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triskehale ([personal profile] triskehale) wrote2015-07-27 03:21 pm
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Truthfully, Derek doesn't how good of an idea it is to spend so much time with Thomas. It seems like sort of a dangerous, painful road to go down, but then again, Derek isn't known for his fantastic decision making skills.

Thomas is so different that Stiles in so many ways, and Derek likes him for the person that he is dependent of what he looks like, but sometimes Derek looks at him and forgets that he can't reach out and touch him, pull him in. It's confusing, and painful, but Derek pushes past it. Thomas deserves better than to be brushed aside because he looks like the person that Derek was in love with, and he can handle it.

Derek gets up early on Friday morning and puts on running pants and a white tank, and then feeds his cat before pulling on his sneakers. He grabs two protein bars and two bottles of water, throwing them in a plastic bag before heading out the door. He makes it to the Bramford building in no time flat, not even working up a sweat. Once inside, he takes the stairs and then lets out a breath before stepping up to Thomas' door and knocking on it.

This will be fine. Totally, completely fine.

Probably.
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[personal profile] shuck_you 2015-08-13 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Derek's hair just seemed to be different than Frypan's. Frypan was the King of Unruly Hair with follicles sticking out from places Thomas didn't even think hair could grow. Thomas much preferred how Derek looked, smelled, and well, Derek was just all around better. He missed Frypan, sure, but they'd never really been that close.

The longer they lay there, the drowsier Thomas felt. The sun had always seemed to have that effect on him, pushing him down and tucking a blanket around him like a cocoon. Eyes closed, he felt like maybe he was floating up towards the sky. His body felt light, free of the scars both visible and not.

The touch on his wrist didn't startle him. The fingers were warm and searching and Thomas wondered if he could just take Derek with him when he floated away. When the touch disappeared, Thomas allowed a sleepily smile to cross his features.

His wrist still felt warm. He still felt warm.
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[personal profile] shuck_you 2015-08-13 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Thomas felt like he was covered in molasses. Everything seemed slow. The movement of his limbs, the clouds passing overhead, Derek's words. He blinked and time seemed to speed up again. The molasses was gone replaced by a warm fuzziness that fogged up his head.

"Wouldn't want that," Thomas said, pushing himself up and swiping his forearm across his face. He kept expecting his arm to come away covered in dirt or blood but it didn't. It hadn't for several weeks now. "Been way too close to doing both already. Wouldn't recommend it."

He'd probably take the burning over the starving, if he had to choose. Starving to death was like a creeping thing, something that wrapped its bony death claws around you one day and squeezed a week later. It took time. It hurt.

Stretching, Thomas looked over at Derek, taking in the pink on his ears and cheeks. His answer to that was a smile, small and brief, but genuine. Pleased. "Lead the way."
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[personal profile] shuck_you 2015-08-13 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Thomas shivered.

Quicksilver pleasure spread out, sensation arcing down his back and across his hips until Thomas wondered if the entirety of torso was covered in goosebumps. It was just because of the sand. It was the sand and Derek was just being nice.

But, maybe he wondered if Derek's hand had lingered too long for that too be true. Maybe he wanted to ask that but didn't. It seemed like a boundary right now, being too blunt about things like that so Thomas kept on his side of the line. Stayed there where he could enjoy the touch while overthinking them.

He snuck a quick glance back at Derek, expression open and earnest, before wiggling into his clothes. Pants, shirt, socks, shoes and then a hand carded through his sandy hair.

"Think I'm ready," he said after clearing his throat and turning around.
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[personal profile] shuck_you 2015-08-13 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Thomas didn't think he could run anymore even if he'd tried. The swimming, the time in the sun, had left him feeling boneless, like his legs were jelly holding up a body made of air.

He stared down at his feet, watching the new sneakers get scuffed up with dirt and bits of plant that had fallen into the trail. They weren't boots but they'd done pretty well today. He didn't know if they'd survive the Scorch but he wanted to take them back anyway. He could give them to someone else, a Flare infected refugee, in exchange for information or something.

"Yeah," Thomas answered, tearing his attention away from his shoes and focusing it back on Derek. "Yeah, I did. Even though you had to cheat to win."

That was a joke. Thomas had known before Derek had shown up at his door that he'd be on the losing end of a race. Before Thomas knew about Derek's abilities, he'd known that beating Derek in a race was an extreme long shot. "I'll forgive you for that. I'll win next time."

Maybe if Derek let him. Next time.
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[personal profile] shuck_you 2015-08-14 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Thomas did want to leave, he couldn't deny that. The reasons had so little to do with Darrow itself and so much to do with what he'd left behind, with the guilt that he couldn't seem to forget no matter how hard he tried. It was the Flare, running loose in his head, while the cure sat somewhere beyond the Scorch, waiting for him. For them.

Darrow was infinitely better than the barren world he'd left. He wanted to want to stay. He wanted to take a deep breath in the morning and know that it wouldn't be the last thing he ever did. He wanted so much.

