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potosi2012-11-29 10:58 pm
hypercompetent) wrote in potosi2012-11-29 10:58 pm
and I know the call of my unborn sons colors all I've done.
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the murderpupsau catchall post
the murderpupsau catchall post
[ There's no way Derek could stop the smile on his face as Scott leans back against him, signing to himself and repeating pack again and again. It warms something in him, the part that hurts more days than it doesn't, and soothes away the burn that nestles itself in his ribs. Despite how much he protests to Laura calling him dad, there isn't any other way to really describe the feeling he has when he holds Scott.
He feels like a dad.
He also feels like he's being played, the moment that Laura says she could cook. His head snaps up, and he knows that she's playing him, but he still scoops Scott up against his shoulder and makes a quick rush towards the kitchen to cut Laura off. ]
Oh, no. No, you've been working so hard today, why don't I do that? Whatever you want, even.
He feels like a dad.
He also feels like he's being played, the moment that Laura says she could cook. His head snaps up, and he knows that she's playing him, but he still scoops Scott up against his shoulder and makes a quick rush towards the kitchen to cut Laura off. ]
Oh, no. No, you've been working so hard today, why don't I do that? Whatever you want, even.
[ It's a bad sign when he doesn't want Stiles to move away, but Derek simply holds back the urge to reach and pull him to his side again. Not in front of the boys-- who would give him smug looks-- or the rest of their newly gained posse. No, he'll wait until later for that.
He still walks close, though, shoulder and arm brushing Stiles' with what is almost every other step. ]
He still walks close, though, shoulder and arm brushing Stiles' with what is almost every other step. ]
[ Danny doesn't hesitate to nudge Isaac back, checking out the map before he laughs at Scott's commentary. ]
Yeah, fearless leader. C'mon, up front.
[ He turns, however, and inclines his head almost secretively towards Scott and Allison. ]
Even I do that to Uncle Jackson.
Yeah, fearless leader. C'mon, up front.
[ He turns, however, and inclines his head almost secretively towards Scott and Allison. ]
Even I do that to Uncle Jackson.
Don't go too far ahead.
[ It's an immediate command, though there's no sharpness to his voice as Jackson gives it. His eyes are tracking Danny the most, with Allison a close second, but he keeps watch of the Hale boys, too. As they've gotten older, and he became Danny's godfather and uncle, he's...
Well, that fondness for kids isn't just on Lydia's end, as much as he tries to act aloof about it.
He brushes his thumb across her knuckles gently as the kids head up towards the house, the corner of his mouth twitching a little as if he's trying to keep a straight face. ]
[ It's an immediate command, though there's no sharpness to his voice as Jackson gives it. His eyes are tracking Danny the most, with Allison a close second, but he keeps watch of the Hale boys, too. As they've gotten older, and he became Danny's godfather and uncle, he's...
Well, that fondness for kids isn't just on Lydia's end, as much as he tries to act aloof about it.
He brushes his thumb across her knuckles gently as the kids head up towards the house, the corner of his mouth twitching a little as if he's trying to keep a straight face. ]
[Scott can't keep himself from making a comically panicked face at the word 'cook' coming from Laura's mouth. He still keeps his head against Derek's shoulder, putting his hand over his mouth to hide a few shy giggles.
Dad and aunt Laura are being silly.
He leans toward Laura as if to stop her, waving his little hand.]
Dad and aunt Laura are being silly.
He leans toward Laura as if to stop her, waving his little hand.]
[Laura breaks into laughter at Derek's rush to get up and mimes throwing something at him before sitting back on the couch and propping her feet up, looking back over the back of the couch with a smile on her face.]
If I flash my eyes at you, can I get you to rub my feet, too?
If I flash my eyes at you, can I get you to rub my feet, too?
I'd rather you didn't.
[ Yeah, that's right, Scott. You tell aunt Laura. Derek props him on his hip, ears swiveling backwards before he sticks his tongue out at his sister, retreating into the kitchen before she can throw something at him.
He still calls back, though. ]
What do you want?
[ Yeah, that's right, Scott. You tell aunt Laura. Derek props him on his hip, ears swiveling backwards before he sticks his tongue out at his sister, retreating into the kitchen before she can throw something at him.
He still calls back, though. ]
What do you want?
Alright, alright, don't you guys trust me? If you keep badgering I'll let Stiles get us lost.
