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rulesofthewild) wrote2014-08-30 06:58 pm
rulesofthewild) wrote2014-08-30 06:58 pm
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Timed: August 19, 2014
She lives in the same damn building as Stiles. She lives right across the hall from Stiles's Dad. It seems wildly unfair, and almost cruel. These people don't know who she is. The lack of recognition when she'd first seen Stiles and even Derek had stung, more than Malia wants to admit.
But she can't let it show.
She stands on the front steps of the apartment building, and stares at the tenant plate by the door for a long time. They're so close together on the list. Derek and Stiles. Malia Tate. Right there, like nothing. She clenches her jaw briefly, then looks down at her weird, creepy folder with her info in it. There, on her City of Darrow ID, is her address. This is the place.
And Derek and Stiles are right there, too.
Instead of going to her apartment, Malia uses her key to unlock the lobby door, then goes to their floor and knocks. There are a lot of reasons she's doing this, and none of them are reasons she really wants to think about right now.
Hey, they should consider themselves lucky that she's not just walking right in, locks and knobs be damned.
Open to: Stiles and Derek! Tagging order should probably be Stiles → Derek → Malia. ST/LT totally welcome!
She lives in the same damn building as Stiles. She lives right across the hall from Stiles's Dad. It seems wildly unfair, and almost cruel. These people don't know who she is. The lack of recognition when she'd first seen Stiles and even Derek had stung, more than Malia wants to admit.
But she can't let it show.
She stands on the front steps of the apartment building, and stares at the tenant plate by the door for a long time. They're so close together on the list. Derek and Stiles. Malia Tate. Right there, like nothing. She clenches her jaw briefly, then looks down at her weird, creepy folder with her info in it. There, on her City of Darrow ID, is her address. This is the place.
And Derek and Stiles are right there, too.
Instead of going to her apartment, Malia uses her key to unlock the lobby door, then goes to their floor and knocks. There are a lot of reasons she's doing this, and none of them are reasons she really wants to think about right now.
Hey, they should consider themselves lucky that she's not just walking right in, locks and knobs be damned.
Open to: Stiles and Derek! Tagging order should probably be Stiles → Derek → Malia. ST/LT totally welcome!
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It feels like he holds his breath the entire time that Stiles speaks. The words reassure him, as does the press of his back against Stiles' hand, but Derek is still Derek, and his thoughts tend to be ruled by Murphy's law.
Malia is a gorgeous girl Stiles' own age, one who is obviously devoted to him. And Derek, well, he's never felt good enough for Stiles. He spends a long time staring ahead with his brows furrowed, but the silence snaps him out of his thoughts.
Stiles is offering their help, because of course he is. Derek's hand slides around Stiles' hip to pull him a bit closer, thumb slipping under the back of his shirt to press into skin, and he nods. He doesn't know Malia, and he has no idea if his position as alpha means a damn to her, but it's sort of all he has to offer.
"We'll help you," Derek confirms, eyes flashing red briefly. "You have a place here."
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"I'll figure something out." She looks at Stiles. "Goodbye." Hurt flashes briefly across her face, but she quashes it. This isn't his fault. This isn't Derek's fault. It's no one's fault, and that makes her the maddest of all. She can't blame anyone.
She clenches her jaw, then just nods once and turns to leave.