for rynn } { open rp shenanigans

[iluvroadrunner6]

Free for all shenanigans happening here. Comment with a character request or let me to surprise you. I'm good with picture prompts, other wordly, tfln, or just a blank comment and I will come up with a starter.

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Because hell if I could decide on a gif >.>

[batting]

[impetere]

[Derek and Cora are leaving.

She doesn't know if Derek is going to stay gone - and she doesn't know if she will either - but she also knows they need some time to themselves to figure out exactly where they stand sibling wise. They lost a lot of time and therefore have a lot of time to make up for, but they'll figure it out, one way or another.

She's heading back into the loft to finish packing, when she finds Stiles sitting there, facing the window. She frowns as she slows, before moving to sit next to him.]

What are you doing here?

[batting]

[ He looks up when she enters - managing not to jump despite the eerie way both she and her brother seemed to be able to move without making a sound. He'd like to think maybe he's getting used to it by now. ]

Will you believe me if I say house-sitting? It sounds so much better than breaking and entering. Not that I broke anything. This time. Promise.

[ He offers the excuse with a crooked smile, one corner of his lips hitching up higher than the other as he shifts slightly to angle towards her.

He gives a faint motion to the duffel on the bed, the cardboard box half-filled on the counter. ]

You're going then?

[impetere]

[That crooked smile draws a small one in return from her, before she moves to sit next to him with a shrug.]

For a little while, anyway. We gotta figure out ... us, I guess. And it might be easier to do without Beacon Hills interfering.

[batting]

[ He stays sitting, waiting for her to join him, leaning forward to prop his elbows on his knees and watch her. ]

Anything is easier without Beacon Hills interfering. It does that a lot. [ His voice is wry, lips quirking crookedly. ] Do you know where you're going? Or is that top secret?

[impetere]

[She gives a small shrug.]

Wherever Derek wants to go, I guess. He's the one driving. It's not like I have anywhere special to go.