[ Arrival in the mansion had been rocky, to say the least. For Stiles, it's still trying to reconcile what's real and what isn't--he's had enough flashbacks to the mansion as it is, enough people trying to kill him or screaming at him about what happened, whether it was at home or here in Wonderland.
It's left him mostly wandering around the new mansion with his arms folded, clutching onto his biceps and looking for something to ground him in the present. Right now, everything feels like walking through one of his dreams, and the sight of someone familiar, finally, someone who wasn't a ghost, eases a little of the permanent tension in his shoulders. Maybe--maybe it's as real as he thought it was.
He makes his way over to Emma slowly, speaking up quietly to get her attention. ] ...Emma. [ She looks the same as from home, and he tries for a tired, lopsided smile. ] You aren't one of these crazy illusions that thinks they're in the past, right?
[ It's got a hint of sarcasm to it, and he slouches forward a little closer to her, seeking the comfort in someone else who's just as lost as he seems to be. ]
december fifteenth aaand idk by the stockings!
It's left him mostly wandering around the new mansion with his arms folded, clutching onto his biceps and looking for something to ground him in the present. Right now, everything feels like walking through one of his dreams, and the sight of someone familiar, finally, someone who wasn't a ghost, eases a little of the permanent tension in his shoulders. Maybe--maybe it's as real as he thought it was.
He makes his way over to Emma slowly, speaking up quietly to get her attention. ] ...Emma. [ She looks the same as from home, and he tries for a tired, lopsided smile. ] You aren't one of these crazy illusions that thinks they're in the past, right?
[ It's got a hint of sarcasm to it, and he slouches forward a little closer to her, seeking the comfort in someone else who's just as lost as he seems to be. ]