VIDEO. OPEN TO SEELIE & UNSEELIE

[infame]

[It's with great, great smugness that Peter opens his locket. He smiles, quite serenely; this is an open invitation, not to both courts, but to those who know him specifically. He smiles with all his teeth - is reclining quite comfortably in his room. He's packed a bag, intending to leave in the next few days, but no one need know that. ]

Good evening - I've come into quite a bit of luck, recently. Good news should be shared, as my older sister would say.

[There's a mischievous edge to his entire face. For a moment, he pauses. ]

I had known that our monarchs were generous, but I hadn't quite believed it until I experienced it first hand.

[At this, his eyes change. They glow red, his teeth just shy of fangs. He's positively brimming with elation. Hardly had to lift a finger. Hardly had to scheme at all and he's gotten what he wanted. Not a single drop of blood shed; he's sure Derek and Talia would both be so proud. ]

The eyes do come with a few draw backs, but none that I can't fix.

[It feels so good to be back in action. ] Anyway, I really ought to go. Consider this my Unseelie propaganda duty.

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[infame]

I've had time to heal, Stiles. I'm a much better man. Certainly a better alpha. There will no wild bites in the woods this time.

[teenyoda]

Please. That's like saying Hitler had a timeout and understands the gravity of his situation and he'll play nicely with all the other countries now. You're poison. There's no fixing that.

[infame]

Don't take the moral high ground with me, Stiles. You, Lydia - Allison. If any of you had gone through what I have, you'd be just as monstrous.

[teenyoda]

Bullshit. We all went through our own nightmares.

[Don't rub in the nogitsune incident, Peter, or fur was the last thing you'd have to worry about.]

[infame]

With your families surviving the fall out.

[teenyoda]

No, not all of us. And you killed your own. And then tried to kill another. I don't know what you've got cooking in that brain of yours, Peter, but I don't trust you. I never have and I never will. You're evil personified.

[infame]

[There's a long, long pause. ]

Killing Laura was the decision of a beast running on instinct. I won't preach to you about grief, Stiles. You have no idea what it does to a person, let alone a werewolf.

[teenyoda]

I have no idea of what grief does? Screw you, Peter. This is why you're an asshole. You're so wrapped up in your own pity party that you created that you never actually look outside it to see anything else. Must be a nice Peter-colored sky in your world.

[infame]

Oh, yes. I had forgotten that everyone you ever loved had been burned alive. You really have come on so well, you can barely see the scars on your face Stiles. Magnificent progress after coming out of that six year coma also, by the way. I hear it can really take a toll on a person, but really have just come on so well.

[teenyoda]

Don't play the poor wounded wolf with me. You're a dick. Your actions have pretty much set that in stone. You were in control of yourself when you mauled Lydia. And probably when you bit Scott. Calculated moves that you try to pass off as 'things I did while under the influence of being a crazy asshole'. Pretty sure that's a default mode for you, Peter.

[infame]

I hardly mauled Lydia. Scott was a terrible decision made in the dark while I was out of my mind, however.

[teenyoda]

Excuse you?

[Yep, that was it. He'd pushed a button.]

I was there. She was mauled and bleeding and carved up like a Christmas turkey. And you did it to prove a point? To get what you wanted. You're a dick, Peter. You're a selfish asshole and you used her even after what you did to her. There's a word I'm looking for that fits you and it begins with R.

[infame]

[this lil shit. ]

I bit her and now she has access to a fountain of power beyond anything you can comprehend.

[teenyoda]

You bit her and clawed her and then mind-raped her into bringing you back from the dead. She was already a banshee, Peter. You didn't make her. She made herself. She doesn't need you claiming that as a victory. You gave her access to things she has no control over. You're trying to drive her crazy at every turn and you can just go screw yourself.

[The saddest thing about this is it's not distance that's making him say this. He'd say it to Peter's face and Peter likely knows it. It's fury, plain and simple.]

[infame]

On the contrary, Stiles. I wouldn't do a thing to harm Lydia Martin.

[he doesn't really want to admit that his first instinct is to keep her safe. Probably side effects from living in her head?????? Who even knows. ]

[teenyoda]

You're too late on that. Your mere presence hurts her. The fact that you're alive, existing and breathing the same air hurts her. You want to keep her safe? Go walk off a cliff.

[infame]

The last I checked, Stiles, I wasn't the one leaving fake bombs on school buses.

[teenyoda]

Last I checked, I wasn't either.

[Fuck you, Peter. Fuck you in your ass.]

[infame]

Funny how these things are subjective.

[teenyoda]

When you get possessed by a demonic spirit, we can talk about things. Everything you did was all on you, Peter. No one else up in your head but you.

[infame]

When you lose your mind and spend six years in your own head, get back to me.

[teenyoda]

And this is why you're an asshole. Six years talking to just yourself was enough to drive you to kill everyone you knew? Way to be a sport. Real champion there, Petey boy. You get stuck in your head and your first thoughts coming out are, 'Hey, I think I'll kill my niece'.

[infame]

[His first instinct is to spit fuck you, but he's got manners. He's furious, his eyes burning red and for a moment there's a snarl. There's a guttural sound, feral and frightening. He's tired of explaining himself. He's tired of being accused of being heartless. He's so tired of these ridiculous teenagers are their lack of comprehension.

Derek, he can take this from. Derek? He deserves this from Derek. He deserves this from Cora. But Stiles, Lydia and Allison - they don't understand anything.

He breathes. His eyes fade to blue. He exhales. He ends the conversation without a word.]