me: i’m high, i wanna do something brain: let’s paint stiles me: stiles? brain: void!stiles me: void!stiles is the best stiles brain: correct me: but i’m not good at painting- brain: shh, you’re high, you don’t care me: k
Everything about this creature set Derek on edge. That stolen face, so like and so unlike Stiles’ face. Those ancient eyes, burning with a cold fury that Stiles’ own could never hold. All this shadow served to do was highlight the thousand little things Derek loved about Stiles; all the things that didn’t exist in the void of the demon’s eyes.
“You think you’re unstoppable?” Derek growled. “You’re an infection. And I’m not leaving until he’s cured of you.”
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