he’s considering stepping out from the shadows he’s currently shrouded in. though if the boy was observant he’d notice derek was still home. and not entirely nice to those who snoop through his things.

it’s completely normal.

yes, actually. super.

leave him to rot.

just this once. leave him !

perhaps he needs glasses!! there’s a disgruntled noise. who wants a blanket in the middle of the woods? he does tuck it around himself, though.

/ sorry i had a mental breakdown over my hair being string cheese but i’m back now , with more replies

perhaps. a dorky cute. silence stretches, derek’s enjoying the softness of the blanket and considering sleeping. “why are you here?”

… he’s willing to cook for at least ONE MORE. anyone want to drop by for dinner?

Tell me, frankly, have you ever loved? / Yes, yes— you.

/ know that most of the time when i post abt derek cooking it’s bc i’m hungry

his head is pounding. his mood is sour and demeanor closed off. approach at your own risk.

luckily, the loft has a decently sized bathroom, and tub. a good long soak would help.

the wolf is still exactly where he was, curled on the couch with a book and mug of tea. self care day, it seems.

…

/ the moment my body stops trying to do away with me completely is the moment i come back to this account

… not dead !