it. Stiles didn’t think he would have been able to take of the alpha, let alone hurt him.
What was he even doing anymore? Stiles had invested in time in learning about taking one form of energy and putting it into another source. It was kind of like magic but he learned right away it was only taking elements and making them functional by storing that power inside of gems. Rubies. Sapphires. Emeralds. Stiles had learned how to conjure them by using earth as a natural resource to house minerals. Once he had his gems he could bestow power into them...which was still something he was working on.
One of them could cause explosions. One could be used to heal. Another to unleash a torrent of water. All of the gems were housed with different energies and each one, when thrown, was supposed to “combust” and unleash whatever was inside of it. Stiles was working out the kinks and he needed to practice. He needed someone to help him.
The shift of movement at his cell door broke Stiles from his inner thoughts, his eyes lifting to see Rose standing there. He could tell that there was something wrong with her by just the look on her face. The guardian seemed...lost, almost. It made Stiles worry.
“Are you alright?” Stiles asked, his pouch of gems tossed onto the counter for the time being.
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Rose seemed lost because she was lost. Lost in her own thoughts, thoughts that were doing the guardian no good at all. If she was even a guardian anymore. It was like the rest of them took a vote without her as to what to do when it came to Lissa. They knew that Adrian was their only hope but no, the spirit user was already out of his mind and pushing him any further could have killed him. She understood that. She didn’t like it. But she understood it.
Now she knew that Lissa was out there. She knew it because Nate was trying so hard to hide those bite marks on his neck. Lissa had taken to using Nate as her personal blood bag. Rose remembered when Dimitri turned Strigoi. She remembered going after him to find him so she could end his suffering. At least, that was the plan. She remembered him capturing her, locking her up and feeding from her as she was his own blood whore. It was all a plan, really. When being fed on, the feeder experienced a feeling of euphoria. There was no better feeling in the entire world and it was addicting, to want to continue to feel it. Dimitri would visit her at least once a day only to keep her in that blissful state as a means to get her to agree to be awakened, to turn Strigoi. To want to be with him forever, powerful and vicious.
Remembering that, it was one of the reasons she hadn’t gone out looking for Lissa. It was what was holding her back. Not because she could end up a blood whore, but because she was afraid that Lissa would just kill her and not keep her around. She didn’t want to be deemed useless in Lissa’s eyes.
It was stupid, she knew it. But Rose was at her lowest at the moment. She knew she needed to find Lissa. She knew that she needed to end her suffering just like she tried to end Dimitri’s.
Rose watched Stiles for a moment before he spoke, breaking her out of whatever thought process she had. She leaned against the bars, her dark eyes on the pouch he tossed on the counter, before her eyes found him. What? Was he concerned? She didn’t know, but he actually looked like he was. Stiles had helped with Lissa already. He was a great diversion.
“Yes,” she said sarcastically. “I have to kill my best friend. What could be better than that?” She knew it wasn’t Stiles’ fault. She knew that it wasn’t anyone’s fault but Kai’s. And hers. She blamed herself too. She blamed herself because Lissa should have been either restored or staked already. Not suffering out there alone.
“When my boyfriend turned Strigoi, I flew to the other side of the world in order to stake him. Lissa’s in the same town and I can’t even leave the prison,” she grumbled and walked into his cell, seating herself on the bed. “I should just do it. The longer she’s like this, the worst it will be. I know that. But doing it, actually doing it -” She shook her head. She didn’t want to lose Lissa.
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There was a moment where Stiles’ heart sung a chorus of understanding. Rose was in an awful position that she didn’t want to be in. She had to do something that she didn’t want to do and there was nobody around to help her, to solve the issue now that it was out of hand. He hated it, honestly. Stiles felt like he was just on the sidelines of every problem that surfaced.
He didn’t help much with Lissa. He didn’t help when Scott went alpha crazy. Stiles was supposed to be the person to solved problems but now he was just pushing all those problems away from himself and focusing on his own goals. He wasn’t help and...it sucked. He didn’t want to be seen as someone who didn’t give a shit because he did.
