mizzy: piplup (Teen Wolf: sterek (blue))
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Original:

"Don't take my food," Hunter says, wondering what the protocol is for stabbing a mortal in the know.

"Please, what are you even going to do?" Ely asks, leaning further across the table.

Hunter looks slowly from his fork to the soft flesh of Ely's palm; Ely scowls, and pulls his hand back.

"Wow," Hunter says, earning himself a surly look from his tablemate, "you're kinda smart after all, who knew?"

"I want to rescind my official opinion that I have no idea why people are out to kill your family," Ely says. "Effective immediately."

Fanfic:

"Do you even know how to be quiet?"

"Yup," Stiles says, and continues to tap his pen against the edge of the desk.

"And…?"

Stiles looks at Derek like he's looking at some new disturbing supernatural creature that he hasn't researched properly yet. "Just because I know how to do something doesn't mean I'm gonna do it," Stiles says, slowly. "Like you and your ability to use your words."

September 2015

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