The raven took a shaky breath, opening brown eyes as a hand cupped her side, willing her healing to kick. “I-I’ll be alright Stiles.” she promised. “Just, just get me someplace safe so I can rest. I’ll answer any questions you have but I need to rest first.”
Your local trash nerd, sara, bringing you the other local trash nerd, stiles.
- literally ships everything. (within reason)
- probably actually stiles? (still waiting on the test results)
- canon divergent. (basically means idk what i’m doing, i just make shit up as i go along)
- i’m friendly. send me doggo pics and you’re my best friend. (actually send me any type of animal pics and you’ll be my best friend)
- never bugs for replies. (honestly it’ll probably be like a month before you even get a reply from me, unless i really like you)
- disappears for days at a time. sometimes even months? ¯_(ツ)_/¯ what am i doing with my life? no one knows.
- sarcasm 24/7. (again, probably actually stiles?)
- i can love on you
- has discord
- that is all. please like me. or pretend to. the choice is yours.
Peter looked up from his book and frowned. “Dying?” he asked, red shimmering around his pupils. “Why? What happened?” he asked, closing the book and setting it aside to get up and walk over to him.
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