tagging everything cause yolo


future fic ideas: transcendence

“I’d take everything Sage says with a pinch of salt.” The orderly assured Stiles as he took a seat opposite the girl in question. It took a few moments, but he eventually shifted his gaze to look at her. Her eyes were wide, impossibly so, and bigger than any he had ever seen before. Her hair was cropped short and ice white and whilst he could just about make out the colour of her dark roots, he thought she suited them. It was her expression, more than her outward appearance, that demanded his attention. Her brow was furrowed, frustration evident in the small lines that etched themselves across her forehead.
“I’m not crazy.” She snapped suddenly, making Stiles jump. The orderly behind him merely rolled his eyes in response. 
“…and I’m going home to my wife Beyonce after this.”