Chris looked up and smiled, reaching to pull Stiles close to him. “You miss him, too.” he added, running a hand through dark hair and leaning to rest his forehead on the younger man’s. “We just didn’t get a lot of time with him. We have to get through this together. I’m just…tired of everyone I love dying around me.”
Chris gave a pained laugh. “I’ve had worse, Sophie.” he told the girl, cocking his gun again and motioning his head behind them. “Get to the car.”
@beautifulxdangerous [pretend the crossbow is a gun for me, I’m too lazy togo through alllll my JR gifs]
Kyo looked up from where he was finishing the design he’d been requested for a new piece of ink. “Seth, do these pick up lines really work?” He asked, arching a brow.
The demigod smirked at her as he sat on a stone bench near among the mossuleums. “Ive never been called a fool, bit I can stir up some trouble.” He mused, offering her a shot glass. “I came to pay respects.”
Alizair actually barked out a laugh, taking a drink. “Not a cat person myself, honestly.” The wolf mused. “But being in New Orleans again has been nice. Seen some change in the last few years.”
“If I wasn’t, I might hurt you. We both know my dad wouldn’t exactly like his best soldier hurt, espeially by heir to the title.” Malia smirked, tossing hair over her shoulder.
“Besides, the bite will hurt a helluva lot more if you’re not strong enough to take it.” She knew Peter had offered it to the male despite it being kept relatively under wraps, and she was intrigued. Her father offering to turn someone was an offer very few ever received.
Random headcanon for;; M. Stiilinski [”Stiles”]
“But I just got here.” Peter replied. “And I brought your favorite. What’s wrong?”
@sarcasmtm [this is late, I’m sorry honey!]
My wall? You mean my posters? The big one is Star Wars [Leia to be precise],
next to it is a Wonder Woman fan art from Comic Con last year, then beside it is another fanart of Hawkeye/Green Arrow. The framed thing under the Leia poster is an anime caricature of me as Bucky and the hat on my headboard is a custom Hawkeye hat. XD I got all of that from Comic Con last year, as well as plenty of pictures and other memorabilia. For a first Comic Con experience, it was great. I wish I could go this year, too.
Peter had been trying to get Stiles to answer him for days, and so had Derek. The three of them had been in an odd situation that worked; the two wolves entirely enraptured and protective of the one human who didn’t look at them like a threat. Hearing the voice, he sighed. “I wasn’t aware, but thank you. I will take care of it.” he promised, sighing and going to find Derek, who was having a tense conversation with Scott. “Scott, get out of my house and the next time I find you here without my permission, you’ll have a lot more to answer for than Stiles’ going missing.”
“Missing?” Derek asked, frowning as Scott left, waiting until the motorcycle was far enough Scott couldn’t hear them. “Where would he go? HE’s always here these days.”
“My guess is he’s gone to our cabin, the fight with Scott did a lot of damage to him.” Peter said. “Come on, we can get there before nightfall.” he replied, leading the way to the cabin where the three of them had decided to be together. An hour later, Peter came up to the cabin, Derek at his side as they shifted back and walked inside.
“Stiles?” Derek called first.
“Stiles, love, it’s only us.” Peter assured, walking to the bedroom and knocking. “Is it okay to come in?”
@lostshieldandhammer [hope this is good, love!]
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