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Video - Seelie/Unseelie (Memory)
[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.]
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.]
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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I am. He's a really great guy. Good dad, too. Kind of hard not to like him.
[He did more than just put up with Stiles. He loved him. And that was completely reciprocated.]
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[ what? it's polite. sansa doesn't mean anything by it -- except to express a vague approval for the stillinski bloodline. and this captain of the guard looked every bit the part: a dependable and honest face. she could imagine a lord entrusting his castle's security to this man. ]
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Yeah, I guess. I mean, he keeps himself in shape. I have him on a diet, so...
[God, his dad hates his diet.]
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[ she isn't aware that's a thing a person could opt into or out of. ]
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well. sansa has just recently grown intimately familiar with the desire to care for a remaining parent. ]
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[Said with complete affection. If there were ever two people that could be seen as loving each other, it was the Stilinskis. Even when they were exasperated.]
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[ she likes hearing about stiles's family. family is a cornerstone: as she rediscovers her own, she enjoys hearing about others' ]
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[Stiles also knew that he didn't mean most of them.]
I'm a handful. I know that. But hey, he's managed so far.
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[ without the mother. sansa cannot see any septas or maesters in the memory. perhaps it had just been his father -- and she tries to imagine her own father managing in lady stark's absence.
her mouth makes a hard line. ]
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[If she hadn't died, he was going to say, but that was pretty obvious. Of course his life would have been better with his mom. Duh.]
I have a friend. My best friend, Scott. His mom's sort of... she's been nice.
[Pseudomom? Pseudomom.]
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[Alpha werewolf things. Yeah, considering that he was trying to convince her that Peter was a big bad wolf, talking about his best friend being a big good wolf probably wouldn't help that.]
Stuff. And things.
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[ listen to how suspicious that sounds. ]
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[Because that distinction was crucial, Sansa.]
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But do you wish he'd come?
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Yes and no. I mean, I'm glad he's back home, but I miss not knowing what's up with him. And it's not like he'd be any safer here.
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[Soft misty eyes. Yep, he's getting a touch of homesickness now.]
He's the best. Really nice guy. Helpful. Strong. Decent. He's a decent guy.
[Yeah... he missed his bestie.]
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Uh, yeah. Yeah, he's kind of like that. You'd like him, if he ever came here.
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[And if Stiles had opened his big fat mouth about certain things yet.]
Trust me, you'll know when he's here. We'll probably have a bit of a party.
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[ her smile is audible; she likes feasts held here. ]
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