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triskehale) wrote2013-09-11 03:02 pm
triskehale) wrote2013-09-11 03:02 pm
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It's late by the time Derek trudges out of the woods, sun long gone. He doesn't usually leave the woods in wolf form, but he doesn't hear anyone around and he goes seemingly unnoticed as he slinks through the streets, bundle of fabric clutched between his strong jaws.
The fire escape is easy enough to maneuver and his bedroom window is still open a crack, a habit he can't shake even though Stiles lives in their den now, rather than above it. Derek noses it open with his muzzle and climbs through, claws clicking softly against the polished hardwood. He flicks his ears and tilts his head, confirming that Stiles is in his room down the hall. Derek spits out the bundle and yawns, stretching his jaw.
The clothes unravel to reveal the rabbit inside. Its soft, lifeless body rolls across the floor and Derek cocks his head, ears perked up. He doesn't really remember tucking the rabbit into his bundle because his belly is full enough, but then he recalls reading Stiles' words in his human form. Derek is good for keeping Stiles protected and fed, and he wants to at least do a good job of that.
He flattens his ears back against his head and scoops the rabbit up, slinking gracefully out of his bedroom and down the hall to Stiles' room. The door is shut and Derek whines softly, setting the rabbit down in front of it, still too settled in his wolf-brain to realize that it isn't really the type of food Stiles enjoys but hoping it's a good offering all the same. He considers scratching at the door and trying to get Stiles' attention, but it occurs to him that Stiles probably doesn't even want to see him after their fight earlier.
He goes back to his room with his tail between his legs and hops up onto the end of his bed, turning around in a circle and lying down to curl up and rest his head on his paws, staring sadly at the door.
The fire escape is easy enough to maneuver and his bedroom window is still open a crack, a habit he can't shake even though Stiles lives in their den now, rather than above it. Derek noses it open with his muzzle and climbs through, claws clicking softly against the polished hardwood. He flicks his ears and tilts his head, confirming that Stiles is in his room down the hall. Derek spits out the bundle and yawns, stretching his jaw.
The clothes unravel to reveal the rabbit inside. Its soft, lifeless body rolls across the floor and Derek cocks his head, ears perked up. He doesn't really remember tucking the rabbit into his bundle because his belly is full enough, but then he recalls reading Stiles' words in his human form. Derek is good for keeping Stiles protected and fed, and he wants to at least do a good job of that.
He flattens his ears back against his head and scoops the rabbit up, slinking gracefully out of his bedroom and down the hall to Stiles' room. The door is shut and Derek whines softly, setting the rabbit down in front of it, still too settled in his wolf-brain to realize that it isn't really the type of food Stiles enjoys but hoping it's a good offering all the same. He considers scratching at the door and trying to get Stiles' attention, but it occurs to him that Stiles probably doesn't even want to see him after their fight earlier.
He goes back to his room with his tail between his legs and hops up onto the end of his bed, turning around in a circle and lying down to curl up and rest his head on his paws, staring sadly at the door.