Open Picture Prompt Post

[desertions]

An Open RP Post, with a ~twist~. Basically, I love picture prompts more than life itself, so this is what you do.

1. You choose one of your characters.
2. You leave me a picture prompt and/or what character of mine you're requesting (if you don't request a specific one, I turn the wheel of RP fortune or something like that).
3. I comment setting up a scenario inspired/based on the prompt
4. profit????

Comments

[cleave]

[ this is actually a lot to take in. it's toeing the line of too much, which is saying something, because scott's lived through finding out he's a werewolf, this shouldn't phase him. but it's just--it's a lot to take in, alright? he's allowed to be a little rattled because this is way outside his scope of reference. also, the only weapon he got was a butterknife, which he might feel better about if he weren't suddenly a little lacking in the furry little problem department.

like he said, it's a lot to take in. he's still not sure what to do with all of this and maybe he's freaking out just a little, for lack of any better response.

there's someone moving and scott follows that. by the time he's close enough to figure out it's allison, she's already turned and he panics just a bit, because they broke up and he should say something, he should have something good to say, but then his arms are full of her and he forgets that he was trying to say anything and just clutches her, arms around her waist, face in her neck. it's everything good that's ever existed. they still fit together and it still turns his world upside down and he can never articulate just how right this feels. and maybe he shouldn't, all things considered. ]

Yeah. Um, hi? [ it's a uncertain mumble, right into her neck. ] I wasn't sure it was you. Hi.

[ he doesn't let go. everything is confusing and weird and she's here and she's the only familiar thing he's seen since he woke up. he thinks she can understand that. ]

[transferee]

[She does understand it. Not that she hasn't had other familiar things here (Lydia, Stiles -- and not so welcome but still familiar: Derek, Erica, Isaac) but not like Scott. He's familiar and comforting in a way that nobody else is to her. And yeah, they're broken up and she should probably be letting go of him just now but she just doesn't want to.

Not yet.

She can feel his breath against her neck and it's warm and comfortable and she had been afraid she might not ever see him again but now he's here. Broken up or not there's a part of her that will always be drawn to Scott like a moth is drawn to the flames -- she doubt she could stop it if she wanted.]

It's me, I promise.

[Her voice is shakier than she'd like it to be, she hates the weakness she hears in it. Hates that she can still feel the tears threatening her eyes.]

Hi.

[It's not enough, but she doesn't know the words to actually fit the moment. Nothing seems right.]

[cleave]

[ his anchor, allison is his anchor. it's important in ways not even scott fully comprehends. she's here and she reminds him that he's human, ties him to what he was before peter hale sank his teeth into scott's side. whatever this place is, whatever they are these days ( i'll wait, he'd said, and he still means it ) having her here makes all the difference. it makes things easier. not easy, but easier. ]

Hi.

[ he squeezes just a little, clutching her tightly. she doesn't need protecting, but scott would protect her anyway. it's not about her being weak, it's about her being so precious to him that he couldn't live with himself if he didn't put himself between her and anything that could ever possibly hurt her. ]

Do you know where we are?

[transferee]

[It's not that she wanted Scott here -- no one should be here, this place is terrible -- but well, she has wanted him here. It's selfish, especially when she's the one who broke up with him but they're Scott and Allison -- when things are rough part of her will always want him around, even if she won't say so out loud.

She doesn't want him to protect her -- she can do that herself -- but it still takes her another moment before she finally manages to untangle herself from him.]

Denmark -- but that's not the weirdest part of all this.

[cleave]

[ she steps back and he has to let her go. he has to and he knows it but it's not easy. that will never be easy. maybe it should be, because that's what's supposed to happen after breakups, but scott can't even pretend that it is. he shuffles a little awkwardly, regrouping, like he isn't totally sure what to do with himself. ]

Denmark?

[ the fuck? ]

Why are we in Denmark?

[ there's a pause, and then. ]

And why do I have a butterknife?

[transferee]

[It's not easy for her either -- and she's not sure it every will be but it's probably something they both need to get used to.

At least they have fun topics like the zombie apocalypse to distract them!]

I'm not really sure why Denmark, honestly.

But the butterknife is for the zombies. Everyone was given a weapon.

[She holds up her gauntlet covered hand.]

Some are more useful than others.