[ anon text ]

[truesight]

[ so! Alfheim. that happened. Rachel's still pretty tired from it all, mostly because she had to flex her power's abilities more than she ever had to since she got here. so she'd gone comatose for a little bit, figuratively speaking, landing face-first on Stiles' bed ( ... not like that! which is the point of this anon transmission, but we'll get to that ) and not getting up until she was sure she couldn't physically sleep anymore.

which just left her spending a lot of time with Stiles.

which is such a- it's really, really great. it's the greatest. Stiles is pretty much the greatest! and considering everything the city just went through, she almost feels bad making a whole post about this. but she's torn, okay. her best friend from home isn't here, and Stiles is her best friend here, so she can't really ask him, so.

here's this- ]

Hello, fellow Travellers!

I hope everyone is doing well.

I have a question! Well, a request for advice, more accurately.

Let's say, back home, you were in a position of power. Minor, minor power. More like you were gifted with an ability that nobody else had. It made you valuable! But that power, and those abilities, were a gift, one that you had to make a promise to a very powerful person before being presented with said gifts, even if you were the only person qualified to receive them. A willing sacrifice! To prove that you were worthy of the gifts. And if you broke that promise, the gifts would be taken away. And you would probably be cursed, somehow, but you haven't put much thought into it because that's seriously scary. Anyway.

Part of that promise was that you swore you would never- [ have sex. lose your virginity. do anything that could possibly spoil your 'maidenhood' ] -eat chocolate covered strawberries. Ever. Now, at the time, you never actually ate a chocolate covered strawberry before. So making the promise seemed pretty simple. You could handle resisting that temptation, of all things. No big deal!

But then you show up here, and you're stripped of your powers and responsibility, and all of a sudden you're presented with, you guessed it, chocolate covered strawberries. And not just the cheap, over-processed fake kind you see on the shelves around Valentine's Day, I mean freshly grown, freshly dipped, homemade chocolate covered strawberries. They're the real deal. [ "They are being offered to you by a really, really cute guy" ..backspacebackspacebackspace let's not be TOO OBVIOUS, Dare ] Juicy and sweet and perfect. Someone is here and they're offering you strawberries and you find yourself, for the first time, seriously considering taking a bite of that forbidden fruit.

My question is - do you break your promise here, knowing that the person you made the promise to might never find out? Do you take the risk of them finding out, somehow, once you return back home, even though you don't even technically have those abilities here so the promise might not count? Or do you hold true to your promise and resist all things chocolatey and strawberry-y, because you gave your word and that's all that matters?

Help!




[ ooc: all replies from Rachel will be anon unless stated otherwiiiise ]

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[teenyoda]

[There was this sickening drop in his stomach when she said that, fear starting to build as he started to think about all the things she might not like about him. What if he couldn't fix it? Oh god. What if it was his face? His smell? His... god, what? What was it?]

Wh-- ah, what... what would this thing be? That I can handle? In time?

[truesight]

[ she doesn't mean to, but he gets so worried and she's kind of going "awohnosweetienono" without actually saying it, scooting in closer and shaking her head and- ]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have put it like that. [ and she shouldn't sound amused, oh damnit she feels bad for it ]

It's just- sometimes when you're making a joke that's kind of self-deprecating, I get the feeling you actually maybe believe it sometimes? Or like, when you make a comment about being useless- [ it gets her all flustered, and she's getting flustered right now just thinking about it ] -it. I get- [ and now she's reaching down to press her fingers against the center of his chest, like she's done before ] -it's that same little rage monster that gets antsy when I think about someone hurting you, only it's yourself doing it, and- andandand the idea of someone or something giving you a reason to believe that you're useless drives me so crazy, I just- [ and then her face twists up and she huffs and then she pouts the biggest pout she can, because that's the best way she can think to explain it ]

So, I don't like that.

But it's a you-thing, like I said. Even though I'm going to try and help you see how untrue it is every chance I get. [ hn ] Though I guess telling you that now might work against the idea, but oh well.

[teenyoda]

[The relief was just as obvious as the discomfort and he let out a short laugh, hand moving to rest over hers on his chest and smiling over at her.]

You can't get mad at me for bitching about myself.

