Hey; I know I'm like a mutual since (1) day and besides I'm duplicate but --- I FUCKING LOVE YOUR MUSE PORTRAYAL. I literally just read the reply you give me and bloody hell it's is so perfect :))) So I look forward for exploring dynamics together besides to let you know, since I'm that kind of person ;D
ahhhhhhhfirst,justletmesaythankyou!! i’ll be the first one to admit that i’m still ??? very unsteady on my feet for this blog & stiles’ voice. i love him, i do, & i heavily relate to him, but i worry that i’m just not there you know. so, seeing this ??? especially from someone else who writes him ??? makes me extremely happy. you’ve honestly made my day, ahh just thank you & i can’t wait to continuing exploring with you & your muses in current & future threads.
She was frustrated. It was true it had nothing to do with Stiles, even less one of her friends, however the disappointment she wasn’t completely happy on herself pictured on her expression. An playful smile joined the earlier pout as his friend firmly tried to hide these dreadful features upon her face. “ I’m afraid my self-letdown appear far too much naturally” Allison attempted to explain instead, wanting reassure him he wasn’t the cause. “ C'mon, Stiles, I know that! I wish just… to be able to do more! ” The way her hands moved slowly towards her face with a deep sigh expressed rightfully her emotions. “ We are in the same boat. You may even know more than me with your personal researches ”
he can’t stand seeing her with that expression. it twisted something ugly in the depths of his core. a fluttering motion that rose up & clung to his heart like a vice. lips part with every intention in trying to alleviate allison’s frustration, but the words get stuck. so, instead, he turns & works on digging out the books he knows he’s going to need over the weekend. it’s a ploy; a means in stalling & he’s pretty sure even she knows.
after grabbing his supplies & finding that he’s utterly out of things to delay the inevitable he turns to face the music. or in other-words, allison’s agile, prettily structured, downtrodden face. & yeah, there’s that awful feeling again. stirring angrily in his stomach. what was that anyways? guilt? couldn’t be, he didn’t have any reason to be guilty.
“okay, i’ll give you that. —- but that’s just me. it’s how i work. i’m the only squishy human here, and no —- don’t argue. you know i’m right. you’ve got centuries of history, and more natural talent with a bow than anyone this side of the country.” okay, so he’s rambling. sue him, it’s just the baseline function of what he did when he was nervous & seeking a way out —– &then it hits him.
reaching out, he takes hold of her bag’s strap & hauls her in a step. “actually i’ve just thought of something —- are you free tonight? because if you are there are at least 3 different things i want to check out and it would be much easier with you than one of the others.”
stiles’ mouth drops open & all that manages to rush forward is STUNNED SILENCE. his brain working overtime to process the words that had just tumbled out into the void between them. & the second it does, he falters —– a single step back that has him awkwardly bumping into the girth of his locker. HEATSCORESUPTHEBACKOFHISNECK. flushing his skin crimson.
in that moment, he scrambles. one hand grabbing at the metal face of the locker to steady himself while the other clasps over the back of his neck. hiding away the blush that’s taken root. “i don’t — i mean, no. wait, i think you’re nice too — like one of the hottest people —– wait that’s not i —- urgammn.” both hands have found their way to his face, scrubbing over it as he all but WILLS his brain to mouth filter to restart.
effectively derailed & embarrassed he peaks at her through the slots of his fingers. hands drop away then & he leans back on his heels with a defeated sigh. “first, that’s completely unfair, allison. so very unfair. at least play by the rules, and second, you’re also pretty. really pretty — can we go now before i explicitly shove my other foot into my mouth and make a real mess out of — yeah…”
“nu-huh, i’m gonna need you to refrain from making those kinds of faces.” a hand waves —- awidegesturethatbasicallycoversthecircumferenceofherface with a pointed look before he continues down the hall, toward his locker. “i haven’t done anything to warrant it —- yet. besides, we’re practically in the same boat —- i don’t know anything that you don’t, okay.”
