( He'd say no, that he has to protect a finally sleeping Stiles, but maybe being in front of the door is where he should be. Stiles slipped out once, he's not going to again, not after a -- magic-user and a werewolf block it. And it hasn't been an easy time this month, even the past few days. So Derek doesn't have the heart, or the energy to deny Constantine.
Instead, he sits on the top step of the front of Stiles' townhouse and sets two empty glasses down for when John makes it. )
[ If the two of them can't sit on Derek's stoop and keep Stiles from slipping out then clearly there's something more going on that needs to be looked at. He's slower than his usual pace, mostly from the running about catching up to him. ]
There he is. [ When he finally gets to the address and makes his way up to sit a couple of steps down from Derek. He pulls the bottle out of a bag and cracks it open, pouring out enough to fill both glasses about halfway. The bottle is set within easy reach of them both, and John picks up his to offer a brief toast. ]
( Derek isn't the type to keep a conversation going just because.
John will learn it isn't Derek's townhouse, but Stiles'. Derek's apartment is sparse and barely lived in. Since he'd returned from Rapture and discovered Stiles sleeping in his Jeep, Derek stayed close.
"There he is."
Uh. He said he would be. But, something tells Derek this is how Constantine greets everyone. )
Cheers. ( He doesn't take a large sip, but does actually drink what's poured before holding the glass in his hands. ) Thank you, for your help with that vampire.
[ Reminds him of John's old mate, Chas. Man of few words, that one.
Sounds a bit like when he stayed at Jasper's old place. He never really had a spot of his own, save the house in North Umberland County, but even that wasn't his house. It is now. Long story.
There are a few variations but yes, this is how he greets most everyone.
John takes a healthy sip and nods. His coat collar mostly covers up the bandage on his neck from Katherine before all that. That other bloke had been a short but hell of a fight. He's not sure how much help he was with it, honestly. ]
Course, mate. Glad to do what I can. [ He swirls the liquid in the glass around. ] Did you manage to find your friend?
Yeah. He -- blacked out. But, he's inside getting real sleep. And, if he gets up, we're here.
( If he doesn't sound confident, at least he should sound hopeful. )
This is his house. I live in the David Cliff apartments. ( But, Derek had found him sleeping in his Jeep. Not a place acceptable for sleeping. Not for Stiles, anyway. For Derek, that's a bit of a hypocritical story. )
He says it's been happening more. He doesn't... know why. He was a part of this - ritual. It should've darkened his heart, whatever that means, but it might've...
( He doesn't know how to put it. Caused the sleep walking? )
[ Could be a medical thing. Could also have a more unnatural connotation. ]
You look out for him then. You're a good friend. [ He frowns a little as Derek continues. A tick of his jaw as it clenches. ]
What kind of ritual? [ There's a lot of ways dark rituals can go and he doesn't have all the information he needs to sort it out. Not yet. ] You're worried it's changed something in him.
( Friend is a stretch, Derek wants to say. Derek is in his twenties and Stiles is 16? 17? But, he does look out for him, if only for Scott's benefit. And because, yes, Derek cares. Contrary to what some believe. Contrary to what Stiles used to believe. )
He's different. Talking a mile a minute, still, but always exhausted. Distracted. Sometimes, it seems like he can't get messages through. Like, he forgets how letters work. ( Is that a silly way to describe it. ) Stiles said that he, Scott, and Allison - his friends - they each went into an ice bath. They were held under, all in an effort to find their missing parents. I don't know what kind of ritual. Druidic, if anything. ( He considers his drink, taking a sip. ) It opened them up to - something else. What they experienced after, Stiles described it as bardo. You've heard of it?
hey!! witch hazel is growing on me i looked it up at the library what's with that name? do witches love witch hazel? did some witch named Hazel think "this is how i am going to leave my mark on the world"? did she also come up with hazelnut coffee? man i miss that stuff
Witch hazel isn't derived from witches, or from witches who used it. It's medicinal. Not mystical. Witch hazel got its name from the Old English, wiche. It means pliant and bendable.
