"life was a willow and it bent right to your wind. head on the pillow, i could feel you sneakin' in."
gracella has one task. one. befriend stiles stilinski, use him to threaten scott mccall. but she doesn't know how persuasive he can be with those h...
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"such a shame this is how it ends for you, is it not?"
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In light of being poisoned by someone, who she assumes is the Darach, she decided she, once again, owed Stiles Stilinski. It was getting to be a bad habit at this point since she had long since abandoned her mission of befriending him. Deucalion didn't even want her to continue, he thought it was a bit pointless seeing as he wasn't being receptive to her at all. Even if he was, he just had a weird way of showing it. Besides, Aiden had done a great job with Lydia and she was important to both Scott and Derek.
Stiles was just odd to her. She has a slight hand in almost killing Derek, he helps her anyway. She has an actual hand in killing his friend, he helps her anyway. It was like he didn't care, even though he obviously did. He wasn't completely like Scott who hated everything about the idea of murder, Stiles turned away from it, but he wasn't against it if it came to it. But still, he didn't appreciate the twins dropping Boyd onto Derek's claws while she was keeping the electricity off so her pack could complete that.
But he still wanted to help her. He still wanted something from her, but she wasn't really sure what that was. Obviously, he wanted her to be good, transfer herself to his side, but she couldn't do that. And he needed to see it.
Which brought her to his window, sitting on the ledge until he noticed her. She didn't want to rush it by climbing in his room if he didn't want her in there. It would be fine if they had the conversation with her sitting on his window ledge and him inside his room.
Once he finally entered, he jumped when he saw her sitting there. He was muttering under his breath when he came up to the window and opened it.
"What are you doing here, Grace?" Stiles asked her. "Better yet, how do you know where I live?"
"How about 'hi, Grace, how are you this fine evening?'" She joked, turning her head to look at him, less than five inches away from his face. "Hi Stiles, I'm having a great night, how about you?"
All he did was give her an unimpressed look, but moved away from the window and offered her a hand to pull her inside. She accepted it and climbed inside, looking around the room. Dark grey with movie posters littering the walls, a desk in the corner, and a big board with tons of string running across it in every direction right beside his bed.
"So, I wanted to talk to you," Grace said after a few awkward seconds.
"Will there be a thank you in this talk?" Stiles rose his brows, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yes," She rolled her eyes. "Right now, actually. Thank you for saving my life at that creepy hotel, and thank you for saving my life after I got poisoned. I'm not really sure why you do it, I mean I'm completely against you."
