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[Erica decides against the drink and in an effort to clear out my inbox, the rest of this is just handwaved with some more uncomfortable silence and a bit of small talk before Erica thanks him for coming over, apologizing for making him come over... and then she tells him that he can leave.]
[ no, she was not expecting Stiles to show up at her room before she managed to message him. okay yeah, she was expecting him in the general sense, she did ask him to help her decorate around the city, but there's a knock at her door and she wasn't expecting it, and she opened said door and there was Stiles, with a big gift-y looking box, and she was sort of caught staring at it before looking up at him and making a face to hide the fact that her cheeks are turning dark. but eventually she let him in, eventually he convinced her to open it. which is where we're at now, Rachel and Stiles sitting up at the head of her bed with this giant set of art supplies, and she feels overwhelmed in a breath-catchy way, even though the shirt ( which she opened first ) makes her laugh and nudge against his shoulder with her own, she's actually kind of speechless now that she's just looking over both boxes, now opened in front of them. but she realizes that silence is a bad reaction to a really great gift, even if she is smiling like a kid in a candy store, and she ends up sort of reaching for him before she can really think to say anything. ]
Holy Hera. Stiles.
[ it's a little difficult, trying to turn towards someone when you're sitting crosslegged on your bed, but she's trying, and eventually she's in an awkward position that allows her arms to find their way around his shoulders, just so she can give him a big kiss on the cheek before hugging him from said awkward position ]
You have no idea-
[ how much this means to her, how awesome this is, how much she loves the gift, etc etc ]
Oh, gods! This is perfect!
[ so much for warm embraces though, because she's scrambling off the bed now to grab her notebook off of her desk, flipping to a particular page before turning it in her hands and holding it out for him to see, once she's situated herself in front of him on the bed again. it's a detailed line drawing of this little guy. ]
Sorry there isn't any wrapping paper to rip up, but he's yours. Will be! Once you tell me how to color him. Purple, red, and blue, right? [ talking at a mile a minute? yep ] Only now I have a million more pastels to work with, so he's going to look even better than I thought he would.
Holy Hera. Stiles.
[ it's a little difficult, trying to turn towards someone when you're sitting crosslegged on your bed, but she's trying, and eventually she's in an awkward position that allows her arms to find their way around his shoulders, just so she can give him a big kiss on the cheek before hugging him from said awkward position ]
You have no idea-
[ how much this means to her, how awesome this is, how much she loves the gift, etc etc ]
Oh, gods! This is perfect!
[ so much for warm embraces though, because she's scrambling off the bed now to grab her notebook off of her desk, flipping to a particular page before turning it in her hands and holding it out for him to see, once she's situated herself in front of him on the bed again. it's a detailed line drawing of this little guy. ]
Sorry there isn't any wrapping paper to rip up, but he's yours. Will be! Once you tell me how to color him. Purple, red, and blue, right? [ talking at a mile a minute? yep ] Only now I have a million more pastels to work with, so he's going to look even better than I thought he would.
[He's there at her room holding the gift nervously, hoping like hell she likes it because... well, because. He got it for her, dammit, and he didn't want to have to take it back if it wasn't what she wanted. But then she's opening the door and smiling at him with that blush and he really doesn't care if she doesn't like it. He's just happy to see her and... yeah, give her the present.
Which she actually likes (Point for Stilinski) and she's hugging him and giving him a kiss and... yeah, he's okay with that. Best reaction ever.]
I wasn't sure what kind of supplies you liked so I, uh, got them all.
[Hey, options were good, right?
Her gift to him, however, has his eyes widening and he looks at her in surprise.]
Really? Like... you're going to bring it to life and it'll be mine? For real? Okay, okay. Seriously. You are just... Yeah, I'm keeping you. Like, forever.
Which she actually likes (Point for Stilinski) and she's hugging him and giving him a kiss and... yeah, he's okay with that. Best reaction ever.]
I wasn't sure what kind of supplies you liked so I, uh, got them all.
[Hey, options were good, right?
Her gift to him, however, has his eyes widening and he looks at her in surprise.]
