[ cora rolls her eyes at him mimicking her. he is such a pain in her ass. ]
[ she'll say she doesn't know why she hangs out with him, but she does. he's close to her age, just like derek's ex-pack was, but he doesn't act like a kid. he does, at times, with his childish remarks, but, there's an older air to him that makes her think he's seen and experienced things the kids back in beacon hills have yet to do. maybe it's because he's from a different breed of werewolf, or because washington is simply different to california, or because he's just different himself that makes him seem a lot more older than he appears. ]
[ but when she's with him, she doesn't feel misplaced. she's not cora, the returned ghost. she's just cora, sometimes cora the werewolf, sometimes cora the pain in the ass, and, mostly always, cora the scowler. ]
[ but she figures it's his size. he's as tall as a mountain and as broad as one, too. she wonders how the sun even gets around him, but, then again, he is the sun. ]
[ she leans her body forward in a bid to gain the upper hand with the holding of the pillow. if she tugs it just right — at the right moment, at the right time, with the right amount of force — he'll give. she just has to wait. she narrows her eyes: ] Why?
RACE YOU! ❤
[ she'll say she doesn't know why she hangs out with him, but she does. he's close to her age, just like derek's ex-pack was, but he doesn't act like a kid. he does, at times, with his childish remarks, but, there's an older air to him that makes her think he's seen and experienced things the kids back in beacon hills have yet to do. maybe it's because he's from a different breed of werewolf, or because washington is simply different to california, or because he's just different himself that makes him seem a lot more older than he appears. ]
[ but when she's with him, she doesn't feel misplaced. she's not cora, the returned ghost. she's just cora, sometimes cora the werewolf, sometimes cora the pain in the ass, and, mostly always, cora the scowler. ]
[ but she figures it's his size. he's as tall as a mountain and as broad as one, too. she wonders how the sun even gets around him, but, then again, he is the sun. ]
[ she leans her body forward in a bid to gain the upper hand with the holding of the pillow. if she tugs it just right — at the right moment, at the right time, with the right amount of force — he'll give. she just has to wait. she narrows her eyes: ] Why?