It takes her a moment, a beat of deafening silence, to realize that his words were the words spoken out of her mouth seconds before that. For a second, she thinks she’s dreaming. After months of trying to make them hear her, it’s impossible that Stiles suddenly can. She’s lingered around the pack for months, dealt with watching them walk into bad situations. Granted, she did her best to help. But she can only do so much from this side. A shocked expression lingers on her face when she listens to him, swallowing hard.
“you can hear me.”
She doesn’t have time to dwell, or cry, even if she wants to. It doesn’t take a lot for her to realize that he can hear her. His facial expression are answer enough, and him repeating her words verbatim. She doesn’t have time to ask how, or why. Her only thought is that she doesn’t know how long it will last. It could be minutes before she’s forced to only stand by and watch.
“Tell them that my Dad just got back. Isaac is still in France, but my Dad’s here. Probably not for long, so they can’t wait.”
What else can she say? They wouldn’t believe Stiles if he said she was there. Every bit of her wants to say things to Lydia, to Scott, to remind them that she’s always there.
And then there’s Stiles. Who can hear her.
”These hunters. They like surprise attacks. Wolfsbane bullets are their thing. They also have people surrounding their building, so make sure you guys stay quiet.
If my Dad goes, which I’m sure he will, remind him to take my crossbow.
Or you take it. Stealthier way of knocking them out.”
She’s sure she sounds absolutely nuts, but there’s relief in her tone that masks the way she feels at knowing he can hear her.
She’s not alone.
”I missed you, you know.”
there really wasn’t any explanation for what was happening at this very moment – but Allison’s voice found it’s way back into his mind a few seconds after he spoke up, his mind going deaf to the questions shot his way from the pack once she began talking once more, his breathing halting – heart race picking up – his limbs beginning to tense as if he was bordering on the edge of some sort of panic attack; because something was definitely happening right now, and somehow, in some unexplainable way, Allison was in his head speaking to him –
Stiles could believe in a lot of things, but ghosts? it wasn’t something he certainly thought about, even with Death an apparent constant in his life – after the passing of his mother, he had wondered if he’d ever feel a presence of her around. if her supposed spirit would knock something over, or make a sound, or he’d catch a whiff of her perfume– anything to make him believe that she was still there. he got nothing though. just the overwhelming absence of a dead mother.
so ghosts were hard to believe in, even in the world he was currently living at the moment – people either lived or died. there was no real in between; but people could always come back.
( but Allison was still talking in his head, and she was giving warnings – as if she had been along for the entire ride they’d been having since her fall – as if she had been watching. )
head jerking up when he hears his name leave Scott’s mouth, his brow raises as he nods his head, understanding the silent request to continue —-
“Christ Argent is back. I don’t know for how long – but right now, he’s here, and he could be our only chance with getting an upper hand on these assholes. For the sake of this pack – we find him. We see what he knows. We ask for his help.”
there were expressions on their faces – ones that wanted to ask how he knew such things, but there were also looks of unwavering confidence in what he was saying. he was their guide for a reason, and despite a shaky past, they all had had years to figure out how to work together – and he always had a plan. this? this was the plan now. there was a heavy underlying promise of ‘just trust me’ hanging in the air that they all felt – and it was finalized. a mutual agreement spread through the pack at his words, Scott turning to Lydia as a discussion on how to reach Chris began to rise ——
'Out of all the heads to get stuck in, I'm sure mine is probably the worst. I don't know what's going on, Allison, but I can hear you."
( he was just thinking as one normally would, really —- but something made him feel as though it would work. and he believed it would, too. )
'I can hear you-- and we're gonna figure this out.
By the Angel, this guy was going to annoy the fey who had decided to visit Taki’s that day. Not that he was totally to blame since Alec had made the comment about drinking their blood. Out of everything he could have said that was probably pretty low on the list… as long as they didn’t talk to Kaelie to complain it was probably okay though. Mostly.
To know about werewolves and about the fair folk or Shadowhunters (which he could accept, since some Downworlders thought they were just a legend or something similar) was certainly a feat. Where in the world could this guy be from, where was he exposed to one part of the non-human world yet not all the others? Did he know about vampires? Warlocks? Mermaids, kelpies, ifrits, the fact that zombies weren’t real? … Probably not. It must have been somewhere small then, somewhere isolated. Big cities had always been teeming with the world hidden from mundane eyes.
”Considering that the two you just waved at are fey, it’s safe to say we could have—that.”
