Stiles drops his eyes to the floor, trying to find anexplanation there. He looked about as broken as he felt ; his hair was mattedand awry, dark circles rounded his eyes, his clothes were wrinkled and looklike they hadn’t been washed in a few days – HE’S A MESS. Clearing his throat,he shrugs a shoulder like it wasn’t that big of a deal. And really, he didn’tthink so. He’d gladly trade his life for hers any day – if the demon had askedfor his soul in half a year, he would’ve taken it. Lydia being ALIVE is so damnimportant to him that he’d throw everything else to the wind to make sure shewas healthy and breathing. The brunet scrubs at his face and blows out a sighthrough his nose. “ What was I supposed to do ? ” He asks, looking up & intoher eyes in desperation. “ I couldn’t let you die. You’re my soulmate, Lydia. Icouldn’t – it was torture having to suffer through those days half-empty. Icouldn’t do it, it hurt too much. ” His voice is wavering, showing just howunglued & close to utter shutdown he is. He’d been banking on her revival,that’s easy to tell. “ You know that you’re the most important out of both ofus. I couldn’t let you be dead, alright ? You’re smarter than me, you’re – you’rea banshee. There’s more of a future for you then there was ever going to be forme. ”
Stiles drops his eyes to the floor, trying to find anexplanation there. He looked about as broken as he felt ; his hair was mattedand awry, dark circles rounded his eyes, his clothes were wrinkled and looklike they hadn’t been washed in a few days – HE’S A MESS. Clearing his throat,he shrugs a shoulder like it wasn’t that big of a deal. And really, he didn’tthink so. He’d gladly trade his life for hers any day – if the demon had askedfor his soul in half a year, he would’ve taken it. Lydia being ALIVE is so damnimportant to him that he’d throw everything else to the wind to make sure shewas healthy and breathing. The brunet scrubs at his face and blows out a sighthrough his nose. “ What was I supposed to do ? ” He asks, looking up & intoher eyes in desperation. “ I couldn’t let you die. You’re my soulmate, Lydia. Icouldn’t – it was torture having to suffer through those days half-empty. Icouldn’t do it, it hurt too much. ” His voice is wavering, showing just howunglued & close to utter shutdown he is. He’d been banking on her revival,that’s easy to tell. “ You know that you’re the most important out of both ofus. I couldn’t let you be dead, alright ? You’re smarter than me, you’re – you’rea banshee. There’s more of a future for you then there was ever going to be forme. ”
Stiles drops his eyes to the floor, trying to find anexplanation there. He looked about as broken as he felt ; his hair was mattedand awry, dark circles rounded his eyes, his clothes were wrinkled and looklike they hadn’t been washed in a few days – HE’S A MESS. Clearing his throat,he shrugs a shoulder like it wasn’t that big of a deal. And really, he didn’tthink so. He’d gladly trade his life for hers any day – if the demon had askedfor his soul in half a year, he would’ve taken it. Lydia being ALIVE is so damnimportant to him that he’d throw everything else to the wind to make sure shewas healthy and breathing. The brunet scrubs at his face and blows out a sighthrough his nose. “ What was I supposed to do ? ” He asks, looking up & intoher eyes in desperation. “ I couldn’t let you die. You’re my soulmate, Lydia. Icouldn’t – it was torture having to suffer through those days half-empty. Icouldn’t do it, it hurt too much. ” His voice is wavering, showing just howunglued & close to utter shutdown he is. He’d been banking on her revival,that’s easy to tell. “ You know that you’re the most important out of both ofus. I couldn’t let you be dead, alright ? You’re smarter than me, you’re – you’rea banshee. There’s more of a future for you then there was ever going to be forme. ”
His heart sinks in his chest as he hears her voiceddisapproval. It’s too late now, whether she liked it or not. He can’t take backwhat he did, but he still doesn’t regret it. As Lydia starts to sit up, Stilesis quick to help her, gently helping her move to sit up without having tostrain herself. “ Hey, just – just take it easy, okay ? ” He asks, softly. Shewon’t meet his eyes & he knows it’s because of what he’d done – he broke apromise not to sell his soul. But what was he supposed to do ? Lydia was thelast person on this planet that deserved death ; she deserved to live onthrough her life to a healthy & old age. He knows he can’t postpone herdeath forever, especially since his own was due in a short time. Clearing histhroat, he watches as she keeps her head down & purposefully avoids lookingat him – he can feel by the intense pull in his chest that their string of fateis connected once again & vibrating with intense heartache. Stiles doesn’tknow what to say ; he’s not even sure if there’s something that he can say. Shealready knows what he’d done – if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be avoiding his eyesas much as she is now. Lydia knew exactly what he did and although it wasimpulsive & selfish, he doesn’t really care. He needed her with him. “ Ayear. ” He replies, after stalling for a few moments. He blows out a quiveringbreath.
