scott mccall
@wolfscloth
❝ they're not the bad guys. they're the victims. we shouldn't be killing the people we're trying to save. ❞
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Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all. ♡& ↻
throat cleared awkwardly, hand going to rub his neck, eyes darting down to his feet. “this is where you used to live. you and your family. i used to spend most of my time here. i had a feeling you would come back.”
the house has long since been abandoned, constantly in “ renovations “. the windows were boarded, door shut tight ; however, the lock was broken, able to be opened. hesitantly, she did open the door. “ how did you know where to find me? “
an awkward shifting of feet, hand raising to knock heavily on the door to what was once @fatedhuntress home ( does she still reside here? i don’t quite know what to say, but i’m here in your doorway. )
. . . right. uh. yeah. probably.
oh. well, perhaps he should start thinking ( inside. )
he was thinking.
he — didn’t realize it had started raining.
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a flinch, even as he kept himself turned away. shoulders tensing, jaw locking. “no, kai. you don’t.”
“from him, from the outside, from ( what? ) come on.” eyes downcast, completely focused on breakfast, as if he can avoid all this. “do you?”
“you haven’t seen anyone get hurt yet. you don’t ( get it. )” scott sighed, pushing a hand through dark hair as he started cracking his eggs. “derek has the potential to be a monster.”
“i still ( have ) my inhaler — i didn’t ( ask ) for that, kai! i didn’t fucking want peter to take all this away from me, unlike you!” scott scoffed, turning away and digging in the fridge for his breakfast. “sure you aren’t.”
once again, lithe fingers stroked through her dark hair, landing back on her jaw when he reached it once more. he sighed softly — her flesh was colder now, but she felt like allison, and ( fuck ), he had missed her.
"I'm sure," she said quickly, her breath shaking slightly. it had hurt, the familiarity and warmth battling with whatever had been fueling her return. if it had hurt, it must have been important, she wanted herself back. "please."
“yeah, kai. that was ( you. ) when peter bit ( me ), he didn’t fix shit!” a low growl, swallowed lumpily back a moment too late. control still not perfected. ( silly boy, maybe you should have stayed no one at all. ) “until he kills you.”
scott flinched back over that, his eyes widening in obvious hurt. “there wasn’t anything to fix. . .” his voice went quiet, soft, strained by the pain in it. “he’ll let you get ripped to shreds if it keeps you alive.”
“i’d prefer he never bit you in the first place, but since that’s not an option, i just wish you’d let ( me ) help you.” he’d never been a particularly possessive older brother, but this sparked some protective instinct heightened by those alpha sensibilities.
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