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[banded]

Date & Time: January 15th, day and night
Location: … Places ...
Characters: Teen Wolf cast + Peter Rumancek
Summary: It’s the full moon and there are a couple out of control werewolves.
Warnings: Werewolf business, up to and including violence and moon-induced assholery.

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[argentite]

[ allison follows scott's gaze with a frown, catching onto the sight of the disappearing nails. the fact that he can push it back should quell her worries, but if he's losing control for it to happen in the first place -- well, it isn't a promising sign.

she hesitates slightly before reaching out and taking scott's hand in her own. maybe it'd be an idea to regret later, if any sort of potential awkwardness rose between them, but right now, she thinks that this is what scott needs; a human touch to remind him of his own humanity and to keep him grounded.

her thumb brushes across his palm and allison musters up the strength to try and sound as calm as possible. her mind is already drifting to possibilities related to their near deaths when saving their parents -- deaton had warned them of the adverse effects and allison herself had been no stranger to them (although thankfully, being in exsilium served to keep her distracted from most of them), but she can't be sure until scott confirms it. ]

You can tell me, Scott.

[banded]

[The touch of her hand, of her thumb over his palm, calms him. It helps him focus. Even with the brimming and overwhelming feeling of negativity with regards to her, he is able to grab on to a firmer part of—well, himself. Maybe it's a bad idea, maybe he shouldn't cling to that, but he isn't really thinking that way right now.

It also helps him here, with Allison, because he can answer her question. He steadies his breathing and looks on ahead.]

I'm not sure. [It's a beginning.] I mean—I'm not sure what it is. Without Deaton here, I can't be sure. I think it has to do with what we did to help our parents. [Scott pauses, fingers curling lightly around her hand.] Has anything happened to you?

[argentite]

[ her hand stays firmly wrapped around his own, giving an encouraging squeeze, as she waits for him to continue speaking. everything he's saying only brings back flashes of her own memories — or rather, hallucinations. the flashes that she'd seen of kate whenever she'd closed her eyes, the way that she'd felt the darkness creeping in from the edges of her vision, even when she'd thrown herself entirely into something else in order to stop thinking about what it could mean.

yeah, she knows what he's talking about all too well, even if it hadn't manifested in the same ways. ]

I think so. I had — [ she catches herself on that word because is it really safe to say that they were a thing of the past? just because recent horrors in her real life had outweighed the ones of her imagination didn't mean that they'd gone away entirely. ] — I kept thinking that I was seeing Kate.

Did Deaton say anything at all? [ her attempts to comfort him aren't exactly working too well right now, but maybe if scott can recall something, it could help both of them. ]

[banded]

[Before he responds, he focuses quietly on her, giving a slight shake of his head. Deaton. Deaton would be great right now for more than one reason, because he knows how to come up with plans, he knows how to help, and he would be prepared for this. Scott needs to protect everyone. It's a part of who he is, but he also feels in over his head here.

That's an additional factor in all of this.]

Unless the darkness was meant to be literal. [Scott admits in this short statement that he wasn't sure if that would the case.] And this is just how we're separately experiencing it.