she had a point. she was playing her game and was damn winning. stiles hated games like this. he was not good at games like this. this girl knew too much ;; too much to make himself feel comfortable.
“ I never said you did say any lies. It was a simple request. But I guess it was no n e e d.”
[ … ] that was a low blow. he did not expect to be asked that from all things else possible. who was this girl? his head was staring to hurt from thinking— — more like overthinking. he had no scenario to follow. he was a | lost boy |.
” Enough. I bet you already know. Why keep asking though?”
– ; he’d prefer it this way, anyway, she was an illusion that humans preferred to think of as a creature of wonder & when they saw how messed up she was ….
❝ fine. how about we play a game. you as ask a question and so will I & we’ll see who quits f i r s t …. ❞
two small eyes will survey the boy’s face, stealing the loveliness, the childish dreams from his thoughts — it’s all hers to keep.
❝ ; oop question one — !okay, well i have a somewhat liking to first loves, and you are experience yours. my turn, do you think that i’m … y'know .. ugly ? ❞
; Avoiding an |other| question. ;; Different vocabulary. ;;; Different reactions. This was NOT Allison.
Pereceptive mind you have, Stilinski. One could say you would have l o s t it long ago.
“ Yes, I know. To be honest. I use it a lot. Interesting trait. нoиєsтγ, I mean. It can be both a flaw or a quality of a person. I prefer to look at it as a quality. Now how about you tell me the truth?”
Oh he knew… The truth can hurt. But he had no idea what this one will cause to him. But after all he was still human. And humans make mistakes.
oh how human he was — all morals and ethics ;; words that meant something. thoughts of power. she’d never have ethics but she had acquired over the years .. a somewhat dislike for lying.
❝ you make a good case, however … I have not yet lied to you. therefore I cannot tell you the truth. ❞
a simple shrug; the sort of smile that conveys hopelessness. he needed to play the game properly, to play by her rules — she didn’t like cheaters. cheaters always got what they deserved.
It’s a childish gleam that will appear in her eyes; as she dangles the truth above his head like a toy, always j u s t out of his reach.
❝ tell me, stiles — unless you prefer your full name … how often do you dream of Lydia Martin? ❞
○ Something was wrong, it felt wrong, yet he decided to let it slide for now. If this were one of his dreams , it didn’t matter, right?
“Awesome means great, cool, amazing, wonderful. ——- I particularly used it in a sarcastic way. What are you doing here?”
Questioning things was is something Stiles couldn’t help from happening. He had the r i g h t to. He needed to know what was happening to him; it gave him a feeling of control.
A W E S O M E – the word entered her brain through both ears, dancing through her mind & placing itself on the tip of her tongue.
❝ awesome. awesome — ! g o l l y; I love the way it tastes when I speak it so. hmm? oh … I was here to ….. ❞
what could she possibly say? she was here to reach her hands into his heart; pull at his heartstrings & press her poisonous touch against every emotion he had ever felt?
that she would press bloody handprints against his mind; entwining everything golden with darkness & horror. she was here to break his heart.
○ Sleep, was not one of the things he could do at this point … … so night walk to be then. Maybe if he got himself tired, it would help. The forest wasn’t one of the best options for a walk, but it was quiet, and with less —- well, people. She was something he didn’t expect to see there.
” Nothing —- are you for real? I’m just seeing things again. Awesome.”
awesome? she’s not familiar with the common vernacular; so the angel will scrunch up her face in confusion, the question pulling at the right corner of her mouth.
of course she was r e a l — but he didn’t have to know that, not yet anyway.
❝ what does awesome mean?❞
she’ll ignore his question; brushing it aside. really; humans spent too much time questioning things, and not enough time focusing on more important matters.
G R E A T – another one; another human —- looking at her with a frown; assuming that she was Allison Argent; and wondering what Allison Argent could possibly be doing in a forest, at midnight.