Really? Like... you're going to bring it to life and it'll be mine? For real? Okay, okay. Seriously. You are just... Yeah, I'm keeping you. Like, forever.
Yeah. Yeah, I mean, I know we kind of joked about it, but I was reading up on how my power works, and if you're here when-
[ this is what happens when she talks over people when they haven't finished their statement yet. he asks really? and she jumps right into her explanation, only stopping once he says Yeah, I'm keeping you, because that's enough to make even Rachel Elizabeth Dare stop talking for four seconds. if it was anybody else it would sound lame, or weird, but it's Stiles and maybe she's fine with being kept by Stiles. which is a big thing to kind of come to terms with when she's already feeling full of something bright and happy because art supplies.
so her voice is a little quieter, even though she's still smiling, a little bit in la la land thanks to Stiles and the look on his face and the words coming out of his mouth. presents are great, bottom line ]
He'll be yours. Like a- familiar, sort of. Or just a really loyal pet-buddy. You have to promise you'll take really good care of him, okay? He won't want to hang out with anybody else as much as he'll like being with you.
[ wait is she talking about the dragon? yes. right. yeah, definitely!! because it's what she read. that's what she's talking about. ]
[ this is what happens when she talks over people when they haven't finished their statement yet. he asks really? and she jumps right into her explanation, only stopping once he says Yeah, I'm keeping you, because that's enough to make even Rachel Elizabeth Dare stop talking for four seconds. if it was anybody else it would sound lame, or weird, but it's Stiles and maybe she's fine with being kept by Stiles. which is a big thing to kind of come to terms with when she's already feeling full of something bright and happy because art supplies.
so her voice is a little quieter, even though she's still smiling, a little bit in la la land thanks to Stiles and the look on his face and the words coming out of his mouth. presents are great, bottom line ]
He'll be yours. Like a- familiar, sort of. Or just a really loyal pet-buddy. You have to promise you'll take really good care of him, okay? He won't want to hang out with anybody else as much as he'll like being with you.
[ wait is she talking about the dragon? yes. right. yeah, definitely!! because it's what she read. that's what she's talking about. ]
Will it get any bigger?
[He wasn't sure what he wanted the answer to be. On one hand, SUPER KING MEGA DRAGON OF DOOM. On the other, aww. This little guy looked cute and it'd be easier to feed.]
Why the hell would I not take care of him? He's not a pet rock.
[Not that he'd lost a pet rock. Nope.]
[He wasn't sure what he wanted the answer to be. On one hand, SUPER KING MEGA DRAGON OF DOOM. On the other, aww. This little guy looked cute and it'd be easier to feed.]
Why the hell would I not take care of him? He's not a pet rock.
[Not that he'd lost a pet rock. Nope.]
I don't think so, but only because I've drawn him as an adult, so whatever size I pull him out as, that's how big he'll be. I was thinking- shoulder-size. He has wings so he can fly around, but it might be easier to have around in the literal have-in-your-house way if he isn't huge, you know?
[ and she's just going to get comfy sitting across from him now, putting the sketchpad on her lap and looking over the drawing again. it's all inked in and set, just needs color. which she should do at her desk, but they can pick colors out here on the bed, at least. ]
And I mean, he's a dragon, but I didn't want you to think he'd just be completely independent or anything. He's yours.
[ and she's just going to get comfy sitting across from him now, putting the sketchpad on her lap and looking over the drawing again. it's all inked in and set, just needs color. which she should do at her desk, but they can pick colors out here on the bed, at least. ]
And I mean, he's a dragon, but I didn't want you to think he'd just be completely independent or anything. He's yours.
[ she only nods, at first, because she's busy trying to figure out how many colors they need to pick out, and how to explain it. but, eh, it'll be his dragon, so she's pretty sure he'll get the picture that whatever he picks, that's what he'll look like. so. ]
I need... seven different shades. Primarily his wings, his body, and the little scales and ridges along his body should be different colors, but blending it to look like a natural creature should be simple enough. [ if it were up to her, she'd be going color crazy. but she always does. she's a paint-outside-the-lines and make-the-sky-pink-and-the-grass-blue kinda gal. but she's brushing her thumb over each part of the dragon while she explains it, peeking up at him once she's done ] Now help me pick which ones I should use.