His heart sinks in his chest as he hears her voiceddisapproval. It’s too late now, whether she liked it or not. He can’t take backwhat he did, but he still doesn’t regret it. As Lydia starts to sit up, Stilesis quick to help her, gently helping her move to sit up without having tostrain herself. “ Hey, just – just take it easy, okay ? ” He asks, softly. Shewon’t meet his eyes & he knows it’s because of what he’d done – he broke apromise not to sell his soul. But what was he supposed to do ? Lydia was thelast person on this planet that deserved death ; she deserved to live onthrough her life to a healthy & old age. He knows he can’t postpone herdeath forever, especially since his own was due in a short time. Clearing histhroat, he watches as she keeps her head down & purposefully avoids lookingat him – he can feel by the intense pull in his chest that their string of fateis connected once again & vibrating with intense heartache. Stiles doesn’tknow what to say ; he’s not even sure if there’s something that he can say. Shealready knows what he’d done – if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be avoiding his eyesas much as she is now. Lydia knew exactly what he did and although it wasimpulsive & selfish, he doesn’t really care. He needed her with him. “ Ayear. ” He replies, after stalling for a few moments. He blows out a quiveringbreath.
His heart sinks in his chest as he hears her voiceddisapproval. It’s too late now, whether she liked it or not. He can’t take backwhat he did, but he still doesn’t regret it. As Lydia starts to sit up, Stilesis quick to help her, gently helping her move to sit up without having tostrain herself. “ Hey, just – just take it easy, okay ? ” He asks, softly. Shewon’t meet his eyes & he knows it’s because of what he’d done – he broke apromise not to sell his soul. But what was he supposed to do ? Lydia was thelast person on this planet that deserved death ; she deserved to live onthrough her life to a healthy & old age. He knows he can’t postpone herdeath forever, especially since his own was due in a short time. Clearing histhroat, he watches as she keeps her head down & purposefully avoids lookingat him – he can feel by the intense pull in his chest that their string of fateis connected once again & vibrating with intense heartache. Stiles doesn’tknow what to say ; he’s not even sure if there’s something that he can say. Shealready knows what he’d done – if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be avoiding his eyesas much as she is now. Lydia knew exactly what he did and although it wasimpulsive & selfish, he doesn’t really care. He needed her with him. “ Ayear. ” He replies, after stalling for a few moments. He blows out a quiveringbreath.
When she recognizes him, a sigh of relief escapes chappedlips. Thank God. She’s alive – it worked, whatever that man promised him hadworked. Lydia was alive, she was breathing and the wound on her stomach wasmiraculously healed. His eyes flutter closed when the relief washes over himand nearly drops him to his knees. He uses the motel’s bed as a prop to keephimself up ; the last thing Lydia needs is for him to collapse on her when she’s ALIVE. “ It’sokay, Lydia, I’m here – I’m here. ” He keeps thumbing at her cheeks, willing herbody to leech off of the warmth of his own as much as she needed to. He pulls hishands from her face to pull his plaid shirt from around his shoulders, tuckingit around her carefully to bring warmth back into her. Stiles pulls the chaircloser to the side of the bed, sitting down next to her. She asks him whathappened, and he’s not sure how to answer. You died ? You were killed, and Isold my soul to bring you back ? None of those were things he wanted to slapher with as soon as she comes back from the darkness. Instead of laying it allout on the table for her, he takes a simpler way to explain things. “ You gothurt, real … real bad. I thought I lost you. ” His throat tightens on himwithout warning, causing the latter half of his comment to slip out as abreathy whisper. The brunet swallows thickly and shakes his head, jarring loosetears he hadn’t even realized were built up. A hand reaches up to wipe themaway quickly. “ H-How are you feeling ? Are you okay … ? ”
When she recognizes him, a sigh of relief escapes chappedlips. Thank God. She’s alive – it worked, whatever that man promised him hadworked. Lydia was alive, she was breathing and the wound on her stomach wasmiraculously healed. His eyes flutter closed when the relief washes over himand nearly drops him to his knees. He uses the motel’s bed as a prop to keephimself up ; the last thing Lydia needs is for him to collapse on her when she’s ALIVE. “ It’sokay, Lydia, I’m here – I’m here. ” He keeps thumbing at her cheeks, willing herbody to leech off of the warmth of his own as much as she needed to. He pulls hishands from her face to pull his plaid shirt from around his shoulders, tuckingit around her carefully to bring warmth back into her. Stiles pulls the chaircloser to the side of the bed, sitting down next to her. She asks him whathappened, and he’s not sure how to answer. You died ? You were killed, and Isold my soul to bring you back ? None of those were things he wanted to slapher with as soon as she comes back from the darkness. Instead of laying it allout on the table for her, he takes a simpler way to explain things. “ You gothurt, real … real bad. I thought I lost you. ” His throat tightens on himwithout warning, causing the latter half of his comment to slip out as abreathy whisper. The brunet swallows thickly and shakes his head, jarring loosetears he hadn’t even realized were built up. A hand reaches up to wipe themaway quickly. “ H-How are you feeling ? Are you okay … ? ”
