[ so, this whole dating thing? this is kind of a new thing.
it's been years since stiles first met derek at camp, since the hale fire, since stiles' mom died. the two of them had formed an unlikely friendship, based on months and...years, really, years worth of arguments and fighting, bickering about everything. derek was a roman, and stiles was greek; they were basically destined to not get along, and when you mix in two very differing personalities, sparks and fireworks start to fly.
but, something kind of different happen. a son of pluto and a son of hecate found themselves not to be that different after all. stiles can still recall bonding with him when he was a giant wolf (before he actually knew it was him), a thing he still does pretty frequently, when stiles' mom almost died the first time. he can remember sitting with derek when his family died, never saying a thing because he just--he got it. they say hecate kids are pretty screwed up, in the same way that pluto kids are, and...maybe it just made sense that way.
all stiles knows is derek makes sense to him, and that's all that really matters.
but, at eighteen now, he's talked with chiron a little bit about an exchange program, to study at new rome's college. that means visiting new rome, and that's how he's here, standing at the top of the city with his hands in his pocket, eyes kind of huge and wide as he takes in the first real city he's seen since he went to San Francisco with his mom before he was sent to camp. It's beautiful, all white columns and famous hills, and stiles lets out a long, low whistle, pretending he's not as totally in love with it as he feels.
for as greek as he is, for as much as his orange shirt stands out in a sea of purple? it feels like home. ]
♥ belatedly but here you go.
it's been years since stiles first met derek at camp, since the hale fire, since stiles' mom died. the two of them had formed an unlikely friendship, based on months and...years, really, years worth of arguments and fighting, bickering about everything. derek was a roman, and stiles was greek; they were basically destined to not get along, and when you mix in two very differing personalities, sparks and fireworks start to fly.
but, something kind of different happen. a son of pluto and a son of hecate found themselves not to be that different after all. stiles can still recall bonding with him when he was a giant wolf (before he actually knew it was him), a thing he still does pretty frequently, when stiles' mom almost died the first time. he can remember sitting with derek when his family died, never saying a thing because he just--he got it. they say hecate kids are pretty screwed up, in the same way that pluto kids are, and...maybe it just made sense that way.
all stiles knows is derek makes sense to him, and that's all that really matters.
but, at eighteen now, he's talked with chiron a little bit about an exchange program, to study at new rome's college. that means visiting new rome, and that's how he's here, standing at the top of the city with his hands in his pocket, eyes kind of huge and wide as he takes in the first real city he's seen since he went to San Francisco with his mom before he was sent to camp. It's beautiful, all white columns and famous hills, and stiles lets out a long, low whistle, pretending he's not as totally in love with it as he feels.
for as greek as he is, for as much as his orange shirt stands out in a sea of purple? it feels like home. ]