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( He'd say no, that he has to protect a finally sleeping Stiles, but maybe being in front of the door is where he should be. Stiles slipped out once, he's not going to again, not after a -- magic-user and a werewolf block it. And it hasn't been an easy time this month, even the past few days. So Derek doesn't have the heart, or the energy to deny Constantine.
Instead, he sits on the top step of the front of Stiles' townhouse and sets two empty glasses down for when John makes it. )
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[ If the two of them can't sit on Derek's stoop and keep Stiles from slipping out then clearly there's something more going on that needs to be looked at. He's slower than his usual pace, mostly from the running about catching up to him. ]
There he is. [ When he finally gets to the address and makes his way up to sit a couple of steps down from Derek. He pulls the bottle out of a bag and cracks it open, pouring out enough to fill both glasses about halfway. The bottle is set within easy reach of them both, and John picks up his to offer a brief toast. ]
Cheers, big man.
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John will learn it isn't Derek's townhouse, but Stiles'. Derek's apartment is sparse and barely lived in. Since he'd returned from Rapture and discovered Stiles sleeping in his Jeep, Derek stayed close.
"There he is."
Uh. He said he would be. But, something tells Derek this is how Constantine greets everyone. )
Cheers. ( He doesn't take a large sip, but does actually drink what's poured before holding the glass in his hands. ) Thank you, for your help with that vampire.
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Sounds a bit like when he stayed at Jasper's old place. He never really had a spot of his own, save the house in North Umberland County, but even that wasn't his house. It is now. Long story.
There are a few variations but yes, this is how he greets most everyone.
John takes a healthy sip and nods. His coat collar mostly covers up the bandage on his neck from Katherine before all that. That other bloke had been a short but hell of a fight. He's not sure how much help he was with it, honestly. ]
Course, mate. Glad to do what I can. [ He swirls the liquid in the glass around. ] Did you manage to find your friend?
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( If he doesn't sound confident, at least he should sound hopeful. )
This is his house. I live in the David Cliff apartments. ( But, Derek had found him sleeping in his Jeep. Not a place acceptable for sleeping. Not for Stiles, anyway. For Derek, that's a bit of a hypocritical story. )
He says it's been happening more. He doesn't... know why. He was a part of this - ritual. It should've darkened his heart, whatever that means, but it might've...
( He doesn't know how to put it. Caused the sleep walking? )
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[ Could be a medical thing. Could also have a more unnatural connotation. ]
You look out for him then. You're a good friend. [ He frowns a little as Derek continues. A tick of his jaw as it clenches. ]
What kind of ritual? [ There's a lot of ways dark rituals can go and he doesn't have all the information he needs to sort it out. Not yet. ] You're worried it's changed something in him.
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He's different. Talking a mile a minute, still, but always exhausted. Distracted. Sometimes, it seems like he can't get messages through. Like, he forgets how letters work. ( Is that a silly way to describe it. ) Stiles said that he, Scott, and Allison - his friends - they each went into an ice bath. They were held under, all in an effort to find their missing parents. I don't know what kind of ritual. Druidic, if anything. ( He considers his drink, taking a sip. ) It opened them up to - something else. What they experienced after, Stiles described it as bardo. You've heard of it?
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witch hazel is growing on me
i looked it up at the library
what's with that name? do witches love witch hazel? did some witch named Hazel think "this is how i am going to leave my mark on the world"? did she also come up with hazelnut coffee?
man i miss that stuff
sorry dumb questions
you want it?
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No.
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ok
sorry if i'm bothering you i won't do it again
you made me so sad with that abrupt text back, lmao
fern is sad kazoo noises
i thought you would be
for potions or whatever
witch business
noooo
And I don't need any. Potions, dead rats, or anything.
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[Waittaminute, he pauses and checks the username.
Oh. Oh.]
auugh!
that text was for Luna not you!
thanks for the lesson on witch hazel though?
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You're welcome. I don't know Luna or I'd pass on the message. If I did, it might end up with someone else. I'll still try.
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Derek.
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