Video - Seelie/Unseelie (Memory)

[teenyoda]

[If Stiles had been asked which memory he would have thought would have been forcibly pulled from his brain and broadcast to the entire Drabwurld, he never would have thought it would have been the one chosen by the star. With how his life had been lately, he would have expected something along the lines of screaming and death and pain and blood. Hurt. He'd expected to hurt.

He did, but in a different sort of way.]

[The boy that came running down the stairs had to have been about six or seven, dark hair tufted and sticking up, pajamas emblazoned with iconic little Batman symbols as bare feet padded over carpeted floors, down a set of stairs and over to the large Christmas tree set up in the corner. There was no snow outside (duh, California), but there was fake snow sprayed all over the windows, snowflake decals added to give it a winter feel. There was a gasp, little hands moving up to cover a mouth open in an 'o' of surprised glee at the presents piled up under the tree. The boy went over, pulling one out and shaking it, then looking up the stairs with a sort of thoughtful look. Maybe he could open just one before...]

Put that down, Stiles. Let us at least get a little coffee in us first?

[His dad came down the stairs, flannel pj pants and a tshirt half covered by a robe. He was yawning and scratching at his belly as he shuffled towards the kitchen. A woman followed after, looking just as sleepy but giving him a fond smile as she came over, her robe closed as she went to sit on the couch.]

Oh, let him open just one. It'll help him take the edge off, right, baby?

[The woman smiled at the boy and the boy jumped up, coming over to throw small arms around her neck and give her an enthusiastic kiss. The woman laughed and ruffled his hair, pushing him back over to the tree.]

Go on, then. One to tide you over until your old, grumpy parents get some caffeine in them.

[His dad sighed and looked over at her, but he clearly wasn't actually all that put out.]

You know you spoil him.

He's a baby. He's supposed to be spoiled.

I am not. I'm almost seven. That's practically all grown up.

See, mom? Practically a man already.

[The man laughed and set up the coffee maker before coming over and sitting heavily in a chair.]

Well, go on, then. It's two against one. Majority rules.

[The boy grinned, coming over and giving his dad a thankful hug before he went over to the tree, picking out one of the medium packages because he wanted to build up anticipation for that big one in the corner.

There were flickers of how that morning continued; paper everywhere, ribbons tied in hair both long and short, happy smiles as socks were oohed and ahhed over, gifts made by small hands fussed over and elated squeals of glee over the large box, which turned out to be a Star Wars compilation present with Lego sets and a pair of light sabers that would be used the next day with Scott. They'd both be broken in four months. The image flickered and faded with the three of them on the couch, the boy sitting on the woman's lap, playing with a strand of hair as the man sat beside them, showing them something in a book he'd gotten from his wife.]

IN THE MORNING
[With eyes a little red, he addressed the network.]

So... guess there's nothing we can do to stop that, huh?

[What he really wanted to ask is if there was a way to save it.]

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In my defense, most boys smelled funny and had glue in their hair at the tender age of eight. ( Except Jackson, but she'll leave that out, because she doesn't really want to hurt Stiles' feelings anymore, ever. ) But I didn't know that you weren't supposed to call them out on it.

[teenyoda]

[He rolled his eyes at that. He hadn't smelled funny, okay? That was the glue =| ]

Uh huh. And the next ten years?

[Not like he held that over her. NOT AT ALL.]

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Are... ( She drags it out, very very very nicely, and long. ) In the past. ( Though she supposes she owes him an apology. Perhaps several. But is far too stubborn to just come out with it right now. )

[teenyoda]

Never said it was anything recent.

[cough cough as of earlier that year cough]

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Do I actually need to say it? ( Because she thought the fact that she actually recognizes his worth and gives a shit about him is pretty damn apparently lately. )

[teenyoda]

Say what?

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( DRAMATIC SIGH. ) I'm sorry.

[teenyoda]

[He waited a moment, trying to see if Hell would actually freeze over. Nope. Not yet.]

I accept your apology.

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No, I mean it. ( THIS IS SO PAINFUL FOR HER PRIDE. ) I never should have treated you like a second-class citizen.

[teenyoda]

It happens, Lydia. We were kids. Not like we had any clue what was going to happen.

[He supposes he can let her off the hook...]

It's okay, okay?

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Okay. So we're good, right? Because being here on its own is weird enough, you know? We need to stick together. Without residual awkwardness.

[teenyoda]

Yeah, Lyds, we're good.

[Like he could actually stay mad at her.]

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Good, because I just bought this lipgloss, since none actually exists at Caer Glaem, and I would hate to waste it throwing it at you. ( GRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINS cutely. )

[teenyoda]

Of all the things you could pick up and throw, why would you throw lip gloss?

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I think you'd be better of just trusting me that, when thrown properly, it's an unpleasant thing to be on the receiving end of.

[teenyoda]

.. It's lip gloss. It's a tiny tube. Unless you have phenomenal aim and get me in the eye, I think I'll survive. I better not see you going into battle armed only in a belt with various lip glosses.

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What if it's secretly infused with the chemicals to be explosive, hmm? What then? You know I could do it. Exploding Lipgloss. The Faerie Queen would worship me.

[teenyoda]

Then I highly doubt you'd be putting it on your lips and therefore it would moot as 'lip gloss' and have its status changed to 'small nuclear device'.

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Stiles. ( SHARP INTAKE OF VERY ANNOYED BREATH. ) Do you know what happens when you crush a girl's dreams?

[teenyoda]

My very sensitive testicles get equally crushed?

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Now you're getting it.

[teenyoda]

I'd like to avoid that. They might actually come in handy one day.

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Ew.

[teenyoda]

Ew. Really? Really?

[Rude, Lydia.]

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I'm trying very hard not to think about anyone's sex life lately, thank you very much.