[She tips her head up to look at him before nodding.]
Yeah, of course.
[It's not that much of a hardship. She likes the sheriff. And Beacon Hills ... well it's not as daunting to return to as it used to be. She should probably pay her parents a visit too.
I still feel bad about that. Usually I'm better at giving the talk.
[Even though she probably shouldn't because it's not like she intentionally poisoned herself with mistletoe.]
But it'll be nice to see your dad again.
[He was always nice to her. Even if he probably wasn't as fond of her brother or her uncle, depending on what was going on in Beacon Hills at the time.
Part of her wants to see if he's willing to take the pin out of that trip to New Orleans they talked about, but she knows that talking to his dad is probably a big enough step to worry about right now. Telling the Sheriff about vampirism can be the big worry for now.
But he's also standing close and the other part of her is wondering if he's going to do something with that. Malia would probably tell her just to kiss him and get it out of the way, but given their starts and stops she doesn't think forcing it is her best move. And part of her needs him to make it, to confirm that it's not just in her head anymore.
So she'll wait. One way or another they'll figure it out.]
Do you need to pack up anything from here to take with you? Or are you going to keep the apartment for now?
Please don't carry that with you, it happened. Jennifer Blake was a psycho dark Druid who seduced Derek and tried to kill our parents. Wasn't on you.
( but he squeezes her hand again, all the same.
he's fucked this up more times than he can count. he spoke to her in the ambulance. had a moment years ago. and then they came together and something clicked. the Hale in her saw something in him. and he's always seen something in her, even if he's been AWOL to do anything about it.
he continues to stand, hands in hers. it's -- comical to a point, but he considers that gesturing with his face around them. )
Think it's too soon to decide all that, but, it's not mine. Government issue. But, for now. Light packing, maybe, enough for -- a week? We could detour to New Orleans. That's a promise I'd really like to keep, if you'll let me.
( He looks down his arm at their hands, back up at her eyes. His breath catches. Save him from himself. Save them both from themselves? He doesn't know how to pull the trigger. And this is coming from the guy who gave Malia sex lessons. And crashed and burned with Lydia. Maybe that's a big part of this. Lydia. Maybe it's not. Pulling away. Burying himself in the FBI. )
[Cora watches him, and is paying just enough attention to see that catch in his gaze (15). That uncertainty in not knowing how to proceed. And she can't really say she's much better. She leans more towards Derek's side of the spectrum than Malia's. While Malia will throw herself into situations, follow her id with abandon and be able to walk away without a second thought - at least until things get too complicated. Derek on the other hand just seems to fall into things, for better or worse (usually worse).
Cora, on the other hand, seems stuck in the middle. She wants things, but she doesn't know how to let herself fall.
It probably has something to do with how she grew up, spending her formative years waiting for an axe to fall or hunters to find her. And it's not as though she hadn't found her ways into relationships, but it hadn't been this hard - it also hadn't been something she's wanted this much either.
One of them is going to have to make a move, and in stereotypical fashion, it probably should be the Hale. That's what Hales do, they push until something breaks, and she very much doesn't want this to break. She's not Malia, nor is she Lydia, where she knows exactly the right words to move things from one moment to next.
She moves her free hand to his side and takes another step closer, putting things into motion but still asking him to meet her halfway.]
( His first motion is wrong and it doesn't mean what it looks like it means. He shakes his head, because she's not wrong. She feels it, too. She stood by his side. Maybe she's seen him since high school. He'd argue they were all preoccupied and she was in hiding, but they are older now. And as much shit as he might get for kissing Derek's sister, he'd bet money he'd get more shit for breaking her heart. For taking her this far, getting them kidnapped, and then choking when it came to the most important part.
Which is why he ends both of their miseries.
He draws her close, meets her halfway and his mouth collides with hers. Because she's going to go back with him so he can tell his dad. And because she forgave him. Stuck by him. Believes in him.
