#starsdrew. scott mccall

[mazeheart]

" if you say so , " troy exhaled a sigh. he wasn't all that nosy of a person , so he wasn't about to dig deeper where he wasn't wanted. if anything , scott was just embarrassed of how he got banged up or something. he had his fair share of embarrassing stories , after all. " oof , that's rough , " he chuckled. " but i guess if they disappear as quick as they appear , no harm no foul ? " he said with a raised brow. " oh , like a broken bone ? dude , those things are the worst ... i broke my arm once and it was horrible. "

◟ ★ ⊰ " yeah, totally, " scott replied, his tone confident. what troy didn't know, was that they were already almost faded into nothing. werewolf healing speed had its perks, but it had disadvantages when it came to those who were unaware. he didn't like lying, but knew it was necessary for the protection of those who remained oblivious. " i'm fine, " scott reiterated. " i just bruise easily, but i heal pretty quickly, too. " the truth, but only a portion of it. " i've been through worse than a few bruises. "

[ofdragondreamers]

@starsdrew -- wednesday & scott.

"what is this place?" wednesday asks as she approaches, looking up at the other. she had only been here three days, not long at all. not long enough to process how she got here, surely. because she didn't know how she got here. "this isn't my home."

[porchkissed]

she   was   an   observant   person,   so   she   immediately   took   note   of   the   way   he   seemed   curious   when   she   mentioned   seeing   worse   in   life.   he   wasn’t   entirely   surprised,   just   intrigued   and   that   raised   a   small   red   flag   for   allison.   not   enough   to   not   trust   him   though,   the   raven   haired   girl   still   thought   that   he   was   safe   -   for   now.   “   yeah,   i   have.   every   town   has   secrets,   right   ?   “   allison   responded   back   before   laughing,   shoulders   relaxing   to   let   him   know   it   was   just   a   joke.   at   least,   what   she   wanted   him   to   assume.   she   nodded   as   he   spoke,   making   a   note   to   remember   the   name   this   time   around.   “   beacon   hills   ..   “   allison   murmured,   her   head   tilting   slightly.   why   did   that   name   ring   some   sort   of   bell   for   her   ?   “   that’s   ..   “   she   trailed   off,   shaking   her   head.   “   nice.   california   must   be   pretty.   i’ve   always   wanted   to   go   there,   my   dad   says   we   have   some   family   there   but   i’ve   never   met   them.   “

◟ ⋆ ❛ he  missed  her  so  much  .  seeing  her  ,  standing  there  ,  in  the  flesh  ?  it  was  a  lot  to  process  .  he'd  always  wondered  what  life  would  be  like  if  she'd  never  died  that  night  .  would  they  have  gotten  back  together  at  some  point  ?  scott  couldn't  know  for  sure  .  all  he  knew  ,  was  that  she  was  there  now  ,  and  he  wasn't  going  to  let  anything  to  happen  her  .  he'd  protect  her  this  time  .  “  you  have  ?  ”  scott  asked  ,  a  little  concerned  .  he  wondered  what  she'd  seen  ,  if  the  horrors  of  beacon  hills  existed  within  mystic  .  he  wouldn't  be  surprised  if  there  were  slip  ups  ,  either  .  he  swallowed  nervously  before  nodding  and  forcing  a  smile  .  “  yup  .  that's  me  .  scott  .  scott  mccall  .  ”  he  nodded  again  .  “  yeah  ,  i  am  .  i'm  actually  from  this  town  called  beacon  hills  .  it's  in  california  .  ”

[porchkissed]

she had been keeping to herself, because everything seemed easier this way. for some reason allison trusted no one in this town - despite being here her entire life. there were moments that didn't quite make sense; trying to walk to a grocery store she should've known the way to and then getting lost. or now, hearing a voice and seeing a face that made her turn around with a softer smile. instant trust for a fleeting moment, which she didn't have with anyone else. but then.. her eyebrows furrowed, head tilted. she'd never seen this man before. and her guard was up even further now. "yeah, sure. i guess so." allison took a step closer, cautiously. "are you trying to find somewhere?"