“Is there a way to save her?” he asked, speaking softly as he regarded Rose who was struggling with this choice. Stiles wanted to help her with it but he didn’t want to help her make the wrong choice. There had to be a way to save Lissa.
“You haven’t really spoken to me about Dimitri but I know from listening that he isn’t a Strigoi anymore. Meaning that you - someone - figured out a way to turn him back. What do we need to do to turn Lissa back. Tell me how I can help you fix this?” Stiles didn’t know much about Rose - he didn’t know much about what she was besides what she could do. He knew that she was a dhampir and he knew some about moroi. Strigois were evil vampires but they didn’t have to remain that way, apparently.
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At his question Rose couldn’t help but smile. It was bitter though and she felt resentment, even if it wasn’t warranted. She was angry because it felt like everyone gave up on Lissa, everyone, including Adrian thought it was better if Adrian didn’t risk himself. She wanted to scream at them, tell them they were wrong, but were they?
Rose rarely talked about Dimitri and that was because she missed him. Maybe too much, but Rose was trying to move on. It was hard when Rose had literally done everything she could to bring him back to her.
“The only way to help save Lissa is if a silver stake is charmed with Spirit, which Adrian has. Sounds easy. The hard part is Adrian would have to stake her. Moroi aren’t trained and while we have taken the time to help him, it’s not enough. Spirit, using too much well, long story short, it screws with your mental state. Adrian, he’s …” She shrugged. Telling Stiles personal information or really anyone’s personal information wasn’t her style but she wanted him to understand.
“Adrian is bipolar. Spirit doesn’t help. They put him on meds to block it. I can’t use him to get her back. It’s over.” Her best friend was just … gone.
She looked over at him and licked her lips. “I’m trying to come to terms with that. That I’ll never see Lissa again and I want to refuse that. But I can’t.”
Rose Hathaway would have rather died than actually cry in front of someone. She didn’t cry. Instead her expression was stone. She felt numb almost.
“There’s nothing you can do. There’s nothing I can do. It’s useless.”
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Stiles felt himself frown as Rose told him that it was useless. Rose couldn’t save Lissa because she didn’t have everything that she needed. This Adrian couldn’t help her and without him it seemed pointless. Stiles wanted to tell her that he didn’t believe that it was fruitless. They could figure out another way. Stiles wanted to help her solve this but he didn’t know enough about her world to even take a step in the right direction.
“We didn’t get along in the beginning. Honestly? I thought you were really annoying. It took me a little while but I realized that...you don’t deserve any of this, Rose. You’re a good person who just wants to protect her friends and I’m sorry that you couldn’t help Lissa.” Stiles knew what it felt like to lose himself to the darkness. He felt that Lissa, in some ways, could be saved if they only had the time.
“I’m sorry,” he said, finally speaking what he felt, his hand coming so that he could take Rose’s, offering a bit of sympathy, wanting for her to not feel like she was alone in all of this because she wasn’t. Stiles wasn’t going to let her face it.
“I want to help you,” he added, his voice becoming lower as his eyes seemed to get lost into Rose’s gaze. He remember that night she had come to his cell and how awkward it was because Stiles realized that Rose wanted something. It was something he couldn’t give her but right now, body and soul, Stiles wanted to give her everything.
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Rose noticed how his voice got lower, even softer when he spoke to her and she frowned slightly, especially when he took her hand. What was he doing? Not that she didn’t like it. She did. And she hated that she was admitting that, at least to herself. Stiles wasn’t alone in that regard, she thought he was an insensitive jerk and all she wanted to do was punch him in the face. It was a long cry from the guy who was trying to comfort her right now. He was trying so hard to understand what couldn’t be understood. He was trying.
“I know you do. I believe it,” she said, looking at him, her fingers closing over his. “But this is something you can’t help with. At least not directly. I’ve been going back and forth with it for a while. Lissa means everything to me. I love her more than anyone. We’re bonded, she’s saved my life countless times. I just feel like …” She stopped there, not sure what she felt. There was just so much she could feel in this moment.
Anger, sorrow, mostly anger, but beyond that, she just felt useless. Useless to save her friend. Not even her friend. Her everything.
“I don’t think I can ever forgive myself.” She would live with it. She would wake up everyday afterward and be the best guardian she could be to the other Moroi, but there would always be a piece of her missing. And she knew that. She would never forget.
