skinandfragilebones:

iamthefirechild:

She grins at him fully, this time. “Didn’t you just define serious as solemn and like Derek Hale? Clearly not like me at all.” She shrugs lopsidedly. “I guess I thought you’d make me do something you wanted, not just, you know, tool me around the room. Something,” her eyes twinkle mischievously, “/serious/.”

“Yes I did, it’s the closest thing I can think of to answering your question and being witty at the same time,” he said in reply, grinning a little bit at her. He can’t help himself, it’s just something that he does, makes jokes about excessive manners. “You’re literally acting like you’re begging for me to do something devastating to you, that’s interesting.”

“Devastating?” She explodes into laughter. “Stiles, there is nothing you could possibly do to me that would be devastating.”

skinandfragilebones:

iamthefirechild:

One eyebrow twitches, and she bites down on a smile. “Depends on your definition of serious, doesn’t it?” Summer comes back over to the bed, perching on the end. “That was cool, actually.” She blinks at him for a minute, thinking about it, trying to remember, but there’s just a blank space in her memory. She was here, and then she was there, and there’s nothing in between.

The expression on her face shows that she’s hiding a smile, but that just makes him feel a little bit more pride. “Well, technically it’s a person who is solemn in character or manner, but you could just look at Derek Hale and figure it all out in an instant.” Honestly Stiles is just joking around, being a little shit as per usual, but he temporarily stops when he hears her next statement. “Seriously?”

She grins at him fully, this time. “Didn’t you just define serious as solemn and like Derek Hale? Clearly not like me at all.” She shrugs lopsidedly. “I guess I thought you’d make me do something you wanted, not just, you know, tool me around the room. Something,” her eyes twinkle mischievously, “/serious/.”

skinandfragilebones:

iamthefirechild:

When he lets her go, she’s standing on the other side of the room, and it’s like waking up. Just like he said, she doesn’t remember a thing, from the moment his relaxation extended to her. She looks down at her hands, turning them over, as if there would be some change, and laughs a little. “Wow. What did you make me do?”

There’s confusion in her expression when he lets go of her mind, something that Stiles has grown used to after having his power for so long. Everyone was always dazed and confused at first, wondering just how they’d gotten to wherever they were at that given moment. He grins for just a moment when he notices her reaction, feeling a little pride.

“Just made you move around a little. Didn’t want your mom to walk in on anything too serious, eh?”

One eyebrow twitches, and she bites down on a smile. “Depends on your definition of serious, doesn’t it?” Summer comes back over to the bed, perching on the end. “That was cool, actually.” She blinks at him for a minute, thinking about it, trying to remember, but there’s just a blank space in her memory. She was here, and then she was there, and there’s nothing in between.

skinandfragilebones:

iamthefirechild:

It feels … strange. She senses him relaxing, and then somehow that relaxation extends to her. As if she doesn’t have to care about what she’s doing; that sort of not-quite-mindless feeling that comes from doing something so familiar five minutes later you can’t even remember if you did it or just remember doing it from the day before.

It’s nice. 

Stiles technically has the hands of his mind clasped around her own and he has control of her now, noticing just how much easier it was when someone wasn’t fighting it. He controls her in a simple way, just making her stand, walk around the room, careful to have her not trip over various objects on her floor. Honestly, he doesn’t know what she’ll gain from this, but there’s something about her that apparently drew her to his power. It was interesting.

When he lets her go, she’s standing on the other side of the room, and it’s like waking up. Just like he said, she doesn’t remember a thing, from the moment his relaxation extended to her. She looks down at her hands, turning them over, as if there would be some change, and laughs a little. “Wow. What did you make me do?”

skinandfragilebones:

iamthefirechild:

“Do you need me to write down my consent?” Just like that she goes back to snark and sarcasm, unimpressed with his worry. What’s the worst he could do, anyway? If anyone knows Stiles is a good guy, it’s her. She’s not concerned about what he might make her do.

“I’m just making sure, okay!” Stiles says, not meaning to yell, but he just knows she doesn’t understand this fully. He sighs, relaxing himself back into his normal state before he controls his mind, focusing it on her solely until he has control on hers, waiting until the precise moment when he has what’s necessary.

It feels … strange. She senses him relaxing, and then somehow that relaxation extends to her. As if she doesn’t have to care about what she’s doing; that sort of not-quite-mindless feeling that comes from doing something so familiar five minutes later you can’t even remember if you did it or just remember doing it from the day before.