◟ ★ ⊰ closed starter. scott mccall for allison argent. @porchkissed

◟ ★ ⊰ she was supposed to be dead. scott remembered, because it was easily the most traumatic day of his young life. yet, there she stood. he knew this was allison, but he also was well aware of the curse that came with mystic. he knew what it did to lydia, he wondered if it did the same thing to her. he was hesitant on approaching, not knowing what to say. " excuse me, " he said, figuring that if she recognized him, he'd let her make that known. " i'm still kind of new here .... do you think you could help me with something? "

[mazeheart]

" are you sure ? those look nasty ... " troy pointed out. he had seen , and gotten , his fair share of bruises from basketball. sure , they were no big deal ; but they left their mark for a while. " sure you don't need ice or something , bro ? " he wasn't sure he believe the distracted walking excuse ; but he had no reason not to believe him either ... maybe he just bruised easily ?? " if you say so , bro , " troy let out an awkward chuckle. " i mean , i've come close to tumbling down some stairs when checking my phone , so i guess i get it. "

◟ ★ ⊰ non - verbal angst prompts . ( accepting. ) @mazeheart sent [ bruises ] ( sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver ) for scott & troy.

◟ ★ ⊰ " it's okay .... i'm okay. " scott quickly pulled his sleeve down, knowing fully well those bruises would be gone in seconds. he didn't have the patience to explain to a stranger that he was a werewolf. he did what he could to protect unsuspecting people from the supernatural, not draw them to it. " i just bumped into a wall 'cause like every other person of our generation ... i was too focused on my phone. " that was a lie. he delivered it with confidence, though. only someone like him would see right through it. he'd gotten into a fight with another werewolf, one who was losing control. he diffused the situation, though, and that was all that mattered.

[porchkissed]

his   laugh   had   allison   smiling   wider   than   she   could   remember   doing   in   recent   years.   there   was   something   gentle   about   him,   yet   mysterious   at   the   same   time.   allison   wondered   if   he   was   the   type   of   person   her   family   had   warned   her   about,   but   she   quickly   slipped   those   thoughts   into   the   back   of   her   mind.   he   seemed   far   too   sweet   to   be   a   monster.   “   that’s   okay.   trust   me,   i’ve   seen   scarier.   “   she   responded   back   absentmindedly.   allison   studied   his   features   carefully   before   her   hands   were   slipped   back   into   her   pockets.   “   your   name   was   -   it   was   scott,   right   ?   i   think   i   met   you   the   other   day   ?   are   you   new   here   ?   “

◟ ⋆ ❛ scott  didn't  like  lying  to  her  ,  even  if  she  didn't  remember  who  he  was  .  he  knew  he  couldn't  be  too  forthcoming  with  her  ,  though  .  scott  didn't  want  to  disrupt  her  life  ,  as  much  as  he  missed  her  .  he  was  trying  to  keep  a  respectful  distance  ,  he  didn't  know  what  to  do  ,  though  .  allison  was  the  first  girl  he'd  ever  loved  ,  her  not  recognizing  him  was  a  gut  punch  .  scott  did  what  he  could  to  maintain  a  brave  face  ,  though  .  “  i'm  okay  ,  ”  he  assured  her  ,  smiling  .  “  thank  you  ,  though  .  i  appreciate  it  .  it's  nice  of  you  to  offer  .  i'm  ,  uh  .  .  .  i'm  sorry  if  i  scared  you  looking  like  this  .  i  promise  it's  not  how  i  usually  look  ,  ”  he  told  her  ,  an  awkward  laugh  escaping  his  lips  . 

[porchkissed]

she   was   often   skeptical   of   everyone   she   met.   her   family   had   raised   her   to   be   that   way   -   people   had   bad   intentions,   always   assume   that   first   and   foremost.   but   this   man   seemed   gentle,   soft   spoken   and   reassuring.   every   time   allison   spoke   to   him   she   couldn’t   seem   to   find   a   single   thing   that   managed   to   have   her   guard   raise.   she   offered   him   a   small   smile   back,   unable   to   contain   herself   at   his.   “   okay,   good.   “   allison   murmured,   eyes   on   his   lingering   for   just   a   moment.   her   feet   were   firmly   planted   on   the   ground,   not   wanting   to   move   away   from   him   despite   her   brain   telling   her   she   should.   “   can   i   -   i   mean,   can   i   do   anything   for   you   ?   “

