i'm still, i'm still jenny from the block.

[preromantic]

Did I say Harlequin? I may have meant horror.

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[lefthandedgenius]

...I'm a what?

[As if a smart girl like Lyds doesn't know it means.]

[apoisontree]

You know what they say about revenge...

[Best served with popcorn? Yes, because that's what he's going to eat.]

[preromantic]

Google it.

[preromantic]

It's really fulfilling?

[apoisontree]

And don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

[alphaintraining]

[So it may be taking Derek all of his energy to remain calm, or a semblance of calm really. Thoughts are churning around in his head, everything from 'how could you be so stupid?' to 'you should have known'. It's a wound that keeps being reopened but he's learned how to keep going even as he bleeds out.]

You won't get away with this.

[afieldsmedal]

Definitely a horror. [ though that doesn't quite do you justice, jenny from darach. ] Terror. Eyesore. Monstrosity.

[claustrum]

I should have let them gut you.

[lefthandedgenius]

Would you suggest I do that before or after you'd have finished garroting me?

And just fyi, there isn't a big enough jar of Oil of Olay on the planet.

[preromantic]

With what? Taking care of the Alpha pack for you? You're welcome, by the way.

[preromantic]

Careful in your glass house there, Lydia.

[preromantic]

Obviously you skipped the reading on moral ambiguity I handed out two weeks ago, but that's not really surprising. Have I wronged you in some way, Mr. Lahey?

[preromantic]

It does seem to make people surprisingly unfriendly.

[preromantic]

I'm suggesting you do it now that I'm no longer garotting you. I mean, I can point you to some resources on the banshee in mythological literature, but you're a smart girl, and I'm pretty busy.

[apoisontree]

There is a stunning, but not entirely unexpected, lack of appreciation for a job neatly done.

[preromantic]

What about messily done?

[icouldbe]

You are dead if there is even a scratch on him.

[Stiles will feed you to the goddamn werewolves himself.]

[preromantic]

Then I suppose I'm dead.

[ given he took a dagger to the chest before she dragged him through a glass window and off to play bait. ]

[icouldbe]

What's the point of all of this?

[Tightly.]

You're killing a bunch of innocent people, for what? Sacrifices to some unnamed god? This is the twenty-first century, psychopath. News flash, we don't do that anymore.

[apoisontree]

I'd like to complain and say that while there's something to be said for a bit of artistic license, a neat monster is the better option, but...

[He shrugs and does his level best to look helpless.]

Pot. Kettle. You know.

[preromantic]

I'm disappointed in you, Stiles. I really feel as though you're letting your emotions get the better of you. The croaking raven doth bellow for revenge. Plenty of blood had been spilled on the roots of the Nemeton before I came along.

[icouldbe]

You're racking up a lot of people that I care about. I can be as emotional as I want to be.

[But fine. She wants logical Stiles, she can have him.]

It's only a matter of time before you're caught. We've figured out your little pattern of crazy -- and we know where you're going to drop the bodies. You can't seriously think you're going to get away with this without the town putting your head on a stake.

[preromantic]

[ yessss, that's her good little virgin-philosopher-fighter-etc. ]

I've had worse. So long as I complete the ritual, my fate doesn't matter.

[preromantic]

I get the gist.

[apoisontree]

[Peter's smile is bright and just a little too sharp around the edges.]

You know, I think I've just had an epiphany.