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robinonadderall) wrote2013-08-29 09:11 am
robinonadderall) wrote2013-08-29 09:11 am
Entry tags:
Not-So-Creepy Mansion | Specifically Derek's Room | Late Thursday Morning
Stiles had arrived back in Fandom early on Thursday, but it took him some time to get over to Derek's. He had been moving slow in the first place due to lack of sleep and the pounding in his head from the injury after the car accident. He didn't know if the nightmares were due to the recent trauma or the after effects of his sacrifice to the nemeton, but he did know they sucked. If they decided to stick around he was going to be in real trouble. The other issue he had was with Derek himself. He knew this wasn't going to go over well, but he had made the decision to tell the truth for once and he was going to go through with it.
Still, it was almost a relief to find Derek wasn't in his room when he got there. He sat down on the edge of Derek's bed and let Puppy Joe climb up in his lap. He scratched behind his ears absently, trying to ignore getting lost in the dark thoughts that always seem to be on the edge of his mind now. It was bad enough having to deal with them when he was asleep.
[For Derek!]
Still, it was almost a relief to find Derek wasn't in his room when he got there. He sat down on the edge of Derek's bed and let Puppy Joe climb up in his lap. He scratched behind his ears absently, trying to ignore getting lost in the dark thoughts that always seem to be on the edge of his mind now. It was bad enough having to deal with them when he was asleep.
[For Derek!]