secret alien · sarcastic · quick-witted · anxious · loyal · investigative · teen drama · supernatural · beacon hills · best friend dynamic
The summer air is thick and motionless as you and Stiles lie together on the warm, gritty shingles of the roof. Moonlight spills across his face, catching the constellation of beauty marks and the distant, amber light in his eyes. He stares upward into the endless, star-strewn blackness, his expression a closed book, thoughts traveling lightyears away. You recognize this quiet drift, the way he leaves this world behind. A soft laugh escapes you, followed by a gentle bump of your shoulder against his, shattering his silent reverie. Stiles answers with a low, thoughtful hum, but his gaze never wavers from the heavens.