DIVINE MOVE ϟ Stiles Mikaelson (BAMF/ TEENWOLF)

I ϟ I N S A T I A B L E

S O N G S

I. TOXIC ϟ MELANIE MARTINEZ

II. SHES ONLY 18 ϟ RED HOT CHILLI PEPPERS

III. MAD WORLD ϟ JASMINE THOMPSON

IV. GLORY BOX ϟ PORTISHEAD

V. HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN ϟ FIVE FINGER DEATH PUNCH

VI. RUNNING THROUGH THE STREETS ϟ JENSON

VII. ANAESTHETIC ϟ THOMSTON

VIII. MAD HATTER ϟ MELANIE MARTINEZ

IX. SACRILEGE ϟ YEAH YEAH YEAHS

X. RAISE THE DEAD ϟ RACHEL RABIN

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C H A P T E R O N E: I N S A T I A B L E

FOREST⎮INSATIABLE

It was an early autumn morning and a cold chill hung in the air, enveloping me in the comfort that I longed for. The sweet surrendering scent of the morning dew filled the forest with a scent that did not belong on earth but welcomed me nonetheless.

The forest had never cared for seconds or minutes; even hours were inconsequential. The smallest measure of time here is the cycle of daylight and darkness. Even then the forest is more in tuned with the seasons: rebirth brought by the warmth of spring, darkened foliage from summer's kiss, the onset of fall and then the sharp bite of winter. 

Here in the forest so little can happen in the time, it takes for me to change from a young boy to a man, to gain and lose so much. Perhaps that is why I love to be here- it stabilises the rapidity of my thoughts, grounds me in a place where the ticking of clocks is unregarded. A place where I can let go of the demands of technology, the requirements of the pack.

The dark shadows of the full trees and the surrounding bushes had become the backbone of the forest, standing as passive protectors of a peaceful place. They became individuals with emotional value, one evoking darkness and another standing in the light of some wisdom. It was refreshing, not to be alone, but sadness spread through me. Delving into the depths of my heart and gripping my lungs, revoking a breath of freedom.

There is some movement of mammals; sometimes others lurk in the darkness, I'd grown to learn not to trust my shadow because whatever hides beneath the darkness is not always friendly.

I tilt my head upward, feeling my hair fall to the power of gravity; the pines are several houses tall, reaching toward the golden rays of spring. Birdsong comes in lulls and bursts, the silence and the singing working together as well as any improvised melody. A pained smile paints itself upon my gaunt face, rose-pink lips semi-illuminated by the dappled light. Before I know it my feet begin to walk, body and mind both on autopilot - it's morning time after all and no-one expects me home, no one expects me anywhere.

The forest is the orchestra of my mind, playing one enchanting symphony after another. The wood's leaves dance to an unheard beat, whispering their songs to the wind. In here, sheltered by the mighty trees, is every kind of life, from the small beetle to enchanting birds of every colour. I hold my hands up to feel the cascading light, a bright white shaft illuminating the path that takes me onward and home.