(Literally Batman(6’3btw)) » converting into saline tears that flowed down her face. Relief touched her but she was still in this strange place, »

(Literally Batman(6’3btw)) » weak, chained, and barely clothed with no recollection of how she got there. Her eyes went to the chains that »

» constraining her wrists, then her mind, in an attempt to cope, tried to push the reality to the side, focused on Literally Batman(6’3btw)'s »

» appearance. Literally Batman(6’3btw) looked exhausted and worn out. Even in this light she could see the dark circles under his eyes that »

» themselves were bloodshot. What had Literally Batman(6’3btw) gone through to get here? Out of nowhere she felt a pain shot through her »

(Literally Batman(6’3btw)) » spine. She writhed in pain and parted her chapped lips to scream, but her vocal chords were too sore to emit any »

(Literally Batman(6’3btw)) » sound that great.

(@ChristopherJWin) Her lips formed an amused side smile at his remark, then let him take the lead. Reaching the kitchen she took notice of »

(@ChristopherJWin) » the small space and couldn't help but imagine how crammed it would get when his whole family was in there. "Must be »

(@ChristopherJWin) » annoying when everyone's in here at the same time." She couldn't help but voice her thoughts although rude. Untwining »

(@ChristopherJWin) » their hands she stepped away and walked around the little kitchen, running her hands on the wooden benchtop and »

(@ChristopherJWin) » gave him a side glance with raised brows. "You cook?"

The pain was sharp, like a sharp blade going down her spine—then it was gone as quickly as it had come. She panted in Literally Batman(6’3btw)'s »

(Literally Batman(6’3btw)) » arms, paralized, her body aching as an aftertaste. "I. . . don't know." She managed to croak, wide eyes staring at »

» the darkness behind Literally Batman(6’3btw)'s shoulder, tears swimming in her moss hues, threatening to spill at her fear of the pain coming back.

(Julie Harmon.) They both stared at her, the blood and the body. "Wait-" Stiles moved his head out for a short moment to look at the »

(Julie Harmon.) » round shape of the moon overhead, then showed his face in the car again, his dark hues meeting Lydia's with a »

(Julie Harmon.) » meaning look. Seeing the moon in the review mirror beside her she pieced it together. Turning her wide eyes at the »

(Julie Harmon.) » wreck of a girl she stated the fact. "You're a werewolf."