When she recognizes him, a sigh of relief escapes chappedlips. Thank God. She’s alive – it worked, whatever that man promised him hadworked. Lydia was alive, she was breathing and the wound on her stomach wasmiraculously healed. His eyes flutter closed when the relief washes over himand nearly drops him to his knees. He uses the motel’s bed as a prop to keephimself up ; the last thing Lydia needs is for him to collapse on her when she’s ALIVE. “ It’sokay, Lydia, I’m here – I’m here. ” He keeps thumbing at her cheeks, willing herbody to leech off of the warmth of his own as much as she needed to. He pulls hishands from her face to pull his plaid shirt from around his shoulders, tuckingit around her carefully to bring warmth back into her. Stiles pulls the chaircloser to the side of the bed, sitting down next to her. She asks him whathappened, and he’s not sure how to answer. You died ? You were killed, and Isold my soul to bring you back ? None of those were things he wanted to slapher with as soon as she comes back from the darkness. Instead of laying it allout on the table for her, he takes a simpler way to explain things. “ You gothurt, real … real bad. I thought I lost you. ” His throat tightens on himwithout warning, causing the latter half of his comment to slip out as abreathy whisper. The brunet swallows thickly and shakes his head, jarring loosetears he hadn’t even realized were built up. A hand reaches up to wipe themaway quickly. “ H-How are you feeling ? Are you okay … ? ”
Any second now. It should happen any second now. It’s not asif he’d waited too long – no, that cheeky demon he’d met assured him that itwas well within a reachable goal. She wasn’t gone for too long – she couldn’thave been. Stiles wouldn’t have waited too long to find some kind of viable wayto bring her back. After all ; it’s his fault how she ended up this way. Isn’tthis the price he deserves to pay ? He’s waiting anxiously, knee bouncing & gnawing at the skin on his fingertips. WHEN’S IT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN ? When thatstupid demon said he’d bring her back, he didn’t tell him it’d take 3 – 5 BUSINESSDAYS. Stiles is becoming more and more riled up. As if his emotions couldn’t beany more unbalanced, tears collect in his eyes when he realizes this wholething might’ve been a dud to begin with. Feeling his mind slipping, the brunetreaches out for her hand and tightly grasps it. COLD. Not even a tendril ofwarmth. He bites back a sob and it rocks him to his core. If she was aliveright now, she’d be absolutely in shock of how unglued he is. His freehandmoves from his lips to scrub at his face, trying to wipe away the bags thathave deepened under sullen eyes. “ Come on, Lydia … ” He mutters, voice a brokenwhine. It’s only a few moments of holding his breath later that she seems togasp for air, and Stiles is startled out of his pitiful breakdown. He’s quickby her side, hands framing her face and thumbing at pale cheeks that he noticesare growing WARMER. “ Lydia – hey, hey, Lydia, it’s okay, I’m here. I’m here. ”
Any second now. It should happen any second now. It’s not asif he’d waited too long – no, that cheeky demon he’d met assured him that itwas well within a reachable goal. She wasn’t gone for too long – she couldn’thave been. Stiles wouldn’t have waited too long to find some kind of viable wayto bring her back. After all ; it’s his fault how she ended up this way. Isn’tthis the price he deserves to pay ? He’s waiting anxiously, knee bouncing & gnawing at the skin on his fingertips. WHEN’S IT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN ? When thatstupid demon said he’d bring her back, he didn’t tell him it’d take 3 – 5 BUSINESSDAYS. Stiles is becoming more and more riled up. As if his emotions couldn’t beany more unbalanced, tears collect in his eyes when he realizes this wholething might’ve been a dud to begin with. Feeling his mind slipping, the brunetreaches out for her hand and tightly grasps it. COLD. Not even a tendril ofwarmth. He bites back a sob and it rocks him to his core. If she was aliveright now, she’d be absolutely in shock of how unglued he is. His freehandmoves from his lips to scrub at his face, trying to wipe away the bags thathave deepened under sullen eyes. “ Come on, Lydia … ” He mutters, voice a brokenwhine. It’s only a few moments of holding his breath later that she seems togasp for air, and Stiles is startled out of his pitiful breakdown. He’s quickby her side, hands framing her face and thumbing at pale cheeks that he noticesare growing WARMER. “ Lydia – hey, hey, Lydia, it’s okay, I’m here. I’m here. ”