I have an awesome sense of direction, thanks. And if I don't, I can always count on Scott. [Grinning, he reaches forward to ruffle Scott's hair between his fingers, muttering a "go get her, tiger!" quiet enough for only the lycanthropes among them to hear before pulling back.
Ah, young love.]
Get me some sour patch kids!
Ah, young love.]
Get me some sour patch kids!
[ Danny just grins at Isaac, doubting that he'd get them lost on Halloween. Not when there's so much candy to be had. Once they're at the door, though, he readjusts his tie before holds out his bag and echos Allison with a trick-or-treat! of his own. ]
[ For a moment, as the kids all go up to receive their candy and praise, Derek has to consider Stiles. All of Beacon Hills is considered Hale territory, as well as some of the reserve that makes up the area around legal Hale property. If he ever got lost anywhere in it now? ]
If you got lost, we'd find you.
[ He's still looking ahead towards the house, calm and quiet as he says it. ]
If you got lost, we'd find you.
[ He's still looking ahead towards the house, calm and quiet as he says it. ]
[Stiles Stilinski had assumed when his dad asked him to help out around the station, it would include fun things. After all, he was a smart, tech-savvy college student with way too much time on his hands and a quick mind. He'd be great at solving cases.
Instead, he's doing a patrol for his dad in the Beacon Hills conservatory.
Stiles is almost positive that he passed this off on him because he got a C on a math test, and this is some sort of punishment. Ducking under the chains that keep the cars out during the offseason, Stiles flicks on his flashlight and sweeps it from side to side across the crunching leaves and dirt pathways. It's cold as sin outside, and by the time he's even halfway through the sheriff's marked off quadrant, Stiles' teeth are chattering. Tugging the zipper of his hoodie up to his collar, he swings the flashlight across a small overhang created by a tree root and freezes, noticing something moving. ]
Oh god.
[It could be any number of things, wild things. So naturally Stiles starts to creep towards it, squinting a little as he lowers his flashlight towards the pile of leaves. Whatever it is is too small to be anything maul-y, and he tentatively reaches a hand forward towards the pile, starting to kneel down.]
C'mon, come out, whatever you are...
[God he really hopes it's not something mauly.]
Instead, he's doing a patrol for his dad in the Beacon Hills conservatory.
Stiles is almost positive that he passed this off on him because he got a C on a math test, and this is some sort of punishment. Ducking under the chains that keep the cars out during the offseason, Stiles flicks on his flashlight and sweeps it from side to side across the crunching leaves and dirt pathways. It's cold as sin outside, and by the time he's even halfway through the sheriff's marked off quadrant, Stiles' teeth are chattering. Tugging the zipper of his hoodie up to his collar, he swings the flashlight across a small overhang created by a tree root and freezes, noticing something moving. ]
Oh god.
[It could be any number of things, wild things. So naturally Stiles starts to creep towards it, squinting a little as he lowers his flashlight towards the pile of leaves. Whatever it is is too small to be anything maul-y, and he tentatively reaches a hand forward towards the pile, starting to kneel down.]
C'mon, come out, whatever you are...
[God he really hopes it's not something mauly.]
[Isaac rolls his eyes at Stiles's comment to his brother, but nonetheless shoves Scott away from him and toward Allison and stands at Danny's side, echoing the other kids's calls.]
I know.
[He says that confidently, not looking at Derek, either--the moment has a lot more weight than he's really ready to admit to himself, and he scuffs his shoe against the floor, looking at it. It's all the words he really needs, and he ruffles Scott's hair as he comes back, grinning at him and glad for the distraction.]
Good haul, or no?
[He says that confidently, not looking at Derek, either--the moment has a lot more weight than he's really ready to admit to himself, and he scuffs his shoe against the floor, looking at it. It's all the words he really needs, and he ruffles Scott's hair as he comes back, grinning at him and glad for the distraction.]
Good haul, or no?
[ Whatever it is actually happens to be something very small- not mauly at all. At least, not yet.
Set up in his fall coat, Scott burrows beneath the pile of leaves and tree roots as he hears Stiles coming, making a little whining noise at Isaac in hopes of getting him to retreat. Once Isaac takes a few steps back, Scott crouches down and starts edging toward the strange human.
