Post by Deleted on May 18, 2013 15:36:03 GMT -5
It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg.
The tip of the iceberg.
Stiles didn’t know why he was out in the forest. Alone. At dusk. Did he mention he was alone? And that it was eerily quiet? Or that he kept seeing shapes out of the corners of his eyes? No? Well, now you know. He shook his head and shoved his hands in his pockets, only to pull them out moments later, tapping on hand on his thigh while the other hand beat out an according rhythm with his fingers. Of course, realizing how loud that would be, he stopped, only to step on a large stick and trip over his own feet in the next few steps, sending him tumbling to the ground with a loud thump. ”Great, Stiles. Not only are you talking to yourself, you also just managed to alert any werewolves around to your presence. Not to mention whatever else is going bump in the night.” he grumbled, getting to his feet and brushing himself off.
He did mention he was freaked out, right? But, as he always sought to prove, he wasn’t a coward, and as many times as he proved himself wrong, he still went back out there to try again. Besides, he did, in fact, have a reason for being out this late at night. One, his dad was finally conked out on the sofa after a long shift, so he didn’t have to worry about when his dad was coming home, two, he did find he liked the time before the sun setting/rising and being up/down. It was calming. The calm before the storm. Anyways, and his third reason was one of the most common he ever had. Research. He’d found a book on lore about werewolves, and the book claimed that certain herbs helped bolster immunity against mountain ash or wolfsbane, which he highly doubted was true, but hey, why not try it. It gave him a chance to conduct (torture) an experiment on one of his friends.
Maybe he could even get Derek to do it. A decidedly mischievous grin crossed his face before he looked around and shrug. ”Well, hey, already alerted everyone to where I am, might as well go out in style.” He dragged the word out before breaking out into song, undoubtedly butchering the lines of Lady Gaga’s Paparazzi. Don’t ask him why he had that song stuck in his head, just that he did, and well, maybe it would annoy anyone else so much that they’d steer clear of him. Yup, that was what would happen. He rummaged around on the ground with his feet, shuffling the decomposing leaves out of the way even as he wasn’t entirely sure what he was looking for.
So he plopped his butt onto the ground, praying that it wasn’t damp, and pulled the book out of his backpack. It was musty, more than a little old (probably older than his dad), and opened it up to the page he’d bookmarked. Of course, since the book was written in the days before there were such things as the amazing computer, there were no digital pictures, only hand drawn ones that looked poor at best, and more like a five year old child drew a tree and then mixed some drool in. ”Great, so now I don’t put enough research into it as usual, and guess what Stiles. I think I just heard something out there, again. Yay me. Love my life.” He mumbled, rifling through the book.
NOTES :: Lol, let the banter begin.
MUSIC :: None.
WORDS :: 580
TAGS :: Derek Hale;
The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.
The thunder before the lightning.
The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?
Have you ever felt this way?