Video - Day 446

[teenyoda]

[When the feed clicks on, it shows a dark room with very little light. Anyone who peers a little more closely can see via the light from the screen that the caller, Stiles, is in a bathroom. With the lights off. He appears to be a bit stressed out and is on the floor, looking almost fearfully over behind the screen. There's a clawing noise and little squawks and chirps coming from it.]

Okay. Okay. Um... Okay. Would, ah, would someone mind telling me what the hell a dragon is doing in my house? Like, a real dragon? Oh god... it was trying to eat my feet. I think I'm bleeding. Am I bleeding? I might be. It was chewing on my toes. What the hell... How did a dragon get in my room?

[To anyone that knows Stiles and the aforementioned dragon, something might seem a little... off. Like why Stiles doesn't know said dragon is his.]

Scott? Rachel? Do not come in the house. Seriously. I... it might eat your faces off. I happen to like your faces right where they are. Please don't lose them.

[The fact that Stiles is whispering, sort of, and sounding stressed has Hale scratching a bit more intently at the door, little snout trying to fit in under it as he chirps at 'daddy'.]

Oh god. Oh god, it's going to come in and chew off all my favorite parts. If I don't make it out alive, Rachel, I love you. Scott, please take care of her. Derek... somehow this is Peter's fault. Kick his ass.

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[teenyoda]

So... you drew me a dragon. For my Christmas present? That's, ah... that's kind of awesome, Rach.

[truesight]

[ she makes a passive 'eh!' sound ] Yeah, I'm pretty much the best girlfriend ever.

Which, um. Leads me to another point, with this whole memory loss thing. [ have a forced laugh, a little 'heh!' ] This video you just posted to the network - that wouldn't have happened to be the first time you told me you love me, would it? Because right now I don't, um... I can't exactly recall...

[teenyoda]

... Oh my god, really?

[His hand met his face, then slid up to run through his hair, eyes turned up to the ceiling.]

What the hell are the stupid gods doing? Seriously. No, Rach. That is not the first time I've said I love you, either on the network or... well, ever. I've said it about a million times by now in a variety of different ways.

[truesight]

It's- I don't know. I don't know what it is. I feel- I mean I do love you, I feel that, it's not like it's an emotional thing that's changed, I just don't remember every actually saying it. Or hearing it. I know it, but - mmn.

[ it's kind of embarrassing and seriously frustrating, to say the least. the idea of the gods being able to erase any memory she has of Stiles telling her he loves her is so, so messed up. it makes her afraid of what else they might take away ]

I love you. I really, really love you.

[ there! ]

Gods, that feels good to finally tell you.

[teenyoda]

I know you do, Rach. I love you. Like... so much it hurts. That's kind of what these are for, right?

[He held up his hand, finger rolling the ring he wore around his finger.]

[truesight]

[ she nodnodnods, thumb turning her ring around her finger again, but then-! ]

Wait, it hurts? Oh, no. [ oh noooo. she steps closer to him, even though they're already pretty close, and it makes no sense because she moves closer and then she looks him over. and Hale gets the point, he must get it by now that when they get this close it's time for him to waddle away, so he hops down off of her shoulders ( ow, claws ), and takes to pacing the hallway ] Tell me where, I'll kiss it better.

[teenyoda]

Hey...

[He sort of smiled when she stepped in, watching the dragon jump down before his attention was caught by all that red in his vision.]

Are you trying to distract me from my mind-numbing terror with sexual implications?

[truesight]

-- No?

[ but her hands are on his sides and her nose is nudging his jaw so maybe ]

[teenyoda]

Liiiiar.

[He's grinning and bringing a hand up to tangle in his hair.]

But I think there's like, fifty people on their way to come save me from the dragon, so... behave.

[truesight]

Ooo. Do they come brandishing torches and pitchforks? [ she's just going to peek over at the little dragon, who's still pacing around all "dum de dum what do what do" ] Batten down the hatches, Hale! We might need to hide out. [ then she gasps, turns back to Stiles ] Or I could seriously misbehave and give you something else to yell about.

[ her hands slide back into the pockets of his jeans, a somewhat ohoho yeah look taking over her features ]

How about it, Stilinski? Fifty people listening in? I could get into that.

[ no she couldn't, but it's fun to joke around about it ]

[teenyoda]

[He was watching her get all teasing with him, the look on her face changing as she got more into it. And he just got that stupid, dopy, totally blissed over expression on his.]

Seriously? How can you not remember me telling you I love you the billion times I've done it since... it's clearly obvious. That I love you. You, Ms. Dare, she of the totally wonderful and amazing sense of humor. My future wife and mother of my children.

[truesight]

Ugh, you are gross.