[ and bleep, blop, bloop, timey wimey, they pick out colors, and she drags him off of the bed and into the spare chair she has pulled up to her desk, which is better lit and better suited for a detailed coloring project. it takes her a little longer than half an hour, but that's with stops to ask Stiles his opinion along the way, and a few second thoughts on colors, the whole thing. by the end of it, she's used a few of her new colored pencils and oil pastels, her fingers stained all different colors and the hem of her shirt looking much the same, but she looks very much in her element. it's exactly why she was so crazy about his present. Rachel feels more at home here than she has since her arrival now that her hands are messy and she's got a project worth putting her heart into.
once the dragon is done, it's a fine mix of Stiles' favorite colors, and the natural colors a dragon should have without looking too crazy. she's ridiculously pleased with it. ]
Okay. [ yes, she's just going to kind of hug his arm while she looks over the drawing, because this dragon is about to become real, and besides a couple of geckos, it's the first big page-pull she's tried. ] Like him? Last chance to make any changes.
I need... seven different shades. Primarily his wings, his body, and the little scales and ridges along his body should be different colors, but blending it to look like a natural creature should be simple enough. [ if it were up to her, she'd be going color crazy. but she always does. she's a paint-outside-the-lines and make-the-sky-pink-and-the-grass-blue kinda gal. but she's brushing her thumb over each part of the dragon while she explains it, peeking up at him once she's done ] Now help me pick which ones I should use.
[ and bleep, blop, bloop, timey wimey, they pick out colors, and she drags him off of the bed and into the spare chair she has pulled up to her desk, which is better lit and better suited for a detailed coloring project. it takes her a little longer than half an hour, but that's with stops to ask Stiles his opinion along the way, and a few second thoughts on colors, the whole thing. by the end of it, she's used a few of her new colored pencils and oil pastels, her fingers stained all different colors and the hem of her shirt looking much the same, but she looks very much in her element. it's exactly why she was so crazy about his present. Rachel feels more at home here than she has since her arrival now that her hands are messy and she's got a project worth putting her heart into.
once the dragon is done, it's a fine mix of Stiles' favorite colors, and the natural colors a dragon should have without looking too crazy. she's ridiculously pleased with it. ]
Okay. [ yes, she's just going to kind of hug his arm while she looks over the drawing, because this dragon is about to become real, and besides a couple of geckos, it's the first big page-pull she's tried. ] Like him? Last chance to make any changes.
[Through it all, he'd been watching her as much as watching the dragon appear. She looked more vibrant and yet calm all at the same time, like she was in some zen zone and he should envy her. He did, a little. He could never focus on things that intently, less so since he didn't have his meds here.
She has a smudge of pastel on her face and he's been staring at it, trying not to reach over and wipe it off. He's trying so hard not to do that, he misses that she's talking to him. But he's pulled out of his thoughts by her arm through his, a smile automatically stapling itself in place.]
Huh, oh, yeah. He's great. No changes needed. He's perfect as is.
She has a smudge of pastel on her face and he's been staring at it, trying not to reach over and wipe it off. He's trying so hard not to do that, he misses that she's talking to him. But he's pulled out of his thoughts by her arm through his, a smile automatically stapling itself in place.]
Huh, oh, yeah. He's great. No changes needed. He's perfect as is.
Good. Okay.
[ she's still kind of just looking at the page for a bit, but eventually she sits up again, pulling both hands free so she can figure out the best way to pick the dragon up off the page without it freaking out. so, two hands. she's not sure how much of her imagination actually goes into the personalities of the animals she draws, but she sure he focusing on some pretty specific traits. calm, but playful. tough, but obedient. above all else, please protect Stiles. ]
When I pull him off the page, he's going to want to be claimed by me, initially. But if you let him see your fire powers, you'll sweep him right off his little dragon feet, I promise.
