and oh the heights those flames will r e a c h.

illbeyouryoda:

            [ a piteous whine broke through the still air,
              forcing stiles to slide further down the door.
              he had the distinct feeling the birds scattering
              from the trees nearby was because of him,
              but he had other pressing things to tend to.
              like, say, getting derek’s will to break down. ]

                    “Come onnnnnnnnn.”

            [ nails scritched along the paint of the door,
              leaving what he thought were little grooves
              that he’d probably get in trouble for later. it
              wasn’t that noticeable, anyway, it’d be fine. ]

                    “— please? Scott kicked me out of the
                     apartment, man, something about
                     burning the kitchen down, possibility
                     of blowing things up. I just wanted waffles.”

            [ another truly pitiful whine, coupled with the
              pads of his fingers tapping a staccato rhythm
              against the wood he was pressing his upper
              body to. could someone really resist this for
              so long? it’s gotta be annoying, or something. ]

                       _{[ and there it was, the incessant yowling, the heart
                         beat scratching against the wood that led his 
                         neighbors to complain about a cat he didn’t have.
                         two more nail-lines drawn into his door and he
                         was on his feet, taking long strides and pulling
                         it open in an instant, uncaring if it sent Stiles
                         plummeting to the floor.
                         — not that he gave him a chance to reach it anyways.}

                       _{rough hands closed around plaid and jerked the 
                       pain-in-the-ass upright.
                       gleaming green hues met vibrant browns.
                       a  s n a r l, a stare, a serious tone. ]}

                                _{“ — If you set my  l o f t  on fire,
                                  I’m going to set  y o u  on fire.
                                                                      — Got it? ”}