stiles:

Just lovely, just freakin’ lovely.
     Of course it had to be Eichen House. The place
     Full of crazy people, stiles promised himself he’d
     never go back. He just wouldn’t. Too much had
     happened there. And none of it could be taken back.

Listening to her apart of him wanted to laugh. It would be
her luck that of all places she could banshee herself to she
would end up at the one place she too wanted to forget. The
place she couldn’t save stiles, the place where that dick of a
nurse tried to kill them. He was half way there and he hadn’t spoke
a word yet knowing it was needed he spoke to the phone laying
on his dash.
                        ❝ Just hold on, I’ll be there. And Lydia——
                            don’t go looking for any more bodies. ❞

He knew that place had to have more then what she found given it’s history.

(don’t go looking for more dead bodies!!
who did he think she was? jennifer love
hewitt? lydia wasn’t the type of GIRL to
help any sort of misguided spirit. & it
was true that said BODY had probably
deserved its death. which was a cruel yet
true fact. supernatural deaths were often
deserved unless you were ALLISON. Oh,
how she missed ALLISON ARGENT. )

                           ❝ Do I look like I want to go and
                               hunt for a dead body like this is
                               some SHITTY scooby doo redo?
                               Hurry UP, Stiles, I feel like it’s
                               staring at me. ❞

stiles:

Stopping himself in the middle of the hallway
he realized she was right. He didn’t like it but
she was. He didn’t know where she was. Yelling
wasn’t helping though.
                     ❝ Can you not yell at me
                          I am trying to help remember. ❞

Letting her continue he let out a small huff trying
to figure out where she could be. But it was almost
impossible to think when she was freaking out.
             ❝ LYDIA————
 Just shut up and tell me what you see.❞

He didn’t mean to yell. He didn’t want to either but
                                                         he needed to find her.

(a clenched fist, a glance at her battery life,
those were the things that led her to glance
around before her conversation with stiles
was cut short. shut eyes, a flick of her tongue
over formerly glossed lips was all it took
for her to calm down before she started to
examine the scene thoroughly. the walls
had all of the similarities of an asylum. she
had ghost-whispered herself straight into
EICHEN HOUSE. )

                           ❝I’m in — Eichen House, Stiles.
                               I drove myself all the way from
                               school to come to this goddamn
                               loony bin ! ❞

stiles:

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.

                           ❝ 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! ❞

stiilinskiis:

⊰--- bravexbanshee ---⊱

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.

                     ▉ ▊ ▋♔♔ ▉ ▊ ▋

{ 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??❞