Changing Patterns

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    'Vanilla, coconut, sweetness, moss, fresh rain, anxiety... stiles thinks to himself clenching and unclenching his fists. His breathing slowed for a moment as he seemed to relax and focus more, falling into a bit of thought about his scent. Words snapping back and forth, and then Derek's voice.

    "Vanilla and coconut- a perfect bash of sweet and bitter." He states and waits for stiles to continue with a more in depth definition of his scent.

    "Sweet, like sugar, a big red apple newly picked from the best orchid in town." Derek nods despite stiles not being able to see. Although the vet seems to smiles a little more hidden as his eyes flick between the alpha and the human.

    "Um... moss, from the backyard fences that always seem to overgrow with vines and puffy green. And fresh rain, like how I shower in colder water cause the rain is soft and calming, I-uh..." stiles blanks shaking his hands nervously.

    "A low underlying scent of anxiety, or worry, imbedded into your scent and reminding of reality."Derek finishes for the younger and he pushes of the bottom railing with a scrunched nose. Maybe because he was searching for it, or maybe stiles actually pulled it off. A small cough let him know the others smelt it too. Stiles, everywhere. His scent was booming, probably filling the house and not a good idea with vampire fucks after him.

    "Yep!" Isaac chirps with a couch. "Think he got it." He coughs again rubs his hand over his nose as he stands.

    "Good. Great job stiles." Deaton claps his hands together scaring the humans eyes open. Stiles snaps his head toward the vet with a wide smile. A mixture of excitement and embarrassment in his scent.

Stiles's snaps his eyes open and turns toward Deaton with wide eyes. In an instant the human pumped up his fists and whooped loudly, happily. "Hell fucking yeah!" The grin on Stiles's face widens happily. "No idea what I'm gonna do with this stupid little trick but yeah!"

Stiles's chin was gripped quickly and turned, his eyes snapping open and forward to face Derek- who whispers "look at me". The man's eyes bounce between Stiles's own in concern. His eyebrows pinched together and jaw clenched revealing his gritted teeth. Stiles huffs as the dim Cerise glow that shows through Derek's gaze. In a moment stiles shoves against Derek's chest roughly pushing himself away from the man than Derek away from him. He pants and looks over the pack in front of him, with his back toward the four original test dummies. Stiles panicky looked to Deaton.

"Calm down. I expected color in your eyes from this and I was right. Your mothers eyes were rumored to be a strong pink, and bright. Yours are dim and mixed with your original eye color because of the lock your mother had on your abilities." Deaton slowly stepped forward with warning hands raised toward stiles. The boy nodded and breathed heavily through his nose as he closed his eyes and bowed his head.

"So your telling me..." stiles pauses to stick Deaton with an annoyed look. "Red." He points to Derek, then Scott. "Yellows, and oranges- Blue!" Stiles makes his way around the pack with eye colors. "Had green," he sassed to Jackson. "And i get pink."

It only takes a few seconds before Scott laughs. Failing to control himself as he doubles over and holds his stomach. Slowly though, the rest of the pack, including stiles and a smirk from Derek, join Scott in his fit. Derek is the first to ruin the fun.

"Guys, guys. It's great stiles gets pink eye every know and then. But we have to practice. So pair up." Very few controlled their chuckles at the wolfs rare joking. Stiles even, though annoyed.

"Stiles, don't worry. I expected them to be colored, and dimmed as I said. With time it should go away." Deaton pats the other human on his shoulder as the pack join into pairs.

"Is that why you were asking about my own eyes and not the- yeah, when we were talking about that um-... experience?" The boy spoke in code. Clearly tired of werewolf heading as he struggled to understand himself. Deaton nodded with squinted eyes at stiles and stepped farther then the man had in almost a week. Stiles nodded along side Deaton as he watched the vet wave good bye and climb into his car and drive away. The human made his way inside to disappear just to make food later knowing the pack wouldn't cook after a long day of training.

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