On the stiff twig up there Hunches a wet black rook Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain- I do not expect a miracle Or an accident To set the sight on fire In my eye, nor seek Any more in the desultory weather some design, But let spotted leaves fall as they fall Without ceremony, or portent. Although, I admit, I desire, Occasionally, some backtalk From the mute sky, I can’t honestly complain: A certain minor light may still Lean incandescent Out of kitchen table or chair As if a celestial burning took Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then — Thus hallowing an interval Otherwise inconsequent By bestowing largesse, honour One might say love. At any rate, I now walk Wary (for it could happen Even in this dull, ruinous landscape); sceptical Yet politic, ignorant Of whatever angel any choose to flare Suddenly at my elbow. I only know that a rook Ordering its black feathers can so shine As to seize my senses, haul My eyelids up, and grant A brief respite from fear Of total neutrality. With luck, Trekking stubborn through this season Of fatigue, I shall Patch together a content Of sorts. Miracles occur. If you care to call those spasmodic Tricks of radiance Miracles. The wait’s begun again, The long wait for the angel, For that rare, random descent.
Annoying, right? I’m sure. (thus the sweet Sammy bitchface) But it has to be done and I told myself I’d update it soon, I just have been lazy. I have a lot of inactives in my tag list currently and really, as a writer I depend on feedback, it’s no fun to not see it from the people you spend a good 20 minutes tagging. I won’t ever complain about lack of feedback, but lack of feedback leads to lack of fics. Plus my tag list got a little messy with me trying to keep up with all the changed names and stuff. So I’ve just decided to make a new one
His face slowly turned up into a shy smile. “Really?”
“Yes, Sam, really. How couldn’t I? You’re smart, funny, and have you seen you?” you laughed nervously, still not believing you were telling your best friend how you really felt about him.
“You have no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that, Y/N. I have wanted you for so long, but couldn’t muster the courage to tell you. Thank you,” Sam practically whispered, his eyes meeting yours for the first time since you opened your mouth.
The air became electrically charged as you took another step closer. “Don’t thank me, Sam; kiss me.”
“Come on!” Stiles shouted, slamming his bat against the ground before twirling it up into the air, blue and green light streaking off of it in long tendrils.
The angel whipped around at the challenge, yellow eyes lighting up yellow as it opened its maw and shrieked back. Derek used the distraction to bring his feet up and kick hard enough to dislodge the creature, shifting to avoid the splurt of golden light that spilled from the gaping wound in its side. It scrabbled to its feet the same time as Derek, but Stiles shouted again, and it turned its attention away from the wolf.
“That’s it,” Stiles coaxed, grinning now. “You know where the real threat is here.”
The angel clawed forward, hackles rising, all six bone-and-feather wings opening to arch above it. Stiles spared them a glance, remembering the feathers had barbs that burrowed into skin. He stepped backward as the angel advanced, freeing up one hand to twist runes of light off his skin to act as a shield.
“Pathetic,” the angel slurred. It had lost a lot of ether, but they knew from their earlier encounter with it that it would go until the last moment before slipping phases to heal. “I will tear your soul from your skin and bathe in your blood, mortal.”
“I bet you say that to all the boys,” Stiles taunted, stopping dead to take a stand, his bat raised and rune magic crackling over his skin. He hoped it would be enough. He was vaguely aware of Derek a few yards away, recovering enough to rejoin the fight in a moment. They should have had more people. They had been on their way to get more people. “I’m not afraid of you. You’re weak.”
“Weak!” it shrieked, and launched itself at him.
So light headed he thought he might black out for a moment, Stiles swung. The runes etched into his bat lit up red as they connected with the twisted face of the angel, the magic flaring up and out, turning into claws. Stiles dragged the bat toward the ground, the magic gripping onto the angel’s face hauling it along with the motion. It scrabbled as it fell, one wing knocking into Stiles’ side, and Stiles gasped in pain as the runes soaked the damage and pulled on his life force to reform. He couldn’t take another hit like that.
Luckily, he didn’t have to. The moment the angel was on the ground, flailing, Stiles heard a shout from behind him and then the rest of the pack was there, scrambling to grab limbs and get the angel under control. Stiles’ rune magic held it bound to this phase until Scott’s claws had torn open its chest cavity and removed the small sphere of power that kept it moving.
The angel’s form fell still as Scott retreated, light-soaked sphere clutched to his chest, his skin smoking from contact with the burning, liquid light. Derek was there in the next instant, and Stiles collapsed to his knees, panting and shaking with adrenaline. He looked up, caught Derek’s eyes and then Scott’s.
“I’m a walking travesty But I’m smiling at everything.” ― All Time Low, “Therapy”
you are not alone; a Jack Frost playlist.
01. An Unfinished Life - Audiomachine // 02. The Birth of a Soul - Really Slow Motion // 03. Immortality - C21FX // 04. Cold - Jorge Méndez // 05. Get Home - Bastille // 06. Midnight Starlight - Jason Walker // 07. World Beyond The Distant Mountains - SIG Music // 08. Arctic - Sleeping At Last // 09. Therapy - All Time Low // 10. Winter’s Tale - BrunuhVille // 11. Winter Heart - Peter Crowley // 12. Reclamation - Austin Wintory // 13. Snow - Ason ID // 14. Whisper of Hope - Gothic Storm // 15. You Are Not Alone - Gothic Storm // 16. Believe - James Paget // 17. Destiny of the Chosen - Immediate Music // 18. Winterspell - Two Steps From Hell // 19. White Angel - Florian Bur // 20. Flares - The Script // 21. I was Born for This - Austin Wintory