• She is filled to the brim with death, and she feeds it to him. He is always hungry. Folie à deux
  • He focuses on the way Stiles’ foot is right next to his on the floor beneath the table, how his lips move and his eyes laugh with his words, the delicate and broad strength of his wrists. Derek would pin those bones high above his head and place his mouth on them so that he could work his way down the curve of Stiles’ arm to the sweet bitterness of his armpit. Give me back my bones
  • He’d either push him back against the side of the building so he can drop to his knees in front of him or he’d end up stalking outside the building all night. He’d sit on the fire escape and dangle his legs over the edge while Stiles slept inside. Give me back my bones
may 21 2014 ∞
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