His Enchantress | Void & Stiles

𝟓. 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐒

━━━━･❪ ↯ ❫ ･━━━━

WHEN ASTRID woke up the last thing she expected was to be cuddled up with Stiles, in his car, naked.

   But alas, things never seem to be in Astrid's favor.

   After a major freak-out and an incredibly awkward silence, while they got redressed, they both now sat in the jeep. Stiles was looking through his phone and the news, trying to get caught up in what happened while they were possessed and Astrid was peeling back her skin around her thumb, avoiding all eye contact with Stiles because the feeling of him would just come flooding back like an unwanted wave.

There was an uncomfortable feeling present in both of their chests like they weren't all that there. Certain emotions, they could feel, but it was strange. Like a part of them was missing.

    "It texted my dad, and told him to stop looking for us." Stiles spoke up, putting his entire focus on their disappearances because if he didn't, the unbearable pressure of the fact that they both lost their virginity to each other even though they don't remember would make him lose it. "I should call him, tell him where we are."

    Astrid licked her lips, "I can't go back." He turned to her for the first time that morning. "At least not yet," she mumbled, absently staring out the window with wet eyes.

    "Why?" He asked, putting down his phone for a moment.

     "They think I..." she hesitated, lip quivering. "They think I killed my roommate. Apparently, her wounds looked really similar to my-my mom's."

    Stiles's eyes softened as Astrid desperately continued— like if she didn't get it out in time he would accuse her of lying. "But-but I didn't- okay? I swear it was her, it's always her."

    She sobbed, allowing herself to cry for Rosalia and Stiles leaned forward, cupping her cheek in a large palm, "hey, hey," he cooed softly, "it's okay, I believe you."

    Wide eyes stared back at him and she grinned albeit small; he believed her.

    "But we have to do something," he said, tightening his grip on her face slightly to get her to understand. "Because we caused the accident and whatever we've been doing, it's bad."

At the reminder of the bookbag by her feet, she nodded, sniffling, "I know, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, none of this is your fault."

Astrid tilted her head and held the hand that was cupping her face, "it's not yours either." She reminded gently.

He grinned at her as she sighed, leaning down to lift the rather heavy bag, "so where do we go for this?"

A light bulb seemed to turn on in his head because he quickly started the jeep up, turning to pull them back on the road. "The High School. That's where Scott is."