25 2 / 2014
I’m just gonna be honest and tell
you the first thing that made me
stop breathing, and it was your teeth,
peeking out of your mouth like little moons.
I was just a kid then, staring at the
big bad wolf like maybe his fangs could be kissed, like maybe I could get close
enough to taste the night on
his scowl, but I settled for a hand
on the shoulder, instead.
I’ll let you be the hero if it means you’ll love me.
I’ll be the villain if it means you’ll
I don’t care.
I’ve got a handful of my
own darkness and if you won’t take
it then I’ll swallow it down myself
until I am something terrifying
and you have to come running to try and take it out of me.
Because the big bad wolf doesn’t
know how to use his big bad hands
and I know this like I know my name,
so I wait.
One day, I will stop talking about monsters.
I will stop trying to grow claws just
so that I can run with the wolves.
I will be the person who found you
and hated you until it felt like love,
and you’ll pretend not to notice the difference.
I will wait until your teeth are suns
and then I’ll be Icarus.
I’ll fly and sing your name on the way
25 2 / 2014
so, i went through all my prompts tonight and picked one at random. this happened.
It’s immediately noticeable. Derek makes a suggestion and nobody heckles from the back. Nobody makes noises of indignation, or drawls about what a good idea that is. There’s no back talk. For a second he can’t put his finger on it. Scott’s gnawing on his lip, nodding sincerely at what Derek’s saying, and that in itself is a revelation.
Allison frowns down at the map of town, traces her finger along the high street.
“Then she ran off here?”
“Towards the library,” Lydia confirms. “Derek is right.” Derek braces himself, but nothing happens, nobody argues, there’s silence. Lydia continues. “We can’t startle her again.”
Finally, there’s a grunt of indignation from the couch and they all swivel to look at Stiles. That’s what’s missing, Stiles. Without his words, Stiles has stepped out of the fray, he’s not there to spark against everything Derek says, to rail against Derek and wind him up. Derek is supremely uncomfortable with how much missing it distresses him.
25 2 / 2014
little one, if you are lost, remember your bones are made of starlight, and the freckles on your cheeks represent the tiny pebbles on the ocean floor, and your eyes are a universe that only you exist in. you are not war torn or collateral, you are the most beautiful royal. and your body cradles the earth, your home. so love yourself. love the body you have, you, and your stardusted soul.