But right now, she just wished she could forget.
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Stiles knew that he wasn’t the person that she wanted. He wasn’t this Dimitri guy. He wasn’t this strong, amazing dhampir guardian. He couldn’t fill the role of Rose’s boyfriend. Stiles never expected himself to be competing with a guy who wasn’t even around and realized that he was actually thinking of himself in that kind of role. Did Stiles care? He knew that in the beginning he thought that Rose was way out of his league but here she was, sitting right next to him.
He knew that he should have told her not to worry about anything. Words couldn’t fix her problems. Stiles had a feeling that nothing would because at the end of the day Rose would have to go out there and find Lissa. It was her choice how she was going to end it all as a guardian, how to kill the one you swore to protect because that’s what a guardian did. That’s what Rose did.
Stiles waited for Rose to turn to look at him again and before he realized it he was taking a shot at the very thing she had tried that night. Stiles had only kissed a handful of girls in his short teenaged lifespan. He didn’t consider himself the best but he knew what he liked and he reached for Rose, his hands taking her face as he deepened, his mouth opening hers.
Everything fell away for at least a little while. Stiles pulled back when he felt his lungs burn and the need for air became too much. It was...good. Stiles felt the buzzing of his body as his eyes became hooded and dark, his hands still holding Rose’s face.
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Rose watched slowly how everything just changed. Not that it was unexpected. In fact, Rose had expected this to happen eventually. Ever since she met Stiles, there was a connection. Whether it was utter annoyance or friendship, back to wanting to kill eachother. Somehow, Stiles had always been exactly what she needed at the time she needed it and this time, it was no different. No, she hadn’t been with anyone else other than Dimitri. She might have gotten extremely close with Adrian, but luckily, they hadn’t taken that next step. It would have been for the wrong reasons. She was never in love with Adrian. For Rose, it was always Dimitri. But even in her heart of hearts, something was shifting.
It was scary. But that was okay. Rose didn’t mind the unknown. She tended to just jump into it.
“Stiles -” She was cut off by his lips on hers and in that instant, there was a snap that just made everything else fade away. It was almost electric how fast the two of them came together, her fingers clutching his t-shirt like a lifeline until the two of them pulled away. She was breathless and hot and right now in that moment, she just wanted to cling to this feeling that Stiles was giving her.
His hands were still on her face and she tilted her head, taking him in. From his dark eyes that were somehow darker, his hair that was somehow in a perfect mess that just fit his face and down to his lips. Just do it. Just give in. It’s okay. If she was being smart, she would have gotten up and walked away, but Rose was impulsive and jumped into danger and this was no different as she literally shifted on the bed, sitting up and climbing on top of him, straddling him and letting her lips crash against his this time. They didn’t have to define it, they didn’t have to talk about it. Right now, they just need this and that was all that mattered.
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If someone had asked him months ago if he ever saw this happening he would have laughed out loud. Girls didn’t go for someone who was shaped or looked like Stiles Stilinski. He was a skinny little twerp who stuck his nose into everyone’s business but that persona of his had faded into the background. Stiles had told Scott that he wanted to play a better role within the pack. It wasn’t even something that Stiles needed to talk about because it felt right to want to be Scott’s adviser. Who else was Scott supposed to listen to? Every pack needed an emissary.
All of his focus had been there but this, what he felt for Rose, it was like his feelings for her had slipped through the cracks and he was grasping at it now. He didn’t stop her when she straddled him, his hands falling onto her hips as he sat up, his hands moving and squeezing, his eyes closing when he felt Rose’s body shift and his beginning to react.
He didn’t stop as the clothes started to come off and luckily for Stiles, thanks to Scott, he had what he needed to go all the way because he felt like there was going to be no love if he didn’t have a glove. It was fast and needful and Stiles took it all in and jesus, he had forgotten what it felt like to be with someone like this, to feel pleasantly numb all over.
There was no way to describe how beautiful and perfect Rose was. Words couldn’t describe it, so Stiles used his body to persuade hers, their ending bringing Rose that much closer to the distraction that she desperately needed.