[The loudest thing that comes through is the thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump of the heartbeat next to him. And while that does manage to drown out the rest of the noise coming from the carnival, it's not in a good way.
Hunger flares in his stomach, and his eyes are drawn to the juncture of Cora's neck, exposed by the v-neck of her shirt, the pulse of the artery there, all he would have to do is bite down.
Cora's looks up at him, trying to read the expression on his face, but she doesn't quite catch his focus (3). Her voice is far away, fuzzy, in the background of the steady pounding of her heart, but he does hear her.]
Stiles? You okay?
[Maybe if he takes a drink, everything else will fade away. She's a werewolf. She'll heal. All he needs is a taste.
Make a will save, Stiles. Also Scott, perception check.]
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Hunger flares in his stomach, and his eyes are drawn to the juncture of Cora's neck, exposed by the v-neck of her shirt, the pulse of the artery there, all he would have to do is bite down.
Cora's looks up at him, trying to read the expression on his face, but she doesn't quite catch his focus (3). Her voice is far away, fuzzy, in the background of the steady pounding of her heart, but he does hear her.]
Stiles? You okay?
[Maybe if he takes a drink, everything else will fade away. She's a werewolf. She'll heal. All he needs is a taste.
Make a will save, Stiles. Also Scott, perception check.]