◟ ⋆ ❛ fortunately  ,  being  a  werewolf  came  with  a  unique  set  of  perks  .  he  was  fully  healed  from  his  injuries  already  .  unfortunately  ,  healing  did  not  mean  his  blood  stained  clothes  magically  became  clean  .  he  was  silently  thanking  his  abilities  ,  because  scott  hadn't  anticipated  her  to  step  forward  and  examine  him  for  any  .  guilt  wasn't  weighing  him  down  this  time  around  ,  hence  the  reason  he  appeared  unscathed  .  he  shook  his  head  ,  giving  her  a  gentle  smile  .  “  it's  okay  ,  ”  scott  assured  the  girl  .  he  wondered  what  her  life  in  mystic  was  like  ,  was  curious  to  know  if  she  was  raised  by  hunters  or  not  .  were  the  argents  in  mystic  just  average  people  ?  he'd  love  to  know  .  “  you  don't  need  to  apologize  ,  ”  he  insisted  .  the  concern  didn't  bother  him  in  the  slightest  .  he  nodded  at  her  query  ,  smile  growing  only  slightly  .  “  yeah  ,  yeah  .  i'm  fine  .  .  .  not  hurt  at  all  .  ”

[ofdragondreamers]

"where is your home, exactly?" wednesday asks, curiousity getting the best of her. and mystic was surely an interesting name for a town, she'd have to see if she would be able to do some research on this place. she was good at that, doing research. figuring things out. being a psychic certainly helped, too. "i'm from vermont," she adds. "and my name is wednesday. what's yours?"

◟ ⋆ ❛ what  was  this  place  ?  that  was  a  good  question  .  scott  didn't  even  know  himself  ,  not  really  .  he  was  still  trying  to  figure  that  out  .  it  was  in  his  nature  to  try  and  offer  comfort  ,  though  ,  hence  the  reason  he'd  do  what  he  could  to  try  and  explain  things  to  the  stranger  .  “  well  ,  i'm  not  so  sure  ,  ”  he  answered  truthfully  .  “  it's  called  mystic  ,  and  it  isn't  my  home  either  ,  but  i'm  trying  to  figure  it  out  .  ”  clearly  ,  she  was  like  him  and  stiles  .  she  knew  she  wasn't  from  this  place  ,  and  he  wondered  if  ,  perhaps  ,  she'd  be  able  to  help  him  figure  things  out  .

[porchkissed]

there  was  so  much  blood  on  his  clothes,  yet  he  seemed  completely  unharmed.  allison’s  head  tilted  in  his  direction,  eyes  narrowing  slightly.  she  was  quiet,  almost  like  she  was  taking  in  his  story  completely.  not  only  trying  to  decide  if  she  believed  him,  but  also  trying  to  decide  if  she  trusted  him.  scott  seemed  genuine  enough,  so  her  shoulders  unclenched  just  slightly.  maybe  she  didn’t  need  to  have  her  guard  so  high.  “  right,  okay.  “  there  was  still  skepticism  in  her  voice,  but  it  was  gentle.  the  same  gentleness  remained  as  she  moved  closer  to  the  male,  arm  reaching  out  to  slowly  lift  the  hem  of  his  shirt  up  just  a  bit.  it  was  almost  instinctual  to  check  for  injuries,  but  allison  dropped  her  hand  seconds  later.  “  shit,  i’m  sorry.  i  don’t  know  what  -  ”  her  head  shook,  her  actions  even  surprising  herself.  “  i’m  sorry.  you’re  sure  you’re  not  hurt  ?  “

◟ ⋆ ❛ answered meme   ; @porchkissed sent ; [ ❛    how   is   your   jacket   covered   in   blood?    ❜. ] for scott & allison . ( no longer accepting )

◟ ⋆ ❛ how  was  he  going  to  explain  this  one  away  ?  scott  didn't  know  .  he  was  like  a  deer  in  headlights  .  she  didn't  remember  him  ,  which  meant  ,  she  wouldn't  remember  that  he  was  a  werewolf  .  he  doubted  she  had  any  knowledge  at  all  of  the  supernatural  .  he  didn't  like  the  idea  of  lying  to  allison  ,  but  he  knew  it  was  necessary  in  this  instance  .  he  swallowed  ,  looking  down  at  his  jacket  before  looking  back  at  allison  .  “  i  ,  uh  .  .  .  i  was  going  for  a  walk  in  the  woods  .  sometimes  i  do  that  to  clear  my  mind  .  i  ended  up  finding  someone  out  there  who  got  hurt  .  he  was  trying  to  do  some  sort  of  .  .  .  stunt  .  i  think  that's  what  he  said  .  i  helped  him  get  to  the  hospital  .  i  guess  i  was  just  in  so  much  shock  i  didn't  notice  the  blood  ,  ”  scott  said  ,  shaking  his  head  .