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“We can do that, too.” Grinning so fondly, Scott reaches out, not actually taking Alec’s hand but offering his own for the same intended outcome. How better to lead them both away from the school to do whatever they choose? For once, Scott’s skipping for a completely innocent reason instead of danger and death.
The farther they get from the building, the more his anxiety flares. It’s not just skipping class, though potentially missing something important is nerve-wracking. Alec’s worst nightmare is walking right next to him, smiling in a way that makes his heart melt. Trust and fear battle each other in his mind as Alec continues to move forward. A love that Alec hadn’t dared hope for hasn’t faded in the slightest but a dark reality has tainted their time together. (They’re moving forward. Alec can’t change his mind now -- can’t do that to Scott. To himself.) “Where, uh.” It shouldn’t be this difficult to speak. “Where d’you like to go?”
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He feels his eyes scrunching, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose before the same hand lifted and brushed through thick hair. “I’m - I’m on my way. Don’t go too far, just keep yourself calm. I’ll be with you as soon as possible. The girl… Is she still alive? Do you think she might need someone to get her to the hospital.” It was a long shot, the current prognoses barely sounded good.
Blood stains the ground around the girl. Her shirt is in tatters, chest ripped open. “No-- No, she’s not.” It’s difficult to drag his gaze away from the body but the image is burned into his brain and he’s starting to feel sick. Despite tears welling in his eyes and blurring his vision, every detail is still visible with each blink of his eyes. “I was just going for a run.” His voice breaks and Alec stumbles back until he hits a tree, lowering himself to the ground.
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“I know—I know it sounds crazy. That it’s not possible but I swear to God. That’s what I saw.” Tone was persistent as though Stiles was sure that Alec was about to argue against him, that werewolves could not be possible. There was no way that Stiles saw what he says he saw. “You—You have to believe me.”
Mouth opens as though to persist on his point, to prove that it wasn’t a figment of his imagination. But Alec’s body language had him pausing, brow furrowing in concern and his hands lifting, an automatic response to offer physical contact to those in distress but thankfully he managed to stop himself, holding his hands up uselessly before letting them fall to his side once more. “Alec—”
Instinctively his gaze drifts, snapping onto the female watching the scene play out, his eyes silently imploring for some help from the person who knew his brother the best. Last thing he needed was to make this worse, to have his brother dragged off to the quiet room by Brunski. Another second dragged out, Void letting their gaze pierce the female, no, they did not need her just yet. But it didn’t mean they wouldn’t keep tabs on her. She could prove to be useful very soon.
Stumbling after his brother, Stiles fell to his knees in front of the other male, pained expression twisting his features as he watched the other male collapse further and further into himself. The internal torment was thick in the air around them, it was tantalising for the spirit, the most delectable smell, the prospect of a taste just within reach.
As though by instinct, done subconsciously before his mind could catch up with what he was doing, Stiles extended a hand and placed it upon his brothers shoulder, an attempt to give some form of positive contact. But almost as quickly as he did so he removed his hand, mouth twisting in apology, he hadn’t been thinking. While the contact had been short, it had been incredibly sweet, the brush of contact enough for him to get a taste of the males internal pain. It was delectable. “Al—Alec, Alec. You gotta look at me. Come on. You gotta look at me and breathe with me, okay? Focus on me, nothing else. Okay? Take a deep breath ‘lec.”
The scream is building in his chest, fighting to break free. Words that aren’t his own leave a bitter taste in his mouth, though he doesn’t know what needs to be said. Lips press together tightly, a familiar (and failing) attempt to suppress unique compulsion. As the need to scream grows stronger, the world around him begins to blur and fade. Stiles’ words are drowned out by the voices that fight to speak to him and Alec has to try even harder to ignore them, to fight for control and to regain at least a semblance of composure and guise of sanity.
Every fiber of his being is begging for Alec to let go, to open his mouth and give in to the burning desire. The unspoken words burn his throat, determination to keep his mouth shut leading to a nearly inaudible keening. You have to scream. Control is slowly slipping and the volume of muffled cries begins to slowly increase.