[Tension melts from her shoulders as he meets her lips with his, almost like a sigh. As much as werewolves can pick up on things, they can't read minds, and this feels better, like a confirmation of the things she thought she was seeing, rather than her hoping. It makes her relax, for the first time this weekend, putting them both on the same page.
She releases his hand, but it quickly moves to rest against the side of his face, thumb brushing his cheek as she continues to kiss him until it breaks, tipping her head up as she catches her breath.]
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Yeah, of course.
[It's not that much of a hardship. She likes the sheriff. And Beacon Hills ... well it's not as daunting to return to as it used to be. She should probably pay her parents a visit too.
Metaphorically speaking, anyway.]
I can do that.
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( Obviously, because his dad already ... knows about the supernatural. )
Great times.
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I still feel bad about that. Usually I'm better at giving the talk.
[Even though she probably shouldn't because it's not like she intentionally poisoned herself with mistletoe.]
But it'll be nice to see your dad again.
[He was always nice to her. Even if he probably wasn't as fond of her brother or her uncle, depending on what was going on in Beacon Hills at the time.
Part of her wants to see if he's willing to take the pin out of that trip to New Orleans they talked about, but she knows that talking to his dad is probably a big enough step to worry about right now. Telling the Sheriff about vampirism can be the big worry for now.
But he's also standing close and the other part of her is wondering if he's going to do something with that. Malia would probably tell her just to kiss him and get it out of the way, but given their starts and stops she doesn't think forcing it is her best move. And part of her needs him to make it, to confirm that it's not just in her head anymore.
So she'll wait. One way or another they'll figure it out.]
Do you need to pack up anything from here to take with you? Or are you going to keep the apartment for now?
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( but he squeezes her hand again, all the same.
he's fucked this up more times than he can count. he spoke to her in the ambulance. had a moment years ago. and then they came together and something clicked. the Hale in her saw something in him. and he's always seen something in her, even if he's been AWOL to do anything about it.
he continues to stand, hands in hers. it's -- comical to a point, but he considers that gesturing with his face around them. )
Think it's too soon to decide all that, but, it's not mine. Government issue. But, for now. Light packing, maybe, enough for -- a week? We could detour to New Orleans. That's a promise I'd really like to keep, if you'll let me.
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Yeah. I'd really like that.
[And it'll be good to go and make sure Derek is still in one piece and hasn't gotten kidnapped again.]
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Good.
( He looks down his arm at their hands, back up at her eyes. His breath catches. Save him from himself. Save them both from themselves? He doesn't know how to pull the trigger. And this is coming from the guy who gave Malia sex lessons. And crashed and burned with Lydia. Maybe that's a big part of this. Lydia. Maybe it's not. Pulling away. Burying himself in the FBI. )
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Cora, on the other hand, seems stuck in the middle. She wants things, but she doesn't know how to let herself fall.
It probably has something to do with how she grew up, spending her formative years waiting for an axe to fall or hunters to find her. And it's not as though she hadn't found her ways into relationships, but it hadn't been this hard - it also hadn't been something she's wanted this much either.
One of them is going to have to make a move, and in stereotypical fashion, it probably should be the Hale. That's what Hales do, they push until something breaks, and she very much doesn't want this to break. She's not Malia, nor is she Lydia, where she knows exactly the right words to move things from one moment to next.
She moves her free hand to his side and takes another step closer, putting things into motion but still asking him to meet her halfway.]
If I'm wrong, stop me.
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Which is why he ends both of their miseries.
He draws her close, meets her halfway and his mouth collides with hers. Because she's going to go back with him so he can tell his dad. And because she forgave him. Stuck by him. Believes in him.
D. All of the above. )
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She releases his hand, but it quickly moves to rest against the side of his face, thumb brushing his cheek as she continues to kiss him until it breaks, tipping her head up as she catches her breath.]
Good?
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( This is good. Packing can wait just a little longer. He's just going to kiss her in his entranceway for a little while. )