[Well, she could, but he thought that was pretty pointless. But he was smiling now, happy his face had passed the test.]

You have a little rage monster in that adorable little self of yours for me? That's weirdly cute. And a little sweet. And pretty much all Rachel-y.

[No, that smile wasn't going away any time soon.]

[truesight]

I can so get mad at you for it.

[ and then she's squirming and grinning and Hale is getting all huffy about it, right up until he realizes how close he is to her feet and decides to distract himself with picking at her socks from where they stick out under the covers. so, basically those socks are doomed. oh well. ]

And I can also get mad at you for having the memory of a guppy- I've told you about that rage monster before, when we were at my place. You said you had one, too.

[teenyoda]

I knew you had the rage monster, I just didn't know you had it for me. And no way. No getting mad at stuff like that. It's like... unfair.

[Yeah, like, totally. God, he was a dork. But he was happy to tuck his arm around her and pull her in that little bit more. His bed was bigger than hers (THANK GOD), but that didn't mean he wanted to use it all up when she was there.]

[truesight]

I don't get mad, it's, uhm. It's more like a heartbreaky feeling. And then the rage monster gets mad over all the possible possibilities of someone making you feel that way. But me, personally, rage monster notwithstanding, it makes my heart hurt.

[ which is the truth, it's like a sinky feeling in her chest, but. well, that sounds dramatic, doesn't it? the corner of her mouth quirks up ]

-- So yeah, no pressure or anything. You're just breaking my heart every time you seem to forget that you're awesome.

[teenyoda]

[He was making a sort of whiney puppy sound as he scooted closer (if he could even do that), nuzzling in under her chin and trying not to smile too wide.]

Rach... I don't know whether to smack you or kiss you. Don't get heart hurt over me. I'm just being a dork. It's what I do. Scott's got the brave Alpha thing going on, Derek's a broody jerk, and I'm the comic relief.

[But it wasn't a bad thing. People needed to smile, right?]

[truesight]

[ she's so fine with nuzzling, the most fine. her hand is in his hair pretty much instantly, chin tilting up so they can get close without bumping around too much. ]

I have a feeling you're dodging the point on purpose, but I'll let you. Even though there's a little tiny Rachel in the back of my mind with a picket sign marching around in protest of the idea of you thinking it's okay to put yourself down to make people laugh, but, but. It's not like you do it all the time or anything, I'm not worried. [ she doesn't think he hates himself or anything, no. she just doesn't think he has any reason for self doubt ] I like your sense of humor. Obviously. You can make me laugh anytime. But I reserve my right to also think you're a greater person than you give yourself credit for sometimes. It's my right as a girlfriend, you can't take that.

[teenyoda]

[Every word is just making his smile less and less likely to ever go away. He's kissing at her neck now, trying not to laugh between them even as he's still smiling like a freaking moron.]

I wouldn't want to. You're the best girlfriend. Totally the fiercest. And it's nice knowing I have someone in my corner, rage monster and all. It also means you won't flip out if I do the same if you ever put yourself down or if something happens to you, because clearly our rage monsters were meant to be together.

[truesight]

[ it's only egging Hale on in his quest to use her feet as chewtoys, but her fingers and toes are kind of curling as his lips move over her skin. and it's not just the kissing, it's feeling him talk with his mouth right there, the brush of his lips with whatever he's saying. it's just really, really nice. ]

I will always be in your corner. [ and she's glad he knows it ] And if I ever say anything that makes your heart hurt, please do tell me, there won't be any flipping out if you do. [ a pause ] Hale knows not to nip at skin, right? Because I'm pretty sure he's about to chew his way through my sock. [ and she's fine with that, whatever, she can draw new socks, but. ow? she'd rather stop him before he gets to her toes ]

[teenyoda]

[He reaches his foot down over hers and nudges at the dragon, getting an indignant squawk out of him and a swat with a wing.]

He won't eat your feet. At least, he hasn't bitten me or anything. He just has this thing for socks. It's gross and I don't get it because it's only worn socks. New socks go ignored.

[His dragon was so weird. Why so weird, Hale?

But he's not stopping nibbling at her neck or pressing light kisses over it.]

As long as you're willing to admit you're this breathtaking amazing girl who's sort of stolen my soul, I think we're good.