No. Not now, not in front of an estranged twin who shouldn’t see him like this. (Family reunions are notoriously problematic.) Stiles’ words manage to break through the wordless pleas that only Alec can hear and he clings to the sound, clawing his way back to reality. It’s rare that Alec is able to recover after such a strong panic attack -- or whatever the hell happens to him.
Following Stiles’ instructions, Alec sucks in a breath through his nose -- he can’t open his mouth, not even to take a breath. As he breathes out, Alec slowly forces his eyes open. Tears soften the image of his brother though the concern is clear. There’s something else, though. Something radiating from Stiles. Something intangible and invisible and most likely a figment of his paranoid fantasies. They’re twins and even though they haven’t been close in years -- haven’t had more than forced superficial conversations -- Stiles is trying to help. He is helping a little bit.
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“Alec…” Scott bit his lip as he felt his grip tighten around his phone. “Where are you now? I can help.”
“On-- On the trails. In the preserve. She’s not moving.”
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Alec was possessed by the oracle as he was born because of what Stiles would become (with void). Most Oracles are able to gain control, understand over time, channel the oracle within them, but Alec never learned. Had he not been taken to Eichen, he might have gained control as he began to accept it, but the constant medicine, therapy, and knowledge that the voices weren’t normal caused him to reject the ease in which most oracles find their powers. The voices simply got louder over time, as the warnings were held back, ignored, and forgotten. The longer he’s struggled to fight it, the stronger it’s gotten. The oracle needs to speak, though, and since Alec tries to hold it back, the oracle has to take over his mind. That’s why he never remembers what he says. He’s not quite conscious. His body is still in his control, though, which is why he reacts so strongly. It’s trying to reject the thing in his mind.
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“Okay - say that again but slower this time? Just take it easy…”
“I don’t--- The sheriff -- He wasn’t answering his phone a-and there was so much blood--”
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I know I haven’t been on Al a lot in the last month or so. I’m not abandoning him by any means. I still love Alec with all of my heart. He’s still my #1. I’ve just been writing him for a while and I’m having a lot of fun learning to write Noah and it’s kind of nice to write someone completely different. Yup. Cool.
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I know I haven’t been on Al a lot in the last month or so. I’m not abandoning him by any means. I still love Alec with all of my heart. He’s still my #1. I’ve just been writing him for a while and I’m having a lot of fun learning to write Noah and it’s kind of nice to write someone completely different. Yup. Cool.
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I know I haven’t been on Al a lot in the last month or so. I’m not abandoning him by any means. I still love Alec with all of my heart. He’s still my #1. I’ve just been writing him for a while and I’m having a lot of fun learning to write Noah and it’s kind of nice to write someone completely different. Yup. Cool.
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RULES: answer 20 questions + tag 20 of your followers you’d like to know better.
TAGGED BY: @hnikarr TAGGING: everyone ??
NAME: Moony
NICKNAME: MoonMoon, HEY YOU!,
SIGN: Gemini
HEIGHT: 5′1 and a half
NATIONALITY: American
ORIENTATION: I like who I like
FAVOURITE FRUIT: strawberries or peaches
FAVOURITE SEASON: spring
FAVOURITE FLOWER: Can I be cliche and say roses?
FAVOURITE SCENT: candles. good candles. not gross candles.
FAVOURITE BOOK: Ender’s Game, 1984, Something Wicked This Way Comes, Rose Madder
FAVOURITE COLOUR: black and purple
FAVOURITE ANIMAL: dogs!!!
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: coffee
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: anywhere between 2 & 10 probably.
CATS OR DOGS: ALL THE DOGGOS
NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: one thick blanket and sometimes my batman blanket
DREAM TRIP: shrooms I wanna go to Cali to visit all my tumblr peeps
BLOG CREATED: Jan 19, 2015
NUMBER OF FOLLOWERS: 672.
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