[ and she's squeezing her hands over the back of his jeans where they sit in his pockets, so eh. gross is relative. ]

I'm not going to think about children until years from now. Years and years and years and years. Besides, I'm already a mommy, aren't I? [ on cue, Hale chirps from his spot on the floor, where he's now sprawled out on his back ] Which is kind of a lot, you know, for three months of ..me-and-you-ness. Not a lot of people can say that after only three months of experiencing boyfriendly bliss.

[teenyoda]

[He's gross and apparently getting turned on by butt squeezes. Well then. Hello, Miss Dare.]

This is so not anything in the near future, but one day, you will carry my spawn and they will be adorable redheads, just like their mom. Way, way in the future.

[truesight]

Way, way in the future. Our future.

[ which is just nice to say, nice to believe in. that having a future is possible here. or- in general. it's funny how not that long ago she was so certain of fate, now she feels like she's right back where she was before she knew what she could do. before the visions and the prophecies. the future wasn't a- specific date and destination, it was a hopeful thought. and she's kind of fine with that, in this case ]

-- Just- please don't call them "spawn", like, ever again. It just makes me think of the monsters from my world and ohboy that is a horrifying thought. I would like cute children with big brown eyes and cute moles. Not- empousa.

[teenyoda]

Adorable little mini-Rachels that look just like their mom? Yeah, I can have a couple of those. But definitely way further down the road. Like, ten, fifteen years down the road. I'm kind of liking my solo-Rachel time.

[truesight]

Oh, boy. A couple? I hope you mean literally two.

[ mini-Rachels. that's actually a tiny bit horrifying. would they have clear sight, like her? would they have the same kind of nightmares? or worse, would they be completely different from her and- and want to play sports?! ]

Then of course there's our youngest, our mini-Stiles. He'll be such a mama's boy. But that's okay because you'll have your hands full with like, double the father-daughter things that probably occur between a father and a daughter, yup. But mini-Stiles, he'll be-

Oh, gods.

Oh, what have you done, why am I thinking about this so much.

[teenyoda]

Nope. No mini mes, I was a terrible child. Now, a house full of baby yous... that's something I can get down with. Tiny little Rachels, all begging me for rides and cheek kisses. Yep, I can be daddy to that.

[He grinned and pulled her in so her hips bounced against his, just a constant little bouncy motion as he smirked oh so smugly down at her.]

[truesight]

[ she's fine with that, she's easily led. she'll roll with it. though she's pouting at him ]

What makes you think I was any better? You were probably a total sweetiepie. Little hyperactive cutie-patootie. I want a mini-Stiles I can read to and color with.

Eventually.

A decade from now.

[teenyoda]

What, you don't want to show some little small you how to paint? All of you coming in covered in blues and greens and...

[Yeah, it was painting a pretty vivid picture itself and he was kind of distracted by it for a moment.]

[truesight]

[ she'll let him have his moment ]

-- Ground control to Major Stilinski, come in Stilinski. Still with us?

[teenyoda]

Shh, I'm having a vision. You're familiar with those, right?

[Grinning as he leans down and kisses her on the nose.

Then he looks over and sees the dragon, looking up at the both of them from where he's still splayed on his back, almost like he's asking for belly rubs.]

So, how long until I remember him?

[truesight]

You still don't? [ she looks over at Hale then, giving him a bit pout and then covering her eyes with her hand ] Oh, no! [ again, dragon see, dragon do. this time he chirps a little singsongy "oh no!" of his own again, but it's accompanied by one of his wings folding over his face, copying Rachel ] You're breaking our hearts here, you know. But, um. Soon, hopefully. My memories of art club came back a few hours after everybody was telling me about it, so. Maybe in a few hours?

[teenyoda]

A few hours, huh?

[Okay... that was kind of ridiculously cute. Jesus. How could he not remember them. God... He grinned and poked a foot over, rubbing it over the exposed belly.]

Well, you wanna go down and get something to eat? Or you feel like scribbling something up?

[truesight]

[ was that a sock offering? because that's how Hale's taking it. about two seconds of rubs into things and he's closing his wings around his foot, getting to work on those toesies again. he offered! totally free game! ]

I should probably draw something. Maybe some cookies for your eventual rescuers who might be stopping by?

[ she's pretending not to notice the dragon attacking his foot ]

[teenyoda]

[Stiles almost flinches back, but after a moment, he does realized that his actual toes aren't being gnawed on. Okay. It's still weird, but not toe-losing weird.]

Um... yeah. Sure... if you want.

[He's a little distracted by toe-chewing, Rach. But he comes out of the fugue soon enough.]

Or, you know, pizza? With like, triple cheese?