chapter 59: it’s just your shadow on the floor
Warnings: violence
You can read it on AO3 as well.
“If you think this is helping,” Stiles mutters, squinting at the shadow figure on the ground, “let me assure you that it’s really not.”
Lydia cackles, not even try to hide her amusement when Jackson shoots her a look. “At least I’m trying.”
“Sure, you are.” Theo pulls Stiles closer and props his chin on his shoulder. “What’s that supposed to be?”
Jackson makes an elaborate gesture with his hands. “A bird!”
Once more, Stiles squints at the shadow figure on the ground. Maybe if he turns his head a little? Nope, still can’t see it. Not that it would’ve helped anyway. “If you say so.” Stiles furrows his brows and hovers a hand over the shadow, trying his hardest to imagine a bird to create something. Still, neither the shadows nor the darkness cooperates. They give him nothing but a headache.