Saying fairy blood again just sounded like a bad idea, but he didn’t dwell on that long when faced with the look he was being given, as if he had just asked a ridiculous question. Which he may have, since he was known for asking irrelevant questions. Or questions that generally have an obvious answer. And he supposed the question had been easy to answer on his own in hindsight, since he knew that someone had been following him well enough that he didn’t realize at first.
Clearly there were no qualms held about how creepy it was to follow him around, given how blatantly he admitted it and Alec leaned his elbows on the table, eyebrows raising. Another comment was on the tip of his tongue, something else useless and sarcastic, but it wouldn’t help the situation. Or stop the brunet from following him around until he supplied answers as far as Alec could tell.
”I'll think about your questions questions so long as you keep your voice down.”
Which was really to say he wouldn’t answer most of them.
—Probably.
“And I knew you were following me.”
Okay, maybe he could have not said that. Foot in mouth, as per always.
his brow raises in surprise at that, body turning to look at said Fey being discussed. they– had seemed to look normal when he first came into the little joint; but then again he hadn’t really been paying attention to anyone else besides Alec. now that he was really seeing them though, there was something ethereal about them – an odd sort of shimmering, enveloping their essence in a strange color, one that made his eyes blink a few times, as if trying to adjust to it all —- but he could see them clear as day, and Alec’s statement of him supposedly not being ’mundane’ came forth from his consciousness for just a moment. long enough to cause a slight pick up in his heart rate, and that alone was enough to make him turn away from the two at the table, directing his attention back on the other and masking his face to hide any sort of giveaway to the momentary lapse in control.
( they had probably seen him staring —- but at this point, he really didn’t care what they thought. he wasn’t supposed to be seeing them in the first place, supposedly, and that alone was going to drive him insane with the answers he would want to be seeking out )
Alec didn’t know about his past with Beacon Hills; and Stiles wasn’t keen on really sharing it ——– he had left that life behind for a promise of a new future, and had been doing a marvelous job at acting like a normal college kid without the constant presence of supernatural creatures – but after stumbling upon the Shadowhunter and that demon, there’s been an undeniable itch in his system again, like a flip that had been turned on – and Stiles wasn’t sure if the feeling should unease him or excite him.
( he hadn’t pursued his… w o r k for awhile;
there had been promises made – )
"Well, luckily for them, not really interested in dabbling in that sort of exotic cuisine.“
despite the discovery of yet another new apparent species, Stiles wasn’t letting it get to him – at this point, anything was possible. hell, he had read up on ancient folklore and mythology awhile back just to stay ahead of the game —- he was still waiting for the unicorn. there was no doubt in his mind that they had to exist somewhere. if his best friends could change into a wolf and scream when Death was near; then a magical horse with a horn protruding from it’s head could damn well exist as well.
"If you wanted to be secretive and quiet, you should’ve just listened and gone along with my first suggestions – instead of ignoring me and acting like nothing happened. So– no– I think I’m good talking just like this.”
( which, wasn’t even that loud, jesus christ )
“You knew, huh? Cute way of setting up a little date, then. I mean, I’m personally more of a wine-and-dine kinda guy, but I guess a supernaturally infested café with croissants and fairy blood tea works just as well.”
S T I L E S S T I L I N S K I ------ an emissary in training.
✘ a future // canon-based // independent stiles stilinski roleplay. ( based off mtv’s teen wolf) ✘ all canon events have happened — any further events are considered AU. ✘ all forms of roleplay are happily accepted — i can write for years if you let me. you’ve been warned. ✘ multi-verses // multi-ships allowed and welcomed. ✘ mun is of age with 10+ years of roleplay experience // 2+ years experience of tumblr roleplaying. ✘ mature // potentially triggering themes will occur — everything will be tagged appropriately. ✘ welcome to plotting of any sorts — angst is the name of my game though. ( bring me your worst. )
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The thing that separates this film from other superhero films is that Batman is entirely plausible. There aren’t any superpowers involved in the film. There aren’t any mutants, no characters from other planets. It’s set firmly in the real world. And I think in that way it makes it more accessible to the audience. You could never be Superman, you could never be The Incredible Hulk, but anybody could become Batman - you’d have to inherit a couple billion dollars and have all these gadgets, but nevertheless it’s possible. Like maybe if we tried hard enough, if we worked hard enough, if we trained hard enough, maybe, just maybe, we could become Batman.
