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muserevival2014-04-06 06:48 pm
likerightnow) wrote in muserevival2014-04-06 06:48 pm
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063.6. Misc/Random prompt
"What we've got here is failure to communicate."
Stiles knew he had screwed up, but he just did not have the energy to fight with Scott. He actually couldn't remember the last time they truly had a fight that led to a fallout warranting the silent treatment or periods of time apart. There had been sort of a brief attempt at when not long after Scott got the bite that fizzled out because Stiles never really had the attention span or stamina to follow through on one. It had been a few years since their last massive fight, and honestly, he could barely even remember what it had been about because it was so much less significant now in the wake of the things they had recently faced together.
Normally, he would give as good as he got, but this time, he just sort of threw in the towel and let Scott get to his butthurt sulking about the fact Stiles hadn't told him something that was pretty damn significant in the grander scheme of things. For one, he didn't even remember outing himself and Isaac the night before when he had been drunk. He had gotten drunk because he just needed to. He needed to shed the past few months and just let loose for awhile. He knew he was a lightweight and he knew his hangovers were nothing short of spectacularly miserable, but he enjoyed cracking a few beers with his friends and chilling out.
After waking up with the Hangover of the Century and discovering his faux pas the night before, he had just crawled miserably back into the tent, zipped it up, and disappeared into his sleeping bag for the next few hours pretending that anything beyond the confines of his makeshift next didn't exist. Isaac came to check on him no less than six times and only earned a muffle grunt of confirmation that he was okay so he left Stiles to his bad mood.
Stiles didn't know how he was supposed to deal with this one. At the time, keeping the whole thing hushed seemed like a good idea. Sure, it didn't prevent him getting hurt and it didn't prevent Isaac getting hurt. Maybe that was why all this was feeling so damn stupid now that he was broodily lamenting over it alone in his tent when they were all supposed to be having fun.
The only thing was, the more he thought about it, the less he could reason out why he hadn't told Scott and the more he felt like a knob about it. His mind had been dragged so through the ringer with the nogitsune making him its bitch that he just wanted an easy ride now. He wanted to be happy and stop long enough to figure out how to get his brain functioning normally again. His whole body was thrown out of whack too, and the nightmares and insomnia still plagued him, though it wasn't a constant drowning darkness and terror in the wake of the ice bath and the subsequent possession by the trickter demon. Simplicity was he wanted. Simplicity and peace.
And love. He wanted love. Because everyone had always made it look so damn cool, and now he had it too, it was definitely all it cracked up to be and then some. But he had really fucked up keeping Scott out of that and he felt bad. It seemed so stupid now, especially realising how much it had hurt Scott. For Stiles, time had zapped by so damn fast that it didn't seem all that long. It wasn't really that long, but it was long enough and somehow, he had to dig his head out of his hungover butt and figure out how to explain to the dude that was like a brother to him why he had kept one of the most important things to ever happen in his life from him.
Stiles Stilinski // Teen Wolf
Stiles knew he had screwed up, but he just did not have the energy to fight with Scott. He actually couldn't remember the last time they truly had a fight that led to a fallout warranting the silent treatment or periods of time apart. There had been sort of a brief attempt at when not long after Scott got the bite that fizzled out because Stiles never really had the attention span or stamina to follow through on one. It had been a few years since their last massive fight, and honestly, he could barely even remember what it had been about because it was so much less significant now in the wake of the things they had recently faced together.
Normally, he would give as good as he got, but this time, he just sort of threw in the towel and let Scott get to his butthurt sulking about the fact Stiles hadn't told him something that was pretty damn significant in the grander scheme of things. For one, he didn't even remember outing himself and Isaac the night before when he had been drunk. He had gotten drunk because he just needed to. He needed to shed the past few months and just let loose for awhile. He knew he was a lightweight and he knew his hangovers were nothing short of spectacularly miserable, but he enjoyed cracking a few beers with his friends and chilling out.
After waking up with the Hangover of the Century and discovering his faux pas the night before, he had just crawled miserably back into the tent, zipped it up, and disappeared into his sleeping bag for the next few hours pretending that anything beyond the confines of his makeshift next didn't exist. Isaac came to check on him no less than six times and only earned a muffle grunt of confirmation that he was okay so he left Stiles to his bad mood.
Stiles didn't know how he was supposed to deal with this one. At the time, keeping the whole thing hushed seemed like a good idea. Sure, it didn't prevent him getting hurt and it didn't prevent Isaac getting hurt. Maybe that was why all this was feeling so damn stupid now that he was broodily lamenting over it alone in his tent when they were all supposed to be having fun.
The only thing was, the more he thought about it, the less he could reason out why he hadn't told Scott and the more he felt like a knob about it. His mind had been dragged so through the ringer with the nogitsune making him its bitch that he just wanted an easy ride now. He wanted to be happy and stop long enough to figure out how to get his brain functioning normally again. His whole body was thrown out of whack too, and the nightmares and insomnia still plagued him, though it wasn't a constant drowning darkness and terror in the wake of the ice bath and the subsequent possession by the trickter demon. Simplicity was he wanted. Simplicity and peace.
And love. He wanted love. Because everyone had always made it look so damn cool, and now he had it too, it was definitely all it cracked up to be and then some. But he had really fucked up keeping Scott out of that and he felt bad. It seemed so stupid now, especially realising how much it had hurt Scott. For Stiles, time had zapped by so damn fast that it didn't seem all that long. It wasn't really that long, but it was long enough and somehow, he had to dig his head out of his hungover butt and figure out how to explain to the dude that was like a brother to him why he had kept one of the most important things to ever happen in his life from him.
Stiles Stilinski // Teen Wolf