[ Breathe, that's easy, that's something he can do. He nods once, tries to loosen his hold a little, and focuses on Derek's chest rising and falling under his hand. He'd--they'd been lucky. The Jabberwocky usually ate its victims whole, and as disturbing as lucky sounded, at least Stiles and Allison and Isaac had had something to bury.
Stiles picked the tree. Dug the grave himself, until his palms were bleeding and he couldn't see straight, buried the body himself, asked Scott to scratch a triskele into the tree. He slept next to it that night, never bothered to clean the blood from his hands, in some kind of a vain hope that the Jabberwocky would swallow him whole, too. It'd been a year since then, but moving on was...
Well. It wasn't happening. Let's put it like that.
Slowly, he tries to calm himself down, deep breaths in time with Derek's chest, until the trembling has stopped a little bit, and he can muffle his face in the material of his shirt. ]
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Stiles picked the tree. Dug the grave himself, until his palms were bleeding and he couldn't see straight, buried the body himself, asked Scott to scratch a triskele into the tree. He slept next to it that night, never bothered to clean the blood from his hands, in some kind of a vain hope that the Jabberwocky would swallow him whole, too. It'd been a year since then, but moving on was...
Well. It wasn't happening. Let's put it like that.
Slowly, he tries to calm himself down, deep breaths in time with Derek's chest, until the trembling has stopped a little bit, and he can muffle his face in the material of his shirt. ]