Stiles Stilinski (
voluntaryapnea) wrote2015-02-18 02:06 pm
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Entry tags:
- breach: jaeger shots,
- bucky barnes,
- bucky has a phd in psychology,
- dean winchester,
- emotional tether,
- i have more experience with banshees,
- liam dunbar,
- like the sun came out,
- literally an ied,
- lydia martin,
- my inmate started the actual apocalypse,
- not just a girl,
- nothing in this world i wouldn't do,
- scott mccall,
- steve rogers,
- you still got me
24. We're falling apart and we're coming together again and again.
[Open Action Spam]
[After leaving Scott's room, Stiles makes his way toward the stairs. He's relieved as hell that Scott is awake again, that he seems to be fine. Just as nearly everyone had told him. But now he has other people he needs to check on. Lydia, Dean, Kira, Liam, Allison, Isaac, Bucky, Steve, Jean. His people. They're growing in numbers, expanding a little bit at a time. For a guy who'd once thought himself virtually incapable of caring about anyone besides his dad, Scott, and Lydia, he's come a long way.
He heads for Dean's room first, mostly because they'd been in the midst of a battle with a horrifyingly large kaiju before getting pulled back to the Barge, and he wants to make sure his inmate is okay. He still feels a little disoriented by all of it. More so than most of these kinds of events tend to leave him.
He can be found heading toward any of their rooms, also at the cafeteria to grab something to eat, and then heading back to his own room on the seventh floor.]
[Private to Scott]
[He's slept a bit since he saw Scott earlier, but he still looks a little tired. He also looks a little nervous.]
I have a question.
[Spam for Lydia]
[Everything is already set up in the enclosure, ready to go. Now he just has to get her to go with him. He's chewing his thumbnail as he heads toward her room, and knocks lightly on the door. It's late but not super late. Not late enough that he's worried she'll be asleep. He stands and waits, heart beating quickly in his chest.]
[After leaving Scott's room, Stiles makes his way toward the stairs. He's relieved as hell that Scott is awake again, that he seems to be fine. Just as nearly everyone had told him. But now he has other people he needs to check on. Lydia, Dean, Kira, Liam, Allison, Isaac, Bucky, Steve, Jean. His people. They're growing in numbers, expanding a little bit at a time. For a guy who'd once thought himself virtually incapable of caring about anyone besides his dad, Scott, and Lydia, he's come a long way.
He heads for Dean's room first, mostly because they'd been in the midst of a battle with a horrifyingly large kaiju before getting pulled back to the Barge, and he wants to make sure his inmate is okay. He still feels a little disoriented by all of it. More so than most of these kinds of events tend to leave him.
He can be found heading toward any of their rooms, also at the cafeteria to grab something to eat, and then heading back to his own room on the seventh floor.]
[Private to Scott]
[He's slept a bit since he saw Scott earlier, but he still looks a little tired. He also looks a little nervous.]
I have a question.
[Spam for Lydia]
[Everything is already set up in the enclosure, ready to go. Now he just has to get her to go with him. He's chewing his thumbnail as he heads toward her room, and knocks lightly on the door. It's late but not super late. Not late enough that he's worried she'll be asleep. He stands and waits, heart beating quickly in his chest.]
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[He laughs softly.]
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I don't think it takes much, though. You'd think a werewolf would be more graceful than that.
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He's graceful at lacrosse, I guess. Toss in a set of blades and he's a hot mess.
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[Lydia leans closer and presses a kiss to his cheek before pulling away a little.]
C'mon, show me what you can do. [And maybe there's a hint of teasing, and a hint of flirting to her tone. She's been behaving so far? And then she skates backwards slowly, away from him.]
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[His voice is light, joking, but he watches her skate backwards away from him and he smiles, cheeks already pink from the cold. He pushes off with his left foot and skates toward her.]
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[With a grin, she turns away from him and skates forward for a second, to pick up speed. She really misses ice skating. And then she picks up her right foot, spinning on her left one for a moment before stopping abruptly, but with precision, as she turns to face him again.]
What you can do.
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Just the regular stuff. Nothing fancy for Stiles.
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Once he stops, she skates over to him and holds her hands out.]
I can teach you. You already know the basics. [And she doesn't mean just with skating Stiles.]
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He reaches out and takes her hands, eyebrows shooting up at her words, because he definitely doesn't miss the double entendre.]
Uh. [His throat suddenly feels completely dry.]
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You okay? [She smiles softly, cocking her head as she steps closer.]
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[He links their fingers together.]
All right. Show me fancy ice skating.
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But a second later, she tugs on his hand and skates backward.]
Start with the basic turn?
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Lead the way. [He smiles softly.
There isn't anywhere he wouldn't follow her.]