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[useofcuriosity]

 

 

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Everyone shift to the left (your character is a werewolf? Now they're a banshee. Or a hunter. Whatever!)
Nogitsune Stuff
Grey's Anatomy Universe
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[useofcuriosity]

It's there long enough for him to get a taste, and that gets a sort of half-smirk smile from him. When Jackson goes to leave, he stands and isn't it a little strange how he's in the doorway before Jackson can get out of it. Weird. "Isn't that what I'm doing?"

[bigkanimaoncampus]

Jackson halted, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn't even heard Stiles move. Shock and maybe a little fear shown plain on his face, as he glanced back at where the other had been sitting. Now he knew he had to get out of there. "I don't have time for this," he said, trying to sound just as tough and irritated as always. "Now get out of my way." There was an attempt at a threatening tone, but his conviction had been shaken. If Stiles could move like that, could he be hurt?

[lefthandedgenius]

She stares at him. She actually stares at him, gaping a little. "Why are you doing this on your own?" she asks, her tone quietly stunned. "You're acting like you think you're on borrowed time but you don't know for certain, and even if you are, we've got one of the top neurosurgeons in the world right down the hall, Stiles!"

Wow. She's actually really upset. Way more upset than even she might have expected.

[useofcuriosity]

Stiles smiled. "You could make me. We both know you want to. Push me out of the way, or something. But I think you're afraid of me." Tilting his head and leaning a little closer. "Oh, you're very afraid of me."

[bigkanimaoncampus]

"Afraid? Of you?!" Well, that erratic heart beat said otherwise. But he wasn't going to willingly show it. To prove that, he moved to do exactly what the thing wear Stiles' face had guessed. To push him out of the way so he could get out of the room.

[useofcuriosity]

"Scott has his own problems. Everyone has their own problems, Lydia." Especially here. Beacon Hills has it's deathy nicknames for a reason. "I didn't mean to upset you."

[useofcuriosity]

Which, it seems, is exactly what he wanted Jackson to do. No sooner is the boy pushing him than Stiles has his hand in a tight grip, pulling him even closer. "You're really upset, aren't you? Really freaking out here, Jackson. Maybe you should just try to let it all go."

[bigkanimaoncampus]

Upset didn't even begin to describe it. He was terrified. And pissed. How the hell could Stiles be that strong? He jerked his arm. Trying to get free. Trying to slam his elbow into Stiles' chest. Anything would do. "Get your hands off me," he growled through grit teeth.

[lefthandedgenius]

"You didn't mean to upset me." She begins pacing back and forth. "You're an idiot, did you know that? The smartest nitwit I've ever met. This isn't something you avoid. Not using the resources at your disposal is a mistake. Thinking like you're on borrowed time is a mistake." She levels a look at him. "What do you care if I'm upset, anyway?"

She's actually, well. She realizes she's actually a little angry at him.

[useofcuriosity]

And yet? Stiles does exactly the opposite. He keeps his hand gripping Jackson's arm, and it seems to get even tighter. If Jackson were to look, he might see those black lines that indicate pain is being taken away. Pain. Chaos. Strife.

"Shhhh, it's okay, Jackson. Don't worry about it. It's not like she'll care. It's not like anyone will care. You didn't even bother getting back with the pack, why should they?"

[useofcuriosity]

He watches her pace, almost fascinated by it. He's heard her yell at the others, even heard her given dress-down lectures. He's never really been on the receiving end of one before. It's fascinating. And a little frightening.

Then she asks that question, and he gives her a look. "You're joking, right?"

[lefthandedgenius]

She stares at him like what? and upon realizing he's not psychic, "No? Why would I joke about that?"

She appears genuinely clueless.

[bigkanimaoncampus]

His struggle halted the moment he saw those black tendrils. He'd had experience drawing pain, but he wasn't in pain. Not physically. And it was by no means making him feel better. If anything, it was making things worse. Before he could resume his struggle. Before he could figure out what was going on, Stiles dropped that on him. Simple words that were as painful as a knife to his chest.

"I don't need them," he lied. As if to prove it he shifted, trying to slam his shoulder into the other's chest. Hoping to dislodge that iron grip on his wrist. So he could run as far away as possible.

[useofcuriosity]

"Now who's brilliant and not really that bright at the same time?" Staring at her. "You really don't get that I've basically had a crush on your since the day we met?"

[useofcuriosity]

The feeding doesn't really seem to do much for Stiles, physically. If anything, he looks paler. More like death microwaved and then microwaved again. But the grip goes stronger, and when Jackson tries to slam into him? Stiles uses it to slam him right back and towards one of the benches. "Really? Then why were you going to call her?"

[bigkanimaoncampus]

He stumbled back, shocked. But only a few steps. Stiles may have been strong, but he still had his reflexes. His teeth grit hard, anger fueled by overwhelming fear. He was through talking. His knee came up, slamming toward Stiles' midsection. It put him at a serious disadvantage of balance, but he seriously underestimated Stiles' strength still.

[lefthandedgenius]

"I've been busy," she protests, like she's not certain how to deal with this news. "With surgeries. The program." Nevermind that everyone else seems to regard the on call room as the booty call room.

"Does that mean if I asked you to, you'd get tested and actually get neuro on board?" she challenges him.

[useofcuriosity]

Connection, at least and at last. Or maybe Stiles just wants to chase something now. Either way, he lets go.

For now.

"Why are you fighting me? I'm not going to kill you? What would be the point of that? I could do a lot more interesting things to you. Do you know, they gave me your venom."

[useofcuriosity]

"Everyone is busy with surgeries and the program."

He stares at her, for a long moment. Would he? For her? For Scott? Either of them, if they asked. Would he? "Yes." It's part of the reason he hasn't even really discussed this with Scott.

[lefthandedgenius]

She purses her lips. Studies him for a long moment.

"Please get tested. If you're positive, please get Scott and the rest of the neuro team on board. Take me out to dinner."

Well, none of that was actually her asking him anything.

[bigkanimaoncampus]

Released, he stumbled back. And upon getting his footing, bolted for the door. The mentions of Lydia were nothing compared to what the mention of that venom did. The sudden surge of terror. A reminder of what he'd done. What he'd been. But it didn't slow him down. Putting everything he had into getting away.

[useofcuriosity]

So he noticed. And he sort of wonders why. He looks at her, watches her a little warily. "Dinner?"

[useofcuriosity]

It got a grin from the Nogitsune, at least. The bolting. The terror. He strolled, leisurely, down the hallways. He could catch up at any time, and he knew Jackson could still hear him. For now. "Does that worry you? Scare you? Turning back into that. Is that why you came back here?"

[bigkanimaoncampus]

There was nothing he feared more. It was what haunted his nightmares on a nightly basis. Hearing it spoken aloud, he faltered. Nearly crashed into the floor. It didn't slow him for long, but it made him far more frantic. If he he could just get to his car, he'd be fine. But that meant getting to the door.

[lefthandedgenius]

"Dinner. That thing you eat in the evening. Or don't. If you'd rather not. You weren't going to get tested or ask for help, so it makes sense that you weren't going to ask me out, either." She shrugs one shouldered. "Or don't. If you'd rather not."