[ not that she's giving him much time to think about it, because her fingers sink into the page pretty quick after that, and when they pull back out, she's holding the dragon around its middle, letting it plop down on the desk right on top of the now blank page he came off of. he looks sleepy, like he was just woken up, but Rachel doesn't hesitate before tucking her finger under his chin, lightly scratching. the little dragon stretches out his wings and flicks his tail, but otherwise just tips his head up and shuts his eyes, intent on feeling out that chin scratch for all its worth ]
Hey there, buddy.
[ she's still kind of just looking at the page for a bit, but eventually she sits up again, pulling both hands free so she can figure out the best way to pick the dragon up off the page without it freaking out. so, two hands. she's not sure how much of her imagination actually goes into the personalities of the animals she draws, but she sure he focusing on some pretty specific traits. calm, but playful. tough, but obedient. above all else, please protect Stiles. ]
When I pull him off the page, he's going to want to be claimed by me, initially. But if you let him see your fire powers, you'll sweep him right off his little dragon feet, I promise.
[ not that she's giving him much time to think about it, because her fingers sink into the page pretty quick after that, and when they pull back out, she's holding the dragon around its middle, letting it plop down on the desk right on top of the now blank page he came off of. he looks sleepy, like he was just woken up, but Rachel doesn't hesitate before tucking her finger under his chin, lightly scratching. the little dragon stretches out his wings and flicks his tail, but otherwise just tips his head up and shuts his eyes, intent on feeling out that chin scratch for all its worth ]
Hey there, buddy.
[Excuse him, Rachel. He's too busy staring to do anything actually constructive. Holy shit. She just actually pulled an actual dragon actually off the actual page. Actually.
And it was moving and looking very much not like the little plastic gecko he'd seen her do. No, it was a living, breathing dragon.
Not the time for an excited boner, Stiles. No. Bad boner.
He shifted in his seat, hiding what was clearly not an inconvenient woody as he bent his head down to desk level and just stared at him.]
Holy shit, Rach.
And it was moving and looking very much not like the little plastic gecko he'd seen her do. No, it was a living, breathing dragon.
Not the time for an excited boner, Stiles. No. Bad boner.
He shifted in his seat, hiding what was clearly not an inconvenient woody as he bent his head down to desk level and just stared at him.]
Holy shit, Rach.
I know!
[ she's really excited too. it's pretty much an artist's dream to see her work come to life, so this is a Moment. for sure. but she's also sure is moment is going to slip up in a the-ragon-thinks-i'm-his-mommy way, so she rests her hand flat on the desk, sitting back once the dragon takes a step closer to her and expectantly nudges his snout against her fingers. ]
You need to let him know you're, ah, daddy.
[ she's really excited too. it's pretty much an artist's dream to see her work come to life, so this is a Moment. for sure. but she's also sure is moment is going to slip up in a the-ragon-thinks-i'm-his-mommy way, so she rests her hand flat on the desk, sitting back once the dragon takes a step closer to her and expectantly nudges his snout against her fingers. ]
You need to let him know you're, ah, daddy.
[Please don't notice the blush. He's still looking at the dragon with wide eyes, but he's bringing a hand up to stroke over the top of its head. It feels... like a lizard. Not like a snake, but definitely lizardy.]
Hey there, little guy. What should I call you, huh? Something with too many weird consonants? Xs and zs? Maybe some js for good measure?
[His finger was smoothing down the head to the back before coming up and trying to scritch under the chin like she had.]
Hey there, little guy. What should I call you, huh? Something with too many weird consonants? Xs and zs? Maybe some js for good measure?
[His finger was smoothing down the head to the back before coming up and trying to scritch under the chin like she had.]
He's a dragon, not a 90s rap artist. Name him after a book character you like. Or a movie character. Or an actor. Or mix and match. Or- anything, actually, he's your dragon, sorry.
[ not that she sounds all that sorry. ]
--James Earl Jones comes to mind.
[ not that she sounds all that sorry. ]
--James Earl Jones comes to mind.
[He keeps scratching under his chin, his other hand coming up to light the tip of his finger on fire. Just a sort of finger-wick candle that he waves at the dragon with.]
I'm not naming him James Earl Jones. He's not really a Darth anything...
[But he was so cute and Stiles had to bite back saying that.]
I'm not naming him James Earl Jones. He's not really a Darth anything...
