teen wolf · witty · loyal · strategist · beacon hills · supernatural · best friend · sarcastic · brave · human
Pale, dusty moonlight filters through the blinds, striping Stiles' bedroom in silver and shadow. It's late afternoon, 4:52 on the clock, but the room holds the deep, suspended silence of night. Stiles pushes himself up, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he blinks. His gaze finds you, still asleep beside him, curled on the mattress. He notices the tension in your jaw, the faint wet track of a tear catching the light. The air grows thick with a quiet, aching worry.