Key for this chapter:
Stiles' Thoughts
Anyone Else's Thoughts or Stiles' diary Entries
'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'
///Memories in Stiles' diary entries//
POVs
""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""
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Warning: Alternative POVs
Wednesday 20th, November, 2019
2:10 AM
(A/N: This chapter is flirting lightly with the Dead Dove Do Not Eat vibe to it. Please avoid eating anything before you read it!)
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"You know it's barely been twelve hours since I met you".
Stiles sighed heavily, he was covered in blood, or at least a side of his face was masked entirely, giving him an air of madness.
"What can I say I'm a man of mystery", he snarked giving up on the entire conversation and returning his attention to the man lying under him, pulling his dagger free, he flung the blade aside letting the ground collect the excess blood.
He wiped the blade on the man's clothed thigh, and hummed;
"Now what else should I do to you?" he asked curiously.
"How is he so still?" Peter asked bemused.
"Why are you still here?" Stiles asked instead as he carved a symbol on the silently screaming man's forehead, humming, "Ordinarily, I would have enjoyed hearing you scream, but I didn't know the woods were rife with more supernatural creatures", he scowled as he carved another symbol on the man's torso.
"I didn't know you were aware of the supernatural, I just figured you were out for a jog. Then I caught your scent and well my kids would be supremely disappointed if after all that work of memorizing riddles and studying upon it, for their instructor and reward-giver to just die", he answered and length.
"What a self-serving awareness", Stiles snarked as he carved a symbol on the man's stomach, smirking at the sharp scent of urine hitting the air. "I didn't know you were Supernatural", he finally answered.
"Does that change anything", Peter asked crouching as he focused on the symbols.
"Do you want to date a murderer, isn't that a deal-breaker?" Stiles hissed old memories altering his scent.
"Actually I find it hot", Peter answered ignoring Stiles' startled glance, frankly he was leering at the deceptive human's knife skills.
"This doesn't scare you?" he asked baffled turning back to connecting a few lines of dashes and dots between the symbols.
"Nope. Are you writing Celtic Ogham?" Peter asked awed, "That's an awkward language", he muttered mostly to himself.
"Its not difficult to learn, it's actually quite simple. It's weirdly easy compared to Morse Code", he answered distracted as he hemmed and hawed his way through whatever spell work he was inflicting on the trapped creature beneath him.
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