eachdraidh | Video - Seelie/Unseelie (Partially Accidental)

[The image comes on of a room, an unfamiliar room to all but a small handful in Troichean Beinn. The picture rises and falls rapidly, a panting sound coming before there's a sharp cry and the visual changes to the wall as the body wearing the locket rises.

Sorry, folks, but it seems like Stiles turned the locket on while he was having his nightmare or vision or whatever the hell it was, reaching for something to help him get out of it and flicking on the video. Oops? He'd be embarrassed if he wasn't so confused.]

Scott? Malia...?

[He blinks, eying the stone walls in front of him and groaning as it all comes back in a rush. Drabwurld. Fairies. Crap.

It's a moment after that that he realizes the locket's on and he looks tired as he turns it to peer into it, seeing it unlocked to both courts. Great.]

Um... I guess I left? But I'm back now. Though... I'm not at Caer Glaem. Am I still at Troichean Beinn? Gendry? Jon? Sansa? I thought I would have shown up back at court, but hey, look, they don't entirely suck.

[Nope. Someone didn't know they'd been sleeping. He thought he'd left and gone for months and came back. Who wants to break the news? ~~Shut up, Peter~~.]

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Yeah, well, wolves are kind of forest creatures, huh? Maybe make them a little wolf-garden to run around in. Can't really rock out with your bad wolf self if you can't pee on something, right?

[Pointedly ignoring the rest because hah, Jon. Hah.]

Would a wolf-garden really grow inside a mountain? [So Jon has never actually been to the place he's about to help rule, whoops?] I've no idea, in truth.

They have indoor greenhouses and gardens where I come from. We could work something out if we need to.

[Now Stiles was picturing them living in a mountain. Way to go, Jon. You were going to just shatter his dreams.]

Well, we've got you, haven't we? You can make it now inside a castle, surely you can do something for trees for my wolves to piss upon. [Wait. He's only seen the others in his wolf-dreams, Stiles still only knows about the one...] --Wolf, I mean. Though Nymeria is welcome to it, too.

[As far as Stiles knew, Jon was still taking care of the pup. That meant wolves.]

Well, yeah. I'm not making boy wolf and girl wolf gardens for pissing purposes.

[Alright, he can't not look amused.] But what if they should wish for some privacy? Would you deny them such things?

Dude...

[He gave Jon the most bland look he could muster.]

They lick their butts and have sex in public. I really don't think they care about anyone watching while they pee.

Ghost doesn't do either of those things. [In public....] There ought to at least be separate trees. It's only kind.

You sure about that? Maybe Ghost is just as fickle as you in looking for the right lady wolf to get his freak on with. And they're wolves. They'll pee where they want. Just be glad it's not in your shoes.

[So not engaging Stiles on the subject of hanky-panky, that leads to dangerous, embarrassing places.] If they start wetting in my shoes now I'm laying the blame solely at your feet, Stiles.

... Ha... the worst part about that is that you didn't even do it on purpose. You're gonna lay your shoes solely at my feet? God, Jon. Words. Words have meanings.

And you'd better not blame me for your canine incontinence problem. Put doggy diapers on them.

And what are "doggy diapers" meant to be?

Exactly what it says on the box, bro. They're diapers. That you put on dogs. Sometimes they eat things that give them, ah, diarrhea, or they have worms or something and people don't want it getting on their carpet, so... doggy diapers.

Oh-- really. [Why do all of their conversations find ways to become terrible like this?? Jon's not trying not to laugh, that's just your imagination, Stiles.] There are days I wonder why I name you friend.

I hear that a lot.

[It was sad, man. Truly sad. Why couldn't you appreciate his awesomeness.]

Maybe you need someone like me to lighten you up a bit. So serious all the time. It's not good for you.

It isn't proper for Lord Commanders to be... light, Stiles. [Lord Commanders must be huge sticks in the mud it's in the handbook!]

Bullshit. My dad's a sheriff and he manages to have a sense of humor. Cops learn to... compartmentalize. You can't let it become your whole life, Jon. You gotta... I don't know. You have to take those weird moments when you can. The ones that make you laugh or make you feel like you're never going to die? You need those for when the shit hits the fan.

All men must die, Stiles. I don't see what good it does to forget that. Seems that could only make it come faster.

Doesn't mean you have to line up and take it when it comes along. There's nothing wrong with ducking to keep going a little while longer.

And no offense, bro, but you're wrong. Living your whole life with a sense of impending doom just makes you age faster and leeches all the fun out of life. Studies have proven this.

Who would even study that sort of thing?

[You sweet summer puppy.]

Haha... yeah. There's so much studying where I come from, there are actual studies of studies. I mean, we study psychology, biology, entomology, archaeology... a lot of ologys. Just be lucky I'm not telling you about the sex studies.

[Jon Snow knows nothing, it's a fact.] It's best that you don't. [LET'S JUST CHANGE THE SUBJECT NOW:] Are you not hungry after your long sleep?

[One day, Jon, he'll tell you all about sex studies. And the Karma Sutra. And Penthouse. =|]

Um...

[Now that he mentioned it... his stomach let out a remarkably loud gurgle.]

Maybe just a bit peckish.

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