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stiles:

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He wasn’t expecting the words he heard.
He was thinking fashion crisis. Something
normal. But this was Beacon Hills. Nothing
was normal.   Knowing he didn’t have a lot
of time to do anything really he spoke.
              I’ll be right there. ❞

Standing up he didn’t ask for permission. Kria’s
dad seemed to know just by a look that Stiles
needed to leave. His only thought, surprisingly
made a small laugh escape. At least she didn’t
call the police this time.

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                           ❝ You’ll be right where, exactly? I didn’t
                               tell you where I WAS, Stiles! ❞

(and she really didn’t know where she was.
look at the dead body, lydia, and what do
you see? a life cut short or a life wasted on
nothing? her inspection brought her no such
clarity because the person’s face was — gone.
don’t stain a crime scene just because you want
to THROW UP. a petite hand raised to scrub
down her cheek, leaving angry red marks in
its wake. she thought her days of FINDING
bodies had been over. she had never been so
WRONG. )

                           ❝ I don’t know where I am and
                               unless you put a tracker in all
                               of my PRADA heels, you don’t
                               EITHER! ❞

January 10 with 4 notes · via &
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stiilinskiis:

⊰--- bravexbanshee ---⊱

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Picking up and placing the phone
to his ear Stiles looked around his
surrounding. Answering his phone
in class was not his brightest idea
and if it wasn’t Lydia he wouldn’t
have.
          This better be important. ❞
where the only words he could think
of praying he didn’t come off as rude.
Why she wasn’t in class was beyond
him.

                     ▉ ▊ ▋♔♔ ▉ ▊ ▋

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{ shaking hands had grabbed the phone and bloodied
feet had carried her away from the body. now, lydia
was in the corner of the room, pressed with her back
against the wall. she’d just been walking to the bathroom.
however, the bathroom didn’t seem like it was in
the stars for her. }

                     ❝ I don’t know!!
                               Is a dead body
                               important to you??

January 9 with 4 notes · via &
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