[But he was so cute and Stiles had to bite back saying that.]
[ and the dragon reacts to that, just like Rachel was sure he would. he dips his upper body low, tail swishing again, wings pushed out behind him. but it's all playful, which is clear once he lifts his face up and puffs a burp small plume of flame from his little mouth, flapping his wings once just to cause a little flurry of wind between them. hey, look, I can do that too. after, the dragon walks right up to his hand and headbutts his finger. it's halfway between an okay, but pet me more and just a nudge of acknowledgement ]
He likes you.
He likes you.
[The grin just wouldn't slide off his face as he let the flame die out and held his hand out for the dragon to walk on if it wanted to, petting it gently as he tried not to stare. Tried and failed.]
This is the coolest present anyone has ever gotten me. Ever. Like... ever.
[He turned to her and gave her the brightest smile he had.]
You are officially the coolest person in the world.
This is the coolest present anyone has ever gotten me. Ever. Like... ever.
[He turned to her and gave her the brightest smile he had.]
You are officially the coolest person in the world.
He's pretty heavy. [ it's an absent sort of warning, but he's sure he'll feel it once the dragon puts its weight on his hand and moves along his arm. and Rachel made sure not to give him horns or anything too sharp, but she's a little wary of his claws, either way. they weren't drawn particularly savage, but who knows how that translated in real life. but, nah. Stiles's got it.
and like... ever makes her smile wide, too. ]
You need to stop being so cute about this. You're the one that rebuilt my art set for me in one fell swoop. That's easily the coolest present ever.
and like... ever makes her smile wide, too. ]
You need to stop being so cute about this. You're the one that rebuilt my art set for me in one fell swoop. That's easily the coolest present ever.
Hah, no, sorry. Dragon totally trumps art set. Dragon trumps pretty much anything.
[Except maybe a kiss or something from a certain redhead who was looking at him with green eyes and an adorable smile.]
Maybe I'll name him Zeke. Or something draconian. I don't know yet. You'll let me know, right, buddy?
[There was now a dragon making its way from his hand up his arm, deciding that his shoulder was the place it was going to be, thank you. A tail stronger than it look half-coiled around his neck as it made itself at home. Stiles was close to bouncing.]
[Except maybe a kiss or something from a certain redhead who was looking at him with green eyes and an adorable smile.]
Maybe I'll name him Zeke. Or something draconian. I don't know yet. You'll let me know, right, buddy?
[There was now a dragon making its way from his hand up his arm, deciding that his shoulder was the place it was going to be, thank you. A tail stronger than it look half-coiled around his neck as it made itself at home. Stiles was close to bouncing.]
Dragon wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the art set. So how about them applies?
[ it's only... half true, but she's just arguing for the sake of doing so, more focused on the way the dragon is making himself right at home on Stiles. good. actually, it's really good. she was a little bit worried that the bond between the drawer and drawing wouldn't be able to be swayed, not easily at least, but it looks like the dragon is more than willing to get to know Stiles right away. ]
Although I'm a little mad at myself now. I should have waited a bit before pulling him off the page, because now I'm not sure how I'm going to properly thank you for my gift. Hm.
[ yep, just being a jerk now. ]
[ it's only... half true, but she's just arguing for the sake of doing so, more focused on the way the dragon is making himself right at home on Stiles. good. actually, it's really good. she was a little bit worried that the bond between the drawer and drawing wouldn't be able to be swayed, not easily at least, but it looks like the dragon is more than willing to get to know Stiles right away. ]
Although I'm a little mad at myself now. I should have waited a bit before pulling him off the page, because now I'm not sure how I'm going to properly thank you for my gift. Hm.
[ yep, just being a jerk now. ]
Thank me? Rach, trust me, this little guy is thanks enough. Best thanks ever.
Well, almost the best thanks ever.
[Guess who's giving her a bit of a sideways look now? Does he look sexy with a dragon on his shoulder? Tell him he does even if it's a lie.]
Well, almost the best thanks ever.
[Guess who's giving her a bit of a sideways look now? Does he look sexy with a dragon on his shoulder? Tell him he does even if it's a lie.]
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