You are so very welcome. I'm going to be on the lookout for more color stuff. Maybe I'll find something glittery or metallic.
[His hand that wasn't tucked around her reached for one of hers, just sort of playing their fingers together as he looked down at them. Then he met her eyes again and smiled.]
Thank you for my present. He is badass and you are badass for making him.
[ Rachel lets her hand rest flat, palm up, just so he can play however he wants, her fingers curling against his as well. it's just really comfortable, and easy, and now she's watching his hands, and she pretty much immediately feels the urge to draw them, much like how she wanted to draw his lips a second ago, and his eyes just before then. she's crushing so stupidly hard on him, she can tell, but she's not letting herself worry about it so much. time was limited here, they've talked about this. worrying about how much she likes someone and not just enjoying the fact that she does at all isn't worth it. ]
As soon as I knew I could do it, I knew that was what I wanted to give you. At first I thought maybe a puppy would be safer, and ..really cute, seeing you with a puppy, but I figured with your fire powers, a dragon would be a great match.
Plus, it turns out you and a little dragon is pretty cute, too.
[He was drawing little lines over her palm, tracing the ones that were there and maybe writing out their initials with a heart around them. Maybe. Good thing she'd never know.]
Ah, yeah, no puppies. Scott was using them as currency a while ago and I, uh, kind of got a wolf pup a little while ago that I think was intended for someone else. Or, it was my gift to them since I couldn't figure out anything else. She peed on my shoes. Four times.
[ if she were paying better attention she might realized what he's doing, but she's more focused on the that feels nice aspect of it than anything else. and then she's laughing and focusing on the fact that she knows Stiles hangs out with werewolves and one of his friends ( not to say he's a werewolf, but keep following ) gave him a wolf puppy. it's- it sounds a little weird that's all!! but that last thing makes her stop thinking about it anyway ]
Gods, I hope not. As long as you don't feed it- radioactive sludge, I'm sure he'll pee like a regular -dragon.
[ she's sure she would have read that somewhere back home if dragons really did have corros- oh gross, moving on ]
He owns a pet store. Kind of got ruined a while ago, but I think he's getting it put back together again.
[No, Rachel. Keep up. He got the cub from Asgard as some sort of answer to his 'wtf do I get Derek as a present' situation. Now the wolf cub was safely with him and he'd washed his shoes fifteen times. No more puppy or wolf pee.]
Where would I get radioactive sludge? Why would I feed it to him?
[He gave her a sideways look, but it turned into a grin as he closed his hand over hers.]
[ she's seriously lost, and still not convinced that one of his werewolf friends didn't have wolf pups. which is fine! hey, you be you. but anyway, she's caught up on the whole "pet store being ruined" aspect of the story and her heart kind of twists up because maybe she's never had a pet of her own, but she loveloveloves animals. takes part in Save the Wildlife rallies and everything. to hear a pet store got messed up? HEARTbreaking. but it was a while ago, so she's just going to check up on that sometime soon. maybe she can help them fix it up! ]
Me? You're the one suggesting Hale's pee might be able to melt through titanium. [ she doesn't sound too defensive though, even if she is turning her face into his shoulder so she can pretend to bite him ] And remind me to draw you new kicks, I can't believe you're just- walking around with puppy-pee shoes on. Seriously. [ like it doesn't matter if he's washed them 15 times, nope, she just likes having a reason to tease him ]
I have a sneaking suspicion this is just so you have an excuse to make me things that have 'Property of Red' on them. I'm surprised a pair of boxers hasn't found a home in my room yet.
[He was teasing, but it was half-truth and he so didn't have a problem with it. He turned and dropped a light kiss on the top of her head, smirking. Guess who pretty much had decided who his future wife was going to be?]
Like you need my name across your boxers to remind you that I own your butt. [ yep just making herself laugh, and her face scrunches up with that kiss on the head, like that could make her look less guilty. ]
I wouldn't put my name all over everything. Though now I kind of want to draw some sleepshorts to go with my new shirt. Unless you expect me to wear that shirt out about about, even if it lets everybody know your super-secret nickname.
