Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Wednesday Words

from Moon Fever (a Teen Wolf fanfic)...
"He doesn't know you well enough to hate you," she said, picking through the curtain display.
"Which makes it even worse. Am I that revolting of a person? You'd tell me if I was, wouldn't you?"
"Take this," she said, handing him a package of gauzy curtains.
"Lydiaaaaa," he whined. Even he couldn't call it anything other than whining. All he could think about was Derek fucking Hale and why the guy seemed to despise him so much and Lydia was seriously not helping with her perfect hair and complete indifference.
"You're being a child and I'm not answering stupid questions."
"You're supposed to be my friend and comfort me and tell me how wonderful I am and how lucky any guy would be to have me," Stiles pointed out, shooting her an insincere glare from over the mound of stuff in his arms.
"No, that's what Scott is for. So whine to him over your pizza and video games, or whatever it is the two of you do all the time."
"Actually we paint our nails and talk about guys."
"Well, I'd believe it of you anyways."

from The Necromancer's Daughter...
When I woke up again it was alone, the blankets wrapped around me like a cocoon as sunlight streamed through the curtain-less window. Sleep clung to my eyelids and I had to sit up and blink several times to keep myself from burying my head back in the pillow and ignoring the world. If I had been in my own house and in my own bed I would have. I’d have lain in bed for days. But if I’d been at home, none of this ever would have happened.
The reality of the day before hit me and I reached for the vial of salt around my neck. It was still tucked under my shirt and I clutched it, taking a deep breath. There was no death in this room, nothing to make my insides twist and writhe against the salt’s constraint. 
I stood and stretched. My body still ached but not nearly as bad as the night before. I didn’t know how long I had slept but it had clearly done me some good –not that sleeping for several hours whenever my magic decided to act up was practical. I was contemplating way to carry more salt on me when Nikandros opened the door carrying a tray.  
“I brought you breakfast,” he said, setting the tray down on the nightstand. On it was a bowl of oatmeal and a mug of black coffee, both still steaming. My stomach growled at the smell and Nik laughed. 
“Well I’m glad you can eat,” he said while I shoveled the oatmeal into my mouth. I was starving, which probably had something to do with the fact that I had wretched up everything that had been in my stomach hours before. I took a sip of the coffee as he continued.  
“You slept a long time, and thrashed a lot at first, but you calmed down sometime around midnight. How do you feel?”  
I swallowed my food and took a breath, flicking my gaze to his and then around the room. “Better.”  
He nodded, leaning against the wall a few feet away.  
“Thank you,” I said, looking more at my feet than at him. “For taking care of me.” 

Thanks for reading lovelies.



  1. Loving all of this so much. Stiles whining at Lydia is my headcanon for always, and I love the world building going on in TND. Ace writing babe <3

    1. I really enjoying writing Stiles/Lydia dialogue. I love their brotp so much.
      And thanks <3 TND needs a lot of work but most of my interaction scenes between Mattie & Nik are pretty good. I think at least.


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