[When he'd finally made sure that Rachel had left and wasn't trying to shadow him -- badly -- he went and confronted Void. There was some heated back and forth, the prideful fox still pissed that a bunch of stupid kids had somehow bested him and he'd said things. Reminded him of Allison's death, talked about finding her here and doing it again, about hurting Scott, about hurting that pretty little girlfriend of his.
Stiles had snapped. One moment he'd been staring holes through Void, the next Void was a screaming pillar of flame. He'd taken longer than he should have to extinguish it, letting the bastard roast for a while until he could hear the popping of the fat under his skin. Then there was nothing but a blackened body that toppled to the ground. Stiles stared at it, waiting for it to disintegrate like it had last time, only this wasn't last time. This was in Asgard and Void was...
Shit. Void would get called back to the castle. He bolted for it, hoping to get there in time to keep him from leaving it, maybe convince a guard to sit on him, but he couldn't find him anywhere in it. He'd searched for almost two hours before he gave up. Either Void had gotten out before he'd gotten there or he'd been sent back to hell. Stiles sent out a general text to everyone (except Rachel) to watch out for anyone looking like him, then he went home.
He was tired and worn out and sort of disgusted with himself. And then there was Rachel, worry on her face and those hands holding him like he was something precious.]
I'm okay.
[He wanted to touch her, but he had ash on his hands. Gross Void ash.]
I need to go grab a shower. Then we can talk, okay?
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Stiles had snapped. One moment he'd been staring holes through Void, the next Void was a screaming pillar of flame. He'd taken longer than he should have to extinguish it, letting the bastard roast for a while until he could hear the popping of the fat under his skin. Then there was nothing but a blackened body that toppled to the ground. Stiles stared at it, waiting for it to disintegrate like it had last time, only this wasn't last time. This was in Asgard and Void was...
Shit. Void would get called back to the castle. He bolted for it, hoping to get there in time to keep him from leaving it, maybe convince a guard to sit on him, but he couldn't find him anywhere in it. He'd searched for almost two hours before he gave up. Either Void had gotten out before he'd gotten there or he'd been sent back to hell. Stiles sent out a general text to everyone (except Rachel) to watch out for anyone looking like him, then he went home.
He was tired and worn out and sort of disgusted with himself. And then there was Rachel, worry on her face and those hands holding him like he was something precious.]
I'm okay.
[He wanted to touch her, but he had ash on his hands. Gross Void ash.]
I need to go grab a shower. Then we can talk, okay?