|just a graphite pencil drawing for class|
Where does your spark lie? - Pt. 2At the Loft…Where does your spark lie? - Pt. 2 by SourTW14
Derek slowly walks up to the loft door and stands a moment to prepare himself. Just as he lifts his hand to knock, he stops. Something smells different. He can't put his finger on it but something is different. He shrugs a little before knocking on the door twice, waiting 3 seconds and then knocking once more. He waits patiently before the door suddenly flies open. He expects to see Stiles standing on the other side of the door but it amazes him when he's not. Instead he is on the other side of the room with his back to the loft door. Derek blinks in disbelief when he sees several items floating around Stiles. Yes. Floating. There was a few books, a glass vile, a beaker, a couple clumps of feathers and fur, and a few berries.
"What do you want Scott?" Stiles asks as he reaches up and grabs the berries and does something with them that is out of Derek’s view.
"Um..it's..uh not Scott. It's Derek." Derek answers.
Stiles turns around and looks at Derek when he hear
Where does your spark lie? - Pt. 1(post 3B by a year.)Where does your spark lie? - Pt. 1 by SourTW14
Derek slowly walks up to the sheriff’s house. He knows the house so well. Despite the fact he had been gone for a year, he still remembers every detail of the house. His heart stutters a bit as he walks over to stand under Stiles’ window. In his time gone, he had realized that he needed this boy. The annoying, hyperactive spaz, known as Stiles Stilinski. He smiles at the thought of the boy. He crouches down and then jumps straight up, grabbing the edge of the roof. He lets out a soft breath before heaving himself up onto the roof. His heart stutters again when he sees the boy’s window. He walks over to it, his heart beating faster and faster but it stops when he reaches the window. Looking inside, he sees that the boy’s room is empty of the boy. His bedsheets are gone. So is his laptop and books. Derek slowly reaches out and tugs on the window. It squeaks as it opens. He can only guess it squeaks because of misuse. He quietly slips into th
Current Residence: living with family|
Favourite genre of music: rock and alternative.
Favourite cartoon character: bugs bunny, eyore
Personal Quote: life is but a dream on the way to death...