"Next time, I'll tell you a secret," Thomas promised, making that choice right now. Someone needed to know and there wasn't anyone that came close to Derek in Thomas's mind. He'd tell him. He'd tell Derek and he'd prepare himself for any reaction that might happen. "Win or lose. I promise."
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[personal profile] shuck_you 2015-08-14 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, I might," Thomas said, laughing quietly. "I ran pretty damn fast when we were being chased by Grievers and trust me, you've got nothing on them."

Derek was his own kind of predator. He was quick where Grievers were slow, controlled where Grievers would run over anything in their path. Grievers were nightmare material. Derek was not.

"And if you catch me, you're not gonna roll over me and pretty much swallow me up," Thomas said, shivering at the thought. He'd let a Griever stab him intentionally and that had been enough. Too much. He couldn't even imagine what it was like to see lightness change to dark as you were sucked into the blubbery flesh of a Griever. Thomas could imagine a lot of terrible deaths and that topped the list.
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[personal profile] shuck_you 2015-08-14 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
The cough caught his attention and that, combined with the sudden flush on Derek's face, made Thomas wonder what had caused it. Derek's opened up to him about a lot in a short amount of time but Thomas knew there was still a lot to him, undiscovered and kept behind a locked door. So, maybe the reaction had been something that Derek had been thinking about or maybe it was something Thomas had said.

He wanted to ask but then Derek's hand was on the back of his neck and asking turned into snickering and shaking his head at Derek's comment. "That'd be appreciated."

He started to say something about how he tasted and thought better of it. Even someone as dense as Thomas when it came to innuendo knew that would evoke some interesting images. Instead, he said, "I think I'd be more fun and a little more interesting if I wasn't kicking around in someone's stomach. I'd rather not be dinner. Or breakfast. Or lunch. Or a snack. Maybe next week I'll change my mind."
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[personal profile] shuck_you 2015-08-14 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Something about that tone of voice made Thomas swallow thickly and forget his words momentarily. He didn't know, couldn't explain it if asked, but it'd happened and he didn't hide it. Thomas licked his lips and nodded.

"We should, yeah," he said, blowing out a breath and stretching languidly, like that was the reason for his speechlessness and exhale. "All that running made me hungry. Need to refuel."
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[personal profile] shuck_you 2015-08-14 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
The only game Thomas was good at was running through a maze like a mouse chasing its cheese except the cheese was constantly somewhere different and there were huge monsters hiding behind all corners.

It made it hard for the mouse to get the cheese. It also showed how absolutely stubborn the mouse could be since no matter how much the maze changed, the mouse kept hunting, not caring if it hit its head against wall after wall.

Games were definitely not Thomas's strong suit. The stretching was an aftereffect of the lazing on the rock and the benefits weren't intentionally given this time.

"If I have, I can't remember," Thomas told him, shaking his head at that familiar refrain. "So, even if I have, it'd be like a first time for me. I know what a waffle is but I don't know the taste. Can't remember it at all."
Edited (derped a word up) 2015-08-14 22:39 (UTC)
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[personal profile] shuck_you 2015-08-15 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
Diners were becoming more and more commonplace the longer Thomas was around Darrow. When he'd first come upon one alone, he'd sat and stared at a menu blankly, unsure of what half the items were. The staff had been patient and helpful, pointing out things they recommended and not seeming too surprised when he asked what certain things were.

Thomas couldn't be sure if the kindness was more due to personality or that they wanted to make sure they'd get paid. He was terribly used to people taking advantage of him, of who he was and that made it hard to trust anyone.

"I'll take your word on the waffle," Thomas said, sliding into the seat across from Derek and leaning back. "Last time I was in a place like this, I ordered...I think it was eggs and some sausage. It wasn't bad. But, waffle today. Let me try it, see if you're telling the truth here."
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[personal profile] shuck_you 2015-08-15 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
It'd been long enough now that Thomas's stomach had mostly adjusted to eating more than meager scraps of food. The first few nights had been a study in how fast he could get to the bathroom and empty the contents of his stomach. Slowly but surely, things had improved and he'd gotten used to having full meals on a regular basis.

He still forgot to eat sometimes, still horded stuff away in case rationing was needed but it wasn't as frequent. The skinniness would probably never go away, though. He ran too much and worried too much to really fill out.

"I'm gonna end up sleeping for a day after this," Thomas said, leaning his cheek against his hand and smiling. "It's still hard to really get that there's so much food so readily available. It just wasn't like that where I came from. We had a good amount in the Glade but nothing like this. And then, after that..."

Then, there'd been nearly starving death followed by food followed more starving.
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[personal profile] shuck_you 2015-08-15 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think it'd be impossible to go hungry in a place like this," Thomas agreed, hiding a smile behind his hand when he bumped his shoe against Derek's in an answering gesture. He remembered when that had first happened too. It'd been a good night. The only things he could remember about the movie was the really strange looking squid and the sounds of so many different people screaming for their lives. But still, it'd been a good night.

"That's a lot of food," he remarked, looking down at his plate with wide eyes. He knew he shouldn't be surprised, all meals here seemed to come in huge portions. This was what it was like to live in a world that wasn't bombed out and left to rot. This was what it was to live in a world that was alive. Such a small thing to most but huge in Thomas's eyes.

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