His scent is so familiar that Scott nearly forgets that he and Isaac are in soooo much trouble once Derek finds out they're approaching him. ]
Set up in his fall coat, Scott burrows beneath the pile of leaves and tree roots as he hears Stiles coming, making a little whining noise at Isaac in hopes of getting him to retreat. Once Isaac takes a few steps back, Scott crouches down and starts edging toward the strange human.
His scent is so familiar that Scott nearly forgets that he and Isaac are in soooo much trouble once Derek finds out they're approaching him. ]
[ Jackson arches an eyebrow down at Allison as he's given the candy bar, but it's good-natured and proven as such when he takes it in one hand, setting the other on the top of her head before she goes running off. He opens the wrapper, tipping his head beyond the house they're congregated in front of. ]
All right, next house.
All right, next house.
[ And the next, and the next, and a party with even more candy, before Danny is allowing his godfather to take his and Allison's candy bags from them to pass over to Lydia for a moment. He yawns notably, but still gets in a goodbye to Isaac and Scott before uncle Jackson is picking him up in one arm and scooping Allison up in the other. ]
Bye guys. [ And an additional wave is offered over Jackson's shoulder, as he props his chin on it. ]
Bye guys. [ And an additional wave is offered over Jackson's shoulder, as he props his chin on it. ]
[ Derek finds himself also collecting a sleepy passenger in the form of Scott, lifting him up easily (but carefully, making sure not to damage his wings or get one in the face) and propping him on his hip. Even at seven, he's easy to manage and carry. They've had years to get this routine down, and Scott's always been small.
He leaves Isaac, knowing that he'd only get cranky if he tried to pick him up. He's at that stage where his pride only worsens with exhaustion, and the only way he'd be able to carry him was if he was out cold. ]
He leaves Isaac, knowing that he'd only get cranky if he tried to pick him up. He's at that stage where his pride only worsens with exhaustion, and the only way he'd be able to carry him was if he was out cold. ]
[With enough candy obtained to have the boys (and probably Stiles) on sugar highs for the next month and a half, the general mission of Halloween had been a total success. Three out of the four children were more or less out of commission, and as Stiles says his last goodbyes to Lydia, he hefts Scott's candy bag over his shoulder and turns towards their little party.
Derek's a natural, and he grins a little before looking at Isaac, and wordlessly offers his hand to him. It's not a big deal or a big gesture, but it's something, and he's practically holding his breath to see if he'll accept.]
Derek's a natural, and he grins a little before looking at Isaac, and wordlessly offers his hand to him. It's not a big deal or a big gesture, but it's something, and he's practically holding his breath to see if he'll accept.]
Heey, hey there, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you, I just want to help you, whether you're a bear or a fox or...
[He takes another step closer at the sound of the whine--what if it's hurt or something, christ. It sounds tiny, whatever it is. But sounds can definitely be decieving, and for all he knows it's a giant--]
Wolf.
[...definitely not what Stiles was expecting. Tenatively, he offers his hand. He's never seen a wolf...pup? Cub? Pup. In his entire life. It's tiny, and seriously cute, like his neighbor's old German Shephard puppy.]
Or, uh, or a wolf. Okay. Not what I was expecting. You alright there, little guy? Don't worry, 's gonna be okay.
[When he puts his flashlight down, it rolls a little off to the side, illuminating the winter coat. Stiles didn't notice it right away; he was more concerned about possibly getting his fingers nipped off. However, when he did, his brow furrowed and he gave it an open mouth stare, cogs in his mind starting to work.
What the hell?]
[He takes another step closer at the sound of the whine--what if it's hurt or something, christ. It sounds tiny, whatever it is. But sounds can definitely be decieving, and for all he knows it's a giant--]
Wolf.
[...definitely not what Stiles was expecting. Tenatively, he offers his hand. He's never seen a wolf...pup? Cub? Pup. In his entire life. It's tiny, and seriously cute, like his neighbor's old German Shephard puppy.]
Or, uh, or a wolf. Okay. Not what I was expecting. You alright there, little guy? Don't worry, 's gonna be okay.
[When he puts his flashlight down, it rolls a little off to the side, illuminating the winter coat. Stiles didn't notice it right away; he was more concerned about possibly getting his fingers nipped off. However, when he did, his brow furrowed and he gave it an open mouth stare, cogs in his mind starting to work.
What the hell?]
Edited 2013-01-10 04:30 (UTC)
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