[ derek does smile, when billy tells him to shut up, bright and happy and clearly endeared. billy has all the innocence and the excitement that stiles did back in 2011, and it's nice to see that kind of thing so front and center in somebody else. it makes him think of home - the good parts of home. erica, boyd, isaac, all the people he's missed since coming here. billy's the kind of kid derek would have loved to turn, if he'd had the opportunity - someone ferocious and dedicated who could benefit from all the gifts being a wolf would give him.
but it's not something he's going to pursue, least of all now. derek leans back, spinning slightly in his desk chair. he's just as endeared by billy's reason to stay in the down as he is by the rest of him, and he finds himself opening up more than he thought he would have when this conversation started. ]
Fair enough. Steve was staying in the dorms when I first showed up in Duplicity - I think the first couple of months I spent here, I was holed up in his room watching all the movies he was lucky enough to bring with him from home. Wouldn't have been able to survive without my best friend that close to me.
[ and he lets billy ask his questions, mildly amused by the stabs in the dark, the inaccuracies. he thinks it's sweet, that billy's first real question is does that hurt. most people don't think to ask that. ]
It doesn't. I can see in the dark, though, yes. Hear frequencies you can't hear, smell scents you can't smell. All kinds of things.
[ explaining why, exactly, his eyes turn red, would be introducing billy to werewolf hierarchy and flooding him with knowledge far more boring comparative to "man make teef big", so derek doesn't go into it. he just smiles again, a playful little twitch at the corner of his lip that he immediately bites down. memories flood through him - the school, tracking down peter when they didn't realize he was the alpha, the strangled little cat noise scott made over the intercom. again, his eyes flick offscreen to look at stiles, and what he says next might be more for him, than for billy. ]
I want to hear you howl. You said anyone can howl on mic, so - I want to hear you try.
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but it's not something he's going to pursue, least of all now. derek leans back, spinning slightly in his desk chair. he's just as endeared by billy's reason to stay in the down as he is by the rest of him, and he finds himself opening up more than he thought he would have when this conversation started. ]
Fair enough. Steve was staying in the dorms when I first showed up in Duplicity - I think the first couple of months I spent here, I was holed up in his room watching all the movies he was lucky enough to bring with him from home. Wouldn't have been able to survive without my best friend that close to me.
[ and he lets billy ask his questions, mildly amused by the stabs in the dark, the inaccuracies. he thinks it's sweet, that billy's first real question is does that hurt. most people don't think to ask that. ]
It doesn't. I can see in the dark, though, yes. Hear frequencies you can't hear, smell scents you can't smell. All kinds of things.
[ explaining why, exactly, his eyes turn red, would be introducing billy to werewolf hierarchy and flooding him with knowledge far more boring comparative to "man make teef big", so derek doesn't go into it. he just smiles again, a playful little twitch at the corner of his lip that he immediately bites down. memories flood through him - the school, tracking down peter when they didn't realize he was the alpha, the strangled little cat noise scott made over the intercom. again, his eyes flick offscreen to look at stiles, and what he says next might be more for him, than for billy. ]
I want to hear you howl. You said anyone can howl on mic, so - I want to hear you try.