i heard your heart beating
The house is quiet behind them and the yard’s full of sunlight and early afternoon air. Stiles is getting cooler, slowly, against his side.
Scott’s not crying, not yet, he doesn’t want— Stiles shouldn’t hear him crying when he goes.
He takes whatever pain is left, old bones and weary kidneys, and Stiles sinks into his side a little more. He’s so light, like brittle paper, one good breeze and—
"You’d better not be miserable," Stiles says, all breath, like he’s half-asleep. "Want you to go have fun and… just be awesome. Be a superhero."
He laughs into Stiles’ hair, a sharp noise behind it. “Promise,” he says, way too thick to sound normal.
Yellow stripes of sunlight move in a slow march up the steps, the occasional shadow from a drifting cloud. It’s a nice day, and Scott’ll probably be grateful for it at some point.
The grip Stiles has got on his hand is looser now, looser than it was ten minutes ago, than ten minutes before that. The seconds between the breaths are getting longer, waiting for something to fill them.
"I love you," he says, against the parchment-dry top of Stiles’ scalp.
Stiles’ body twitches with his snort, little quakes of laughter. “I know,” he says, and that makes Scott grin even if his eyes are burning. He wants to say there’ll be no one to make him watch that damn movie every Sunday anymore, but the idea hits him like a mallet and he can’t.
He folds Stiles’ hand gently into his lap when it goes slack all the way, breathes against his temple in wet and messy huffs. He listens for that slow rhythm in Stiles’ chest, and there’s just the birds and the air. Nothing’s moving in the world now, there’s a pause while Stiles gets to where he’s going.
Scott kisses his cheek, blinks away the blurry streaks. He tries to smile, because Stiles would want him to.
"See you soon."
Rinko Kikuchi by Jumbo Tsui
"that’s our team."
Can I also add to this that Scott even repeats himself, and reaches out a hand as if to hold him back? None of the others did that. Stiles made his way through that dark hallway without Lydia or his dad reaching out to stop him, and they just faded out of his way. But Scott is the only one Stiles has to push aside in order to get to the mirror.
He’s also on the other side of the door. I don’t know what that means.
Can we also talk about how worried Scott looks in the first frame he is in? Maybe even a little bit scared, like he can see that Stiles thinks himself a monster, then in the second, when he repeats himself he is more resolute… like there is no WAY it could be his best friend.
Stiles didn’t do it, Scott is sure of it. There is no way it could be Stiles, in Scott’s mind. Now he just has to make Stiles believe that for himself.
I don’t care what this show says about anchors, friends are your anchors and these two are, with no doubt, each other’s anchors. :))
"Warden, you do not need that many dwarven battleaxe. You cannot wield one and we are all perfectly equip."
"You don’t know that! Besides, we’re only a few days travel from Denerim and I know these will fetch a handsome price, I simply need to make room!"
"Then throw away one of those letters."
"I CAN’T WHAT IF WE NEED THEM."
I HOARD MAKER HELP ME BUT I HOARD
THIS WAS ME THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRETY OF THIS GAME