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tampered2013-10-26 10:59 am
velveteenwolf) wrote in tampered2013-10-26 10:59 am
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We've Been Fighting with the Wolves
When; October 25th
Rating; PG-13 for violence, will updated if needed
Characters; Peter Rumancek and Stiles Stilinski
Summary; Stiles and Peter fall into a witch zone.
They'd been hanging out. Nothing too suspect, not even a considerable amount of alcohol this time, just a beer each, just for fun, and Peter's was hanging from his fingers. They'd been talking. Mostly about why Batman was cooler than Superman and Peter had been in the midst of a tangent about how Starman was seriously underappreciated, but like always there were more important things mixed in too. Like how he'd seen Roman. Even though Derek had told him not to. He'd just... needed to see him. And there had been words like 'we have a connection' and 'I like you' and a very substantial implication that they'd both really liked the whole making out thing. (This is a good thing, right? Tell him this is a good thing.)
Peter feels that ache just behind his balls, like something wrong, something to get away from, but he doesn't see what it is until they're standing in the middle of it. It's an annoying fact of this place: that with so many curses and just the strange nature of the place itself that he doesn't always pick out what's wrong until it's hitting him in the face. Like with Roman, like when he's taken his eyes. Except this time it's like someone made the street into a fun house, decided to repaint it in circus colors, melt the walls and have shadows bleeding through the cracks.
"Uh. Dude, are you seeing this?" Please tell him it's not just him. Or don't; he's not sure if the idea that it's real or that he's hallucinating are better options here.
Rating; PG-13 for violence, will updated if needed
Characters; Peter Rumancek and Stiles Stilinski
Summary; Stiles and Peter fall into a witch zone.
They'd been hanging out. Nothing too suspect, not even a considerable amount of alcohol this time, just a beer each, just for fun, and Peter's was hanging from his fingers. They'd been talking. Mostly about why Batman was cooler than Superman and Peter had been in the midst of a tangent about how Starman was seriously underappreciated, but like always there were more important things mixed in too. Like how he'd seen Roman. Even though Derek had told him not to. He'd just... needed to see him. And there had been words like 'we have a connection' and 'I like you' and a very substantial implication that they'd both really liked the whole making out thing. (This is a good thing, right? Tell him this is a good thing.)
Peter feels that ache just behind his balls, like something wrong, something to get away from, but he doesn't see what it is until they're standing in the middle of it. It's an annoying fact of this place: that with so many curses and just the strange nature of the place itself that he doesn't always pick out what's wrong until it's hitting him in the face. Like with Roman, like when he's taken his eyes. Except this time it's like someone made the street into a fun house, decided to repaint it in circus colors, melt the walls and have shadows bleeding through the cracks.
"Uh. Dude, are you seeing this?" Please tell him it's not just him. Or don't; he's not sure if the idea that it's real or that he's hallucinating are better options here.
how dare you ben howard me.
He takes a step back only to come up against the invisible barrier, his frown worried and just the vaguest sense of impending horror in his voice.
"You mean the whole terryfing circus land? Yeah, I see it."
no subject
He doesn't like the way those shadows move, seeping through the cracks in this funhouse box that they've found themselves in. He moves back, and just like Stiles his hand hits that invisible barrier. He's getting this distinct no escape vibe. His blue eyes slide back to the shadows, and that just makes this seem even worse.
The phrase the gathering shadows is usually figurative. Except right now? It's totally a literal description of what's going on, and it makes Peter swallow, that flash of fear. There's that hint of a growl of the wolf that hums in his heart, but like with Roman, it strangles into silence. It's something he can't face, he can't escape.
Maybe he'd been arrogant, and the price he'd paid was higher than he knew how to accept.
"This does not look good."
Seriously, where were the other wolves? With their claws and eyes that were a much easier on-off switch than Peter's.