That wouldn't count, because it wasn't a gift like the original shirt is. Which I really like, by the way. Though I like to think people know better than to touch without asking me first anyway. [ snerk ] But I see your point.
[ her fingers splay out wide before curling up with Stiles' again, her thumb tapping out an absent patten on the back of his hand. ]
So, is this- [ weh labels. weh thinking. weh tempting fate. ] -me and you, are we an us now? Like, an implied, off-the-market situation? "Dating" is a stupid word. So are boyfriend and girlfriend. [ and Rachel's nervous? Rachel's nervous. ] But I wouldn't mind being your girl. If you're cool with that.
I could try to go get another one made, just for you. Maybe one that's a little more explicit.
[He was grinning as their hands sort of tangled together, feeling like this was the most surreal thing that had ever happened to him. Sure, he'd died a few times and had a werewolf as a best friend, but come on. A hot redhead that was into him who gave him a dragon as a present? Too cool.]
My girl.
[Yeah, yeah he liked the sound of that. His arm tightened around her and he probably looked like he was high with how goofy his grin was.]
I can safely say I'm off the market and yeah, I'd really like if it was more than implied. Definitely an us thing. I am incredibly cool with that.
[ she's still trying to convince herself that she hasn't cursed Stiles to some kind of fiery death for asking him out, or having this kind of interest in him at all. no dating, no boys. or no powers. but her powers are already gone, so really that just leaves the question of is Stiles safe. then again, she's pretty sure there would have been some serious warning signs by now if she was doing something wrong.
so they're fine. really, really fine.
totally.
gods, she wishes Annabeth was here. she would know exactly how fine or not fine they really were. hn. ]
I wish Hale would wake up. I would like more playtime with him, and more kisses from you.
[He grinned at that, the hand around her side tugging her a little closer.]
You're the one who made him so sleepy. Guess being created takes a lot out of you. How about you? Are you tired? You do get drained if you use it too much, you know. Was a dragon too much? Do you need to lie down?
Let's give it a year. If you manage to train Hale not to eat anybody for a whole year, then I'll give you an army.
[ suuuuuuuure... also, Rachel's kind of nuzzling her face against his shoulder, trying really hard to be aware of if her curls are tickling his face, or the dragon. although she's not sure if dragons really are ticklish. hm. food for thought. ]
[Her curls could tickle him all they wanted. He had a girl. His girl. Tucked in against his side and one who'd drawn and brought to life a dragon for him. Yeah, best Christmas ever, right?
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[His hand that wasn't tucked around her reached for one of hers, just sort of playing their fingers together as he looked down at them. Then he met her eyes again and smiled.]
Thank you for my present. He is badass and you are badass for making him.
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As soon as I knew I could do it, I knew that was what I wanted to give you. At first I thought maybe a puppy would be safer, and ..really cute, seeing you with a puppy, but I figured with your fire powers, a dragon would be a great match.
Plus, it turns out you and a little dragon is pretty cute, too.
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Ah, yeah, no puppies. Scott was using them as currency a while ago and I, uh, kind of got a wolf pup a little while ago that I think was intended for someone else. Or, it was my gift to them since I couldn't figure out anything else. She peed on my shoes. Four times.
I just sort of hope dragon pee isn't corrosive.
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[ if she were paying better attention she might realized what he's doing, but she's more focused on the that feels nice aspect of it than anything else. and then she's laughing and focusing on the fact that she knows Stiles hangs out with werewolves and one of his friends ( not to say he's a werewolf, but keep following ) gave him a wolf puppy. it's- it sounds a little weird that's all!! but that last thing makes her stop thinking about it anyway ]
Gods, I hope not. As long as you don't feed it- radioactive sludge, I'm sure he'll pee like a regular -dragon.
