A molten lava that threatened to fold over, wrecking everything in its path, and leaving a pile of ash and rubble. That was what they were. A wrecking ball, destructive in all its glory.
“Liam, wait until we get there” Corey ordered with an authority he had never heard before.
“I can’t!” he repeated as he rolled up the sleeve of his hoodie, exposing his wrist
“Liam” Corey stopped him “Theo hasn’t drunk blood in years and you have no idea what it’s going to be like”
“He’s dying” Liam replied for the hundredth time “I don’t care if it’ll hurts.”
“He won’t, that’s the point!” Corey shouted into the phone “Liam, I swear, it’s going to be the best feeling you’ve ever had in your life.”
Liam didn’t know what to say.
Theo’s heartbeat began to slow dangerously.
Panic dragged him down.
“Liam, you’re not going to stop him and he’s not going to be able to stop himself” he only heard Corey say in the back of his mind “he’s going to kill you”
Dead. Dead. Dead.
“I don’t care”
“Liam wait-”
Liam ended the call, throwing the phone away.
“Theo, you have to drink now” he said to the now inert boy, putting his wrist in front of his mouth.
Theo didn’t move but Liam saw his jaw twitch.
“Please” Liam begged “please drink”
Theo shook his head.
“I… I would kill you” he managed to say, his body struggling fiercely against the poison “and then I would drive a stake through my heart.”
“But now you’re the one dying because of me!” Liam shouted back, watching even the last bit of adrenaline energy start to run out.
“Chocolate chip. My…and Allison’s favorite,” Chris smiled sadly, “I was going to make some anyway, but since you’re so sure you’re going to disappoint, why don’t we partake in an activity that doesn’t involve ammunition and the potential to kill?” Chris shuffled over to the counter, and Nolan reluctantly followed. “You’re going to measure out the ingredients, and I’ll do the mixing and all that. Easy enough, right?” Chris tapped the recipe with his finger.
“I…guess,” Nolan managed, trying not to spill the flour as he scooped. “Do you–did you–have you done this often?” he stammered out.
Chris was checking the mixer almost absent-mindedly, like he didn’t even have to think about it. “I used to, back when Allison was–little, Victoria and I made her cookies all the time, probably too often. She used to love them, until she started “growing out of it,” but she’d still eat them even so,” the sad smile stayed, accompanying Chris’ recollection, “when her mom died, we stopped…and I always regretted that. I didn’t start baking again until…” he trailed off.
Dear phone keyboard, no I am not talking about Liam Hemsworth, I am talking about a gay werewolf in love with his frenemy. Get on the fucking schedule.
Liam is starting to think they should invest in outdoor chairs if Theo is gonna insist on drinking his coffee on the balcony every morning. Or maybe just a broom. Liam tosses some of the dirt and dust away with his shoe, hoping to make himself a small place on the cement but Theo talks before he can decide if it’s worth potentially ruining his jeans.
“You know what would be the easiest thing to do, right?”
It takes Liam a moment to understand what he’s talking about but, the second he does, he tenses, sending a mean glare at the back of Theo’s head. “I don’t want him to be dropped somewhere else again. It’s cruel. It’s not his fault if he has no one.”
Theo sighs and finally turns around to look at him, his cup of coffee safely tucked against his chest. “But there are adults, actual parents here who could-”
“He’s my responsibility,” Liam declares like that should end any discussion on the matter. “Besides, Melissa and the Sheriff work all the time, I don’t think he should be alone.”
“Alright,” Theo says, giving in before it becomes a fight. He drinks some more coffee and his eyes naturally go back to the view of the forest not too far.
There’s a sense of guilt – justified or not – that bubbles in Liam’s stomach until he finally adds, “But if you don’t-”
“I’m not letting you do this by yourself,” Theo says categorically and, when he hears how heartfelt he sounds, he winces in disgust. So, of course, he needs to be a bit of an asshole to balance the scales. “And I’m getting used to you dropping by to hand me my coffee order every day.”
Liam pushes him gently, one second away from making a comment about how soft Theo has become, when a shriek makes them both jump. Inside the apartment, a terrified and agonizing scream shakes the walls. Liam is paralyzed by the strength of it, thinking that it can’t possibly come from Alec. The guy can barely whisper! Obviously, this isn’t Theo’s first time hearing this.
“Your turn, sunshine. My night shift just ended,” Theo sighs before turning towards the view yet again, drinking his coffee as if he couldn’t hear the cries coming from inside.
“He can move freely,” Liam grumbled softly, “I don’t control him.” Scott and Stiles looked at each other in confusion, but he’s my responsibility…and my anchor…and my boyfriend.
“-Iam, are you paying attention?” Scott asked.
“ Huh?” Liam asked. Way to go paying attention Liam. They haven’t even been here for a minute and you’ve already gotten distracted by Theo.
tagging: anyone who wants to because i’m late (as usual)
The fact that this poll managed to be close enough to show a 50/50 result when there was 111,329 votes - and people can’t see the results before voting - is a testament to everything good and pure about this hellsite.
…Can you give us a detail or two about him?” Nolan starts thinking about the violently blue eyes and slight smile. The black spandex mask under the hood is right on his mind. Nolan comes back to see the reporter is simply waiting for any answer so he says, “Tall…” but Nolan cannot keep much of the longing on of his voice. “Any other descriptors?” “Strong. Really tall.” Nolan nods his head.
House would have figured out what’s wrong with Will Graham after nearly killing him and would have been like oh yeah also your therapist has been feeding you poison chicken soup that’s why you’re getting worse, probably should check his freezer too the guys not subtle with the cannibalism. But it’s easy to miss all this when you’re getting bent over the therapy chair instead of sitting in it.
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