( How John describes it. Cardiac arrest. His heart skips one beat, with worry, but Stiles clearly survived cardiac arrest. As did Allison and Scott? Stiles mentioned them after, too, so they're still around. )
It worked. They found where their parents were being held. In a root cellar by a preserve outside of town.
[ But he has wards and protections guarding his soul and body. These things are doorstops of a kind. They keep not so savory things from following him back if they were so inclined. ]
It was after that the strange things started happening? The change in him?
[ John sets his glass down and picks up the bottle to add a little more to it. He offers the same for Derek's. ]
It could be. I have spiritual wards that protect me when I do the things that I do. I wasn't lying when I told you it's about how a person uses magic but I toe the line. [ Setting the bottle back down and retrieving his own glass to cradle. He thumbs at the rim of the cup idly. ] It's possible something could have attached itself to him.
Without those protections, it's like leaving your door unlocked in the worst part of town. Only a matter of time before someone works it out.
( John offers, so Derek holds his glass out. He's barely made a dent, but, sure. Pour him up to the brim. )
Something or someone.
( Or, is it both? Derek furrows his brow, thinking about the horrible possibility, like someone being a passenger with Stiles. Maybe hindering his sleep. He is blacking out. )
[ If they are trying to forget what just went down in town and the like? May as well. There's also the bonus of their new topic of conversation. ]
Do you think your friend would be willing to let me talk to him?
[ The unspoken question of: does Derek trust him enough after what happened in town to let him? He isn't trying to push too hard too fast. His resistance to the idea of a dark magic user is completely understandable. ]
( He tips the glass back, drinking about half of what was poured, swallowing it. And, maybe Derek doesn't outright trust him. But, Derek knows he could be helpful for Stiles. So, that's now on his radar. )
Course, figured it was the least I could do after all that.
[ He nods and caps the bottle, finishing off his glass and leaving it on the stair as he sighs, getting to his feet. It's a little cooler out. He might walk a little rather than back to his own place, who knows.
Well, I'm just glad another one didn't manage to get a nibble as well. Don't worry about giving over anything.
[ Should he have had a drink after getting bit? Probably not. Will he continue to make questionable decisions in the future. For certain. The smile he offers isn't snarky or hiding anything. If anything, it's a little fond. ]
It was. [ Not a bad feeling. Not one that John gets to indulge in too often either. He looks around the porch area a moment in thought. ] Even if your friend doesn't want to talk, I could come back another time. Try a boundary spell.
Might put the both of you a little more at ease at least.
( Surprise, Constantine. Derek's all healed up. He can't do anything about you, save for your pain if you wanted that, if he was honest about what he was. )
I will ask, because it's not my place to decide. ( He's not Stiles' alpha. Just his - sort of friend. ) You're welcome to come back. Just - text or call first. I don't like drop-ins.
p[ He's noticed he doesn't seem to be any worse for wear, considering. He's not going to press for information on the matter though. Besides, figuring it out is the best bit. ]
You let me know, big man. [ A grin as he takes a step away then stops. ] I'll make sure I do. Night, Derek.
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Date: 2020-03-26 11:16 pm (UTC)( How John describes it. Cardiac arrest. His heart skips one beat, with worry, but Stiles clearly survived cardiac arrest. As did Allison and Scott? Stiles mentioned them after, too, so they're still around. )
It worked. They found where their parents were being held. In a root cellar by a preserve outside of town.
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Date: 2020-03-28 12:08 am (UTC)[ But he has wards and protections guarding his soul and body. These things are doorstops of a kind. They keep not so savory things from following him back if they were so inclined. ]
It was after that the strange things started happening? The change in him?
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Date: 2020-03-28 11:53 pm (UTC)That's what he described. You think that's what's happening to him. He's sleep walking because he pierced the veil.
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Date: 2020-03-29 08:53 pm (UTC)It could be. I have spiritual wards that protect me when I do the things that I do. I wasn't lying when I told you it's about how a person uses magic but I toe the line. [ Setting the bottle back down and retrieving his own glass to cradle. He thumbs at the rim of the cup idly. ] It's possible something could have attached itself to him.
Without those protections, it's like leaving your door unlocked in the worst part of town. Only a matter of time before someone works it out.
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Date: 2020-03-29 09:02 pm (UTC)Something or someone.
( Or, is it both? Derek furrows his brow, thinking about the horrible possibility, like someone being a passenger with Stiles. Maybe hindering his sleep. He is blacking out. )
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Date: 2020-03-29 10:21 pm (UTC)Do you think your friend would be willing to let me talk to him?
[ The unspoken question of: does Derek trust him enough after what happened in town to let him? He isn't trying to push too hard too fast. His resistance to the idea of a dark magic user is completely understandable. ]
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Date: 2020-03-29 11:36 pm (UTC)( He tips the glass back, drinking about half of what was poured, swallowing it. And, maybe Derek doesn't outright trust him. But, Derek knows he could be helpful for Stiles. So, that's now on his radar. )
Thank you. For the night cap.
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Date: 2020-03-30 01:33 am (UTC)[ He nods and caps the bottle, finishing off his glass and leaving it on the stair as he sighs, getting to his feet. It's a little cooler out. He might walk a little rather than back to his own place, who knows.
Speaking of, though: ] 8347 Starling Lane.
If you need anything.
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Date: 2020-03-30 01:38 am (UTC)( Not that -- he'd offered anything. Derek finishes the contents of his glass and sets it down on the step, using the railing to pull him up. )
This was - nice. ( Turning his brain off, and maybe getting closer to what's going on with Stiles. To speaking to a life-size adult. Even the drink. )
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Date: 2020-03-30 02:25 am (UTC)[ Should he have had a drink after getting bit? Probably not. Will he continue to make questionable decisions in the future. For certain. The smile he offers isn't snarky or hiding anything. If anything, it's a little fond. ]
It was. [ Not a bad feeling. Not one that John gets to indulge in too often either. He looks around the porch area a moment in thought. ] Even if your friend doesn't want to talk, I could come back another time. Try a boundary spell.
Might put the both of you a little more at ease at least.
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Date: 2020-03-30 03:23 am (UTC)I will ask, because it's not my place to decide. ( He's not Stiles' alpha. Just his - sort of friend. ) You're welcome to come back. Just - text or call first. I don't like drop-ins.
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Date: 2020-03-30 06:23 am (UTC)You let me know, big man. [ A grin as he takes a step away then stops. ] I'll make sure I do. Night, Derek.