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halfbloodhill_logs2013-12-01 12:22 am
arracht) wrote in halfbloodhill_logs2013-12-01 12:22 am
Entry tags:
strong 'til you break
Who: Derek and Stiles
What: A game of fetch.
Where: The North Woods
When: November 30
Why: Because Derek knows what it's like to have someone slip through your fingers, and Stiles needs something that isn't talking about it.
[ Waiting a while after curfew, Derek slips out with nothing but a note saying that he'll be back in the morning for his cabinmates to find-- with the hopes that they don't come after him this time, since he's told them he's gone and they know why he leaves the cabin most nights-- and shadow travels straight for the woods. If he could do this on full moons, he would be thrilled, but he can't despite his best wishes that he could. But tonight isn't about him. Tonight is about someone else, which is why after he strips his clothes and folds them to set on a low hanging branch (hoping that they'll still be there later for him to change back into) he shifts, and promptly goes about finding a decent sized stick.
Truth be told, he's never actually liked fetch. He doesn't have the impulse to chase things when they're thrown, doesn't get the desire to dig up sticks or balls or whatever for people to throw, or for him to carry in his mouth. He likes to chase things, sure, but he prefers when they're sentient. He likes tag.
But Stiles likes to make fun of him by playing fetch. And for some reason, he indulges the Greek teen and plays it with him.
Stiles likes fetch, so he gets a decent throwing stick and carries it from the woods in his mouth.
He and Stiles aren't necessarily friends. Anyone that observes them around Camp Halfblood would say they actually really dislike one another. But it's... complicated. He and Stiles aren't necessarily friends, but despite the way they butt heads and have sharp exchanges, there's an undercurrent there that's nothing actually malevolent. They banter, and their sarcasm matches up pretty well, and for as much as Stiles can grate on him sometimes Derek doesn't really dislike him. Really, they even have some agreeable moments where they do get along.
Which is why, when he sees something familiar in Stiles, he decides that it's time to play fetch.
He comes to a stop outside of the Hecate cabin and sets his stick down at his paws. From what he can hear-- thathumpthumpthathumpthump-- he's on the side of the cabin that Stiles is. So he stands there in the light dust of snow, calm as can be, and lets out a low but loud wuff, something close to a bark. Waiting a couple minutes, he does it again. Wuff, wuff.
And then he picks up the stick again, moves around to the front of the cabin, and waits. ]
What: A game of fetch.
Where: The North Woods
When: November 30
Why: Because Derek knows what it's like to have someone slip through your fingers, and Stiles needs something that isn't talking about it.
[ Waiting a while after curfew, Derek slips out with nothing but a note saying that he'll be back in the morning for his cabinmates to find-- with the hopes that they don't come after him this time, since he's told them he's gone and they know why he leaves the cabin most nights-- and shadow travels straight for the woods. If he could do this on full moons, he would be thrilled, but he can't despite his best wishes that he could. But tonight isn't about him. Tonight is about someone else, which is why after he strips his clothes and folds them to set on a low hanging branch (hoping that they'll still be there later for him to change back into) he shifts, and promptly goes about finding a decent sized stick.
Truth be told, he's never actually liked fetch. He doesn't have the impulse to chase things when they're thrown, doesn't get the desire to dig up sticks or balls or whatever for people to throw, or for him to carry in his mouth. He likes to chase things, sure, but he prefers when they're sentient. He likes tag.
But Stiles likes to make fun of him by playing fetch. And for some reason, he indulges the Greek teen and plays it with him.
Stiles likes fetch, so he gets a decent throwing stick and carries it from the woods in his mouth.
He and Stiles aren't necessarily friends. Anyone that observes them around Camp Halfblood would say they actually really dislike one another. But it's... complicated. He and Stiles aren't necessarily friends, but despite the way they butt heads and have sharp exchanges, there's an undercurrent there that's nothing actually malevolent. They banter, and their sarcasm matches up pretty well, and for as much as Stiles can grate on him sometimes Derek doesn't really dislike him. Really, they even have some agreeable moments where they do get along.
Which is why, when he sees something familiar in Stiles, he decides that it's time to play fetch.
He comes to a stop outside of the Hecate cabin and sets his stick down at his paws. From what he can hear-- thathumpthumpthathumpthump-- he's on the side of the cabin that Stiles is. So he stands there in the light dust of snow, calm as can be, and lets out a low but loud wuff, something close to a bark. Waiting a couple minutes, he does it again. Wuff, wuff.
And then he picks up the stick again, moves around to the front of the cabin, and waits. ]