"the world breaks everyone, and afterward, many are strong at the broken places"
- ernest hemingway
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teen wolf and supernatural crossover
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*·༘ ➳〔 ᴏɴ ᴀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴ 〕 ࿐ ࿔*:
CURIOSITY. A trait known and cursed into the Winchester siblings. For years it has been the downfall of Eloise Winchester. She had scars to prove it. At ten years old, she scraped her knee across the pavement from running towards the rainbow, wondering what appears at the end of it. At 13, she got grounded for snooping around the police station with Stiles, potentially ruining a police case by tampering with the evidence. She had been so curious to figure it how the fire started. At 15, a mysterious case of a body cut in half laid in the forest reserve, caught her attention. She dragged her friends down to the woods to discover the body herself.
And that led her here. Laying down on her soft striking blue coach, her legs propped on the head of the coach with her eyes glued to her phone. Her half-eaten Chinese takeout left unattended on the table along with papers scattered everywhere.
ELLE
Well is she okay?
BILES
Besides the trauma of people knowing she ran in the woods naked for 3 days terrified and scratches from the branches that might get infected
Yeah she's okay
ELLE
I really do hate you sometimes
BILES
Sure you do
ELLE
Whatever
Settle it. I'm staying in tonight
She closed her phone and threw it to the side. Her hand darted towards her coffee mug and gulped it down. She had been cooped up in her couch, wearing the same clothes she had been since morning. A baggy white-tee and sweatpants. She drank coffee like her life depended on it. More like others depended on it. On a daily basis, she could survive an entire day on three hours of sleep with the help of caffeine. But of course it had to be made her way. Black coffee mixed with some creamer and a tad bit of caramel.
Having finished her fourth cup of the day, she flipped through the book that probably makes up about 70% of her personality. Greek Mythology: Tales of Gods. The dark brown leather cover looked as it had gone through war and back. The bindings were surprisingly still intact. The pages slightly stained a tan beige with beautiful curved letters written in every page she flipped. Her mother had passed her the book after cleaning the attic a few years back. From then, she had cherished and memorised every line that was written.