[truesight]

[ she just laughs, curling her legs up a little bit around Hale while she tucks her feet back under the covers, like that makes up for taking her socks away from him. and she'd reach down to pet him again, but she's too busy petting through Stiles' hair, woops. ]

I - aha, eh, mmn - ssssure. [ a beat ] I'll admit that you're a sap, how about that?

[teenyoda]

I'll take being a sap if I can be all sappy all over my strawberry lover.

[He grinned and nipped lightly over that pulse in her neck before kissing up to her jaw.]

Aren't we supposed to be sleeping?

[truesight]

Do you want to be sleeping?

[ she's getting pretty tired, or at least relaxed from the special treatment Stiles is giving her, and Hale keeping her legs warm, but actually going to sleep now seems out of the question. mostly because she's got the fun kind of butterflies that come with snuggling with Stiles like this. her life is full of hardships, many struggles. ]

It was only bedtime because you were teasing me before, but since you just called me your strawberry lover, I'd say that counts as teasing again, sure.

[teenyoda]

Among the list of things I'd like to be doing right now, sleeping is somewhere around the bottom. Some of the things I'd like to be doing might be illegal in this world. I'm not sure. But no, we don't have to sleep.

[He was happy to just lie there with her, 'their' dragon keeping their feet safe from all intruders.]

[truesight]

What! What might be illegal? I have to know now, you have to tell me.

[ and she's leaning in to nudge and nose at his face, like that'll convince him to tell her even more than just asking ]

Tell me.

Tell me.

[teenyoda]

Nope. Not happening. I'd like to keep my man parts not bruised from swats or smacks.

[But he's lifting his head to kiss at her nose.]

[truesight]

Oh, fine. Keep your illegal thoughts to yourself. Even though I would never bruise or smack your man parts.

- Unless your butt counts as a man part, because I could see myself smacking that. [ and now she's dropping her jaw and then smiling bright because she's stumbled across another play on words here. sorta. the cringe-worthy kind she can't resist saying ] You might say I could see myself tapping that ass. [ ohohooooo ]

[teenyoda]

Rachel...

[You dork.]

Is it wrong that I sort of like the idea of that? Both the tapping and maybe the smacking?

[Hey, ass paddling sounded painful when it was his dad's hand doing it, but Rachel's hand? That sexy little palm? Yeah, that was okay. He could take that.]

[truesight]

It's not wrong, no, just- Really?

[ not offended or anything negative, just surprised ]

I won't make promises either way, but I feel like it might take some time before we're at the spanking and "thank you, Miss, may I have another?" stage of things here.

[ and she's mostly just teasing him now for admitting that yes ]

[teenyoda]

Is that going to be about the time where you start wearing vinyl and leather and lace up boots? Because, um, yeah. That's... that's cool. That's cooler than cool.

[He was teasing back. Partly. But he was also partly really liking the idea of her in some kind of mistress makeover, trying to picture her in a black corset with spike-heeled boots...

Unf.]

[truesight]

[ she tries to stop herself, but she ends up snorting a laugh anyway ]

Holy Hades in a half-shell, you watch- way too much porn.

[teenyoda]

Can't watch any porn here.

[He actually sulked a bit about that, then went back to nuzzling against her neck.]

But it was all grade A porn. Not that I think you should be in porn. Not a real one, anyway. Maybe just... you know... dress a little... uh...

Hey, maybe I am a little tired.

[truesight]

I meant in general, you dork. It sounds like you want to dress me up like a porn star.

[ and she's still laughing, even though she's trying reallyreally hard to be quiet about it. although hey, laughing is better than- other sounds, right? can't get in trouble for laughing. ( yes they could ) ]

But anyway, you don't even need porn anymore. Just your imagination, and me. [ she's definitely ignoring the whole "I'm tired" part of what he said ] The stuff we'll get up to will be way more interesting than anything you've watched on pay-per-view, okay? Promise.

[teenyoda]

[He actually has to bite back the laugh from that.]

Oh, I don't know, Rach. I watched some pretty racy porn. I don't think you can top that.

[It was half truth, half teasing, because hey, what girl didn't like being told they weren't as kinky as porn stars?]