Nemeton
[[First part is waaay backdated to December 13th and closed to Scott. Second is part of Croatoan!plot and both will likely have slight spoilers of the most recent Teen Wolf episode (3.13/Anchors).]]
Talking about what had happened was probably not going to make anything better, but Stiles knew it wasn't fair to keep it from Scott any longer. There was so much to say, that he had even tried to write it down in hopes of remembering everything besides what was most vivid to him, but he'd go slow and try to explain what he could, for his friend's sake.
Stiles knocked on Scott's door. He looked more tired than usual, but Stiles was never one to actually get much sleep anyway, right?
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Stiles had been lying to himself for a while now. He had been far from okay even before coming to this village, but the dreams had stopped upon arrival, though he could never shake the feeling of something being very wrong. And then came the day that strange man attacked him. He'd been half tempted to hit him with the branch at least a dozen more times, but he'd stopped himself, which he thought was pretty good.
Things gradually got worse and now the dreams were back now more than ever. He was pretty sure he was hearing voices this time around too. A woman's soft whisper? That was new. Everything was ticking him off, which was definitely not a good start to the year. He continually had a feeling of some thing about to attack him.
He didn't know whether he was asleep or awake, and one night he seemed to have just woken up and found himself out in the streets with a bloody knife in his hand.
"Oh come ON!" Stiles yelled angrily. "What the hell is happening?!"
Talking about what had happened was probably not going to make anything better, but Stiles knew it wasn't fair to keep it from Scott any longer. There was so much to say, that he had even tried to write it down in hopes of remembering everything besides what was most vivid to him, but he'd go slow and try to explain what he could, for his friend's sake.
Stiles knocked on Scott's door. He looked more tired than usual, but Stiles was never one to actually get much sleep anyway, right?
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Stiles had been lying to himself for a while now. He had been far from okay even before coming to this village, but the dreams had stopped upon arrival, though he could never shake the feeling of something being very wrong. And then came the day that strange man attacked him. He'd been half tempted to hit him with the branch at least a dozen more times, but he'd stopped himself, which he thought was pretty good.
Things gradually got worse and now the dreams were back now more than ever. He was pretty sure he was hearing voices this time around too. A woman's soft whisper? That was new. Everything was ticking him off, which was definitely not a good start to the year. He continually had a feeling of some thing about to attack him.
He didn't know whether he was asleep or awake, and one night he seemed to have just woken up and found himself out in the streets with a bloody knife in his hand.
"Oh come ON!" Stiles yelled angrily. "What the hell is happening?!"