and I know the call of my unborn sons colors all I've done.

[hypercompetent]

 

Son, hear your father clear deep in your heart; ❝ Son, know your enemy as I would have them know my son. ❞

the murderpupsau catchall post

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[hypercompetent]

[The serious tone behind Derek's statement doesn't go unnoticed; the implications are heavy, and his brow twinges a little at the thought. Isaac's new home had done him wonders. The father of the year thing wasn't exactly a joke.

But before he can respond, he spots Isaac and Scott.]

Oh my God, you guys should have told me you were doing superheroes! [Seriously how can you resist that level of cute. He beams and looks down on them, folding his arms comically.]

Cannonball and Icarus. Nice. I can forgive your dad's lack of planning for telling me otherwise! You should have convinced him into being Wolverine.

[triskeles]

[ The entire dark air around Derek-- at least regarding the only remaining legal Lahey-- dissipates as he hears the boys coming back downstairs. It's easy for them to tell when he's disgruntled more than usual, so he'd much rather not dampen their Halloween mood.

He can't help but scoff at Stiles, even as he crosses his arms and lets the cloak enclose him the rest of the way. Okay, the costume's not awful, and Stiles is sort of clever for it.

Even if it's exasperating. ]

Oh, they tried. I drew the line after Tony Stark last year.

[claustrophobe]

[Crossing his arms as he approaches, Isaac taps his foot.]

Come on, Stiles, we tried a lot. We even tried civilian clothes.

Besides, he makes a pretty good Stark. Right, Scott?

[He and Scott both listen to Stiles every time Stiles tells them about his favourite books, after all.]

[puppyface]

We were hoping you could help.

[He looks to Isaac, crossing his arms as well, almost as if he's mimicking.]

Yeaaah, except he wouldn't die. Ned dies, right?

[Scott sounds pretty serious about it, in a way that might seem heavy, but doesn't bother him at all.]

He won't. He'd win the throne, hands down.