@PrettyPlusSmart@BrainySecond@MoreThanAnAlly -> could be biased for his lean to #Lydia's favor. We need to keep an open mind.
"But yes, I'm also definitely saying that #DerekHale is on the list of suspects. Something doesn't sit right with me." Standing by the couch with my arms folded, I arch a brow at #Sam.
@PrettyPlusSmart@BrainySecond@MoreThanAnAlly -> in the name of love-- temporary insanity, even-- if it helps you sleep at night, but that guy is a suspect, too." For me, I'm just stating the facts. I'm the third-person point-of-view here. #Allison's biased for being her best friend and #Stiles' friend. Hell, even #Sam ->
@MoreThanAnAlly -> Oh hell yes. But we've leaned into and backed off multiple times now. It's about timing. I'm good with the bait and switch thing we have.
-> this place doesn't even entirely have to deal with the #Hales but what these woods draw in."
I'm just tossing ideas out. It's all part of my process. In fact, #Allison gets more constructive answers than I'd be spit-balling with #Sam. I like to annoy him with saying dumb ->
@MoreThanAnAlly -> "C'mon. Let's head up to the main house for a drink. Even if those two are busy, I'm fresh out here and we can show them up this once with a fresh start on the case files and listed suspect."
Would I be okay staying here and falling into debauchery? ->
@MoreThanAnAlly -> laptop.
Parting her thighs as I return, a dip and a kiss sets the intention of the transition. "So, we telling your dad then? ...you basically just told me to move in.. Will #Lydia let us live here?"
@MoreThanAnAlly -> always figured or we evolve. If the #Argents make it possible, maybe it is.
Hand rucking up her shirt and settling on the small of her spine, I grip her thigh in another hand; moving her and I when I stand, she ends up seated on the table briefly, before I move #Sam's ->
@MoreThanAnAlly -> the word.
"I know...I already /know/...you'd make me happier than I've ever been. That's dangerous, #Allison, for you and me..." Letting myself believe in it all for now, hell, who knows? There's gotta be an ending to all of this. Either we go with what I ->
@MoreThanAnAlly -> second, because I know better.)
"There's still this mission. There's still avenging my mom and...now #Sam's last girlfriend." Whispering against her mouth, I linger. "But maybe. Maybe we break the cycle. Maybe it's predestined..."
There's a smile for reusing ->
@MoreThanAnAlly -> that easy. I want it to be, though.
Just like when she spells it, I want her invitation to be the be all-end all to our problems. #Sam and I. We could be happy here. I'm delusional enough to tell myself for a split second that it's why Dad sent /us/. (Split ->
@MoreThanAnAlly Serenity settles in the way she kisses me, like the world could simply dissolve and drop into the background here-- like Beacon Hills would take out demons (quite literally) in stride and provide a home base and a haven...like it has for her family. I know it's not ->
@MoreThanAnAlly -> father, like son..."
Singular. Singular, because #Sam always questioned the shit I didn't. #Sam said no. #Sam left. From the moment I ran out of that house in Lawrence, Kansas with a baby brother swaddled in my arms-- I changed. I /am/ this kind of person. ->