It’s nice. 

skinandfragilebones:

iamthefirechild:

She nods, just a little bit. Her fear is overridden by curiosity, and she leans closer to him, breathing shallow. She wants to /know/. “Please?”

He bites his bottom lip, wondering if he should permit this of her or not. He doesn’t really want to, but he finds that she’s not going to let him say no. Stiles shrugs then and lets out a deep sigh of air.

“Fine, but you asked for this.”

“Do you need me to write down my consent?” Just like that she goes back to snark and sarcasm, unimpressed with his worry. What’s the worst he could do, anyway? If anyone knows Stiles is a good guy, it’s her. She’s not concerned about what he might make her do.

skinandfragilebones:

iamthefirechild:

“What about while it’s happening, though? I mean, are they fighting you from the inside, or what?” Summer abruptly rolls over, looking at him. “I think you should use it on me. I want to know what it’s like.”

“Not anyone I’ve controlled, that is,” he says in reply, looking at her as if it’s the most casual thing in the entire world. He can’t help himself, it’s just something that’s habit. Then he deadpans. “Wait, what? You want to see what it’s like to be controlled?”

She nods, just a little bit. Her fear is overridden by curiosity, and she leans closer to him, breathing shallow. She wants to /know/. “Please?”

skinandfragilebones:

iamthefirechild:

“That’s why you’re constantly in pain?” Her immediate instinct, now that she knows, is to block it. Not, block it out from her mind, but block it out of his. She even starts to reach for him, to do it, without asking, but jerks her hand back. “Uh, what’s it like for the other person? Is it like, ‘wait I don’t want to be doing this why am I not in control of myself’, or is it more like ‘yes this is the thing to do and I like doing the thing’?”

“Yeah. You kind of get used to it though, that is, unless I lose control. I doubt that’s gonna happen in a normal situation, though.” Stiles says this casually as if pain meant nothing to him. Of course, that definitely wasn’t true, but regardless. “The person doesn’t remember anything. They look at the place they’re standing in in confusion because they don’t remember how they got there.”

“What about while it’s happening, though? I mean, are they fighting you from the inside, or what?” Summer abruptly rolls over, looking at him. “I think you should use it on me. I want to know what it’s like.”

skinandfragilebones:

iamthefirechild:

Summer’s gaze flicks to his and as quickly away. It’s hard to meet his eyes when he’s passionate about something; she feels like she could fall in and not come out. “History wouldn’t be so bad if it was my choice.” She ponders for a second, then glances at the door and leans closer to him. “I’m just really curious about your power. What it’s like.”

She looks at him for a single moment, long enough for him to notice, but then quickly looks away. It’s something that he doesn’t understand, but he brushes it off right away. “It’s okay,” he says in response to the concept about history, but then she asks another question. It’s an intense question, something that obviously takes a lot of thought. He temporarily purses his lips, pondering upon what could be the best way to describe his power.

“Well…when you’re not using it it can be a pain in the ass. There’s a breathtaking amount of strain on your brain if you don’t control it correctly, but it’ll still hurt a remote amount if you do control it right. When you do use it, it’s totally crazy. It’s like you’re in their body. You’re temporarily that person.”

“That’s why you’re constantly in pain?” Her immediate instinct, now that she knows, is to block it. Not, block it out from her mind, but block it out of his. She even starts to reach for him, to do it, without asking, but jerks her hand back. “Uh, what’s it like for the other person? Is it like, ‘wait I don’t want to be doing this why am I not in control of myself’, or is it more like ‘yes this is the thing to do and I like doing the thing’?”

skinandfragilebones:

iamthefirechild:

She stares at him, shocked. “You don’t have to take any Standards? That’s not fair. I still have to take maths and history.” She makes a disgusted face. “I /wanted/ to take combat arts, but nooooo. And I still have to — well,” she cuts herself off, “maybe I do still need it, after today, but I don’t think it’s fair that I have to keep taking psychic training. I want to take some fun classes.”

“I mean, I do, but it’s…not stuff I like talking about, it’s boring,” Stiles says in reply, looking at her with those shining eyes of his. Honestly, he hates talking about those subjects, they’re things he could care less about. When it came to his power, though, that was something that really mattered to him. It was funny how easily his opinion could change on something so simple.

Summer’s gaze flicks to his and as quickly away. It’s hard to meet his eyes when he’s passionate about something; she feels like she could fall in and not come out. “History wouldn’t be so bad if it was my choice.” She ponders for a second, then glances at the door and leans closer to him. “I’m just really curious about your power. What it’s like.”