[ she's sure she would have read that somewhere back home if dragons really did have corros- oh gross, moving on ]
I'm sure Hale won't pee on your shoes, at least.
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[No, Rachel. Keep up. He got the cub from Asgard as some sort of answer to his 'wtf do I get Derek as a present' situation. Now the wolf cub was safely with him and he'd washed his shoes fifteen times. No more puppy or wolf pee.]
Where would I get radioactive sludge? Why would I feed it to him?
[He gave her a sideways look, but it turned into a grin as he closed his hand over hers.]
You're insanely weird and that is kind of hot.
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Me? You're the one suggesting Hale's pee might be able to melt through titanium. [ she doesn't sound too defensive though, even if she is turning her face into his shoulder so she can pretend to bite him ] And remind me to draw you new kicks, I can't believe you're just- walking around with puppy-pee shoes on. Seriously. [ like it doesn't matter if he's washed them 15 times, nope, she just likes having a reason to tease him ]
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[He was teasing, but it was half-truth and he so didn't have a problem with it. He turned and dropped a light kiss on the top of her head, smirking. Guess who pretty much had decided who his future wife was going to be?]
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I wouldn't put my name all over everything. Though now I kind of want to draw some sleepshorts to go with my new shirt. Unless you expect me to wear that shirt out about about, even if it lets everybody know your super-secret nickname.
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[Not that there was even a remote possibility of that happening.]
You could. Or you could make a new one that just said Stiles owns this so keep your hands off. You know... if you felt like it.
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[ her fingers splay out wide before curling up with Stiles' again, her thumb tapping out an absent patten on the back of his hand. ]
So, is this- [ weh labels. weh thinking. weh tempting fate. ] -me and you, are we an us now? Like, an implied, off-the-market situation? "Dating" is a stupid word. So are boyfriend and girlfriend. [ and Rachel's nervous? Rachel's nervous. ] But I wouldn't mind being your girl. If you're cool with that.
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[He was grinning as their hands sort of tangled together, feeling like this was the most surreal thing that had ever happened to him. Sure, he'd died a few times and had a werewolf as a best friend, but come on. A hot redhead that was into him who gave him a dragon as a present? Too cool.]
My girl.
[Yeah, yeah he liked the sound of that. His arm tightened around her and he probably looked like he was high with how goofy his grin was.]
I can safely say I'm off the market and yeah, I'd really like if it was more than implied. Definitely an us thing. I am incredibly cool with that.
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[ she's still trying to convince herself that she hasn't cursed Stiles to some kind of fiery death for asking him out, or having this kind of interest in him at all. no dating, no boys. or no powers. but her powers are already gone, so really that just leaves the question of is Stiles safe. then again, she's pretty sure there would have been some serious warning signs by now if she was doing something wrong.
so they're fine. really, really fine.
totally.
gods, she wishes Annabeth was here. she would know exactly how fine or not fine they really were. hn. ]
I wish Hale would wake up. I would like more playtime with him, and more kisses from you.
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You're the one who made him so sleepy. Guess being created takes a lot out of you. How about you? Are you tired? You do get drained if you use it too much, you know. Was a dragon too much? Do you need to lie down?
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[ yeah, she's tired. which is why she's being so damn pliant in all this tugging closer and leaning on him stuff. ]
You make it sound as if I've never brought a mythical, fire-breathing creature to life before. Pah. Childs' play.
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[He grinned as he rested his chin on top of her head. Yeah, an army of dragons would be pretty badass.]
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[ suuuuuuuure... also, Rachel's kind of nuzzling her face against his shoulder, trying really hard to be aware of if her curls are tickling his face, or the dragon. although she's not sure if dragons really are ticklish. hm. food for thought. ]
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[Her curls could tickle him all they wanted. He had a girl. His girl. Tucked in against his side and one who'd drawn and brought to life a dragon for him. Yeah, best Christmas ever, right?
Now he just had to get through dinner.]