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blisters on my feet ❧ i crawl back home
Who: allison argent (
driven ), isaac lahey (
algidity ), and (mirror) scott mccall (
exercise )
Where: gaming room!
When: rn
Rating: pg-13, warnings for mirror!scott being disgusting
Summary: lots of dumb internal monologue and html choices via me i'm so sorry
The Story:
[ Surging power is something this Scott has never felt before - surely he once thought he was strong, but now he's invincible. He's the Messiah. He's some sort of fucking holy, God blessed, strong. Unbeatable and unstoppable and finally getting the recognition he deserves.
Some part of him is still miffed he couldn't become an alpha on his own.
( the real Scott claws at his inners, beats the cold, birdcage confines of this Scott's soul )
( he begs to be released )
better ask your boyfriend for that, bucko
maybe we'll go to your girlfriend this time
who gets you off better?
please
i'm dying to know
Because what could that Scott do that this one couldn't? Mess up everything and bask in weakness - make pathetic friends that turn their back on him, starve him of the affections he so desires? What of Allison - the girl he can't quite reach - or Isaac - the boy directly in his palm? What of Stiles?
( begs )
He's weak. He's pathetic. Some part of this Scott wants to hurl knowing their souls are so intertwined right now - wants to claw up this body that isn't his, just to make the other sick, broken, ( begging ) battered. But this body is a gift and this Scott isn't wasting it - and he's waited too long to feel raw power, suffered far too much to ( stop ) go back now. He won't relinquish his hold so quickly. Won't give in to the sobs of the inner Scott who pleads ( stop, don't, no ) on his hands and knees.
( don't go there, don't go to them, please, please, please )
Oh, he's going. Headed straight towards "them" with a wicked grin plastered on his face, fists ( no ) clenching and ( you don't have to ) unclenching with each ( just stop it ) step.
( not them, not them, anyone but them ) Yes, them. It's them that Scott wants, them this Scott wants to destroy - for amusement, for manipulation. To break down whatever strength the inner Scott thinks he might have, to make him realize no, you're really weak, you're really fucking weak and pathetic and I hate you.
and you know what
soon they'll hate you
too.
He's confident. Cocky, more so, while he rasps the back of his knuckles against the wood of their gaming room - sniffing around to make sure the scents are all there. Stiles seems to be missing but that's fine - Scott can settle for two for now and he'll probably want to give Stiles a special treatment anyway, for having a face like his damned mirror. He wears his best puppy dog expression, eternally mocking what an idiot he must look like. ]
Isaac? Allison-- [ It catches, and he knocks again, before shoving his hands in his pockets. ] Guys, it's me - it's Scott.
[ The real Scott he wants to say, but figures that might be too much. Too soon. Internally Scott falls wild in his confines, slamming his body over any walls he sees, bruising his soul like he actually gives a damn.
( allison and isaac, don't, not them, no, please )
shut the fuck up. ]
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Where: gaming room!
When: rn
Rating: pg-13, warnings for mirror!scott being disgusting
Summary: lots of dumb internal monologue and html choices via me i'm so sorry
The Story:
[ Surging power is something this Scott has never felt before - surely he once thought he was strong, but now he's invincible. He's the Messiah. He's some sort of fucking holy, God blessed, strong. Unbeatable and unstoppable and finally getting the recognition he deserves.
Some part of him is still miffed he couldn't become an alpha on his own.
( he begs to be released )
better ask your boyfriend for that, bucko
maybe we'll go to your girlfriend this time
who gets you off better?
please
i'm dying to know
Because what could that Scott do that this one couldn't? Mess up everything and bask in weakness - make pathetic friends that turn their back on him, starve him of the affections he so desires? What of Allison - the girl he can't quite reach - or Isaac - the boy directly in his palm? What of Stiles?
He's weak. He's pathetic. Some part of this Scott wants to hurl knowing their souls are so intertwined right now - wants to claw up this body that isn't his, just to make the other sick, broken, ( begging ) battered. But this body is a gift and this Scott isn't wasting it - and he's waited too long to feel raw power, suffered far too much to ( stop ) go back now. He won't relinquish his hold so quickly. Won't give in to the sobs of the inner Scott who pleads ( stop, don't, no ) on his hands and knees.
Oh, he's going. Headed straight towards "them" with a wicked grin plastered on his face, fists ( no ) clenching and ( you don't have to ) unclenching with each ( just stop it ) step.
( not them, not them, anyone but them ) Yes, them. It's them that Scott wants, them this Scott wants to destroy - for amusement, for manipulation. To break down whatever strength the inner Scott thinks he might have, to make him realize no, you're really weak, you're really fucking weak and pathetic and I hate you.
soon they'll hate you
too.
He's confident. Cocky, more so, while he rasps the back of his knuckles against the wood of their gaming room - sniffing around to make sure the scents are all there. Stiles seems to be missing but that's fine - Scott can settle for two for now and he'll probably want to give Stiles a special treatment anyway, for having a face like his damned mirror. He wears his best puppy dog expression, eternally mocking what an idiot he must look like. ]
Isaac? Allison-- [ It catches, and he knocks again, before shoving his hands in his pockets. ] Guys, it's me - it's Scott.
[ The real Scott he wants to say, but figures that might be too much. Too soon. Internally Scott falls wild in his confines, slamming his body over any walls he sees, bruising his soul like he actually gives a damn.
shut the fuck up. ]