brittle bones || stiles stilinski

[7] fake confidence

"and again, and again,
you're breaking me down,"

"let me in, let me in from the dark
of this town"

bitter; palace

𓆩♡𓆪

Edith needed a cigarette.

She felt like she was hurling at the earth at a million miles an hour. Clutching herself as tightly as she could while the stars slipped through her fingers. She wanted to reach for help, but the further she extended her arm, the farther away the figures drifted.

But Edith wasn't falling, she was standing still with her two feet rooted in place in her carpeted bedroom, staring at the Devil.

"You're telling me, this town is filled with the supernatural?" The girl's words were shaky as she let them slip past her lips. Her eyes wavered from the tall man in front of her. She had since calmed from her panic attack - Alastor helping her through it surprisingly. "And you mean to tell me, werewolves are actually real? But you refuse to tell me who these creatures are?"

The Devil in front of her nodded, his uninterested gaze roaming the girls room. They had been talking for hours now, the sun had finally set and the moon shone through her sheer curtains. His dark eyes were hidden behind his round glasses, glinting under the light. "Like I said Little Bird, there's much for you to discover on your own."

Edith's sharp brown eyes darted to him when the nickname slipped from his lips again. She had never understood why he called her that, and being Edith, she was too afraid to ask. The girl gulped, the fear of knowing these creatures surrounded you, and yet not knowing who they were and if they were a threat paralyzed her.

It was silent for a few moments, the only thing discernable was Edith's heartbeat and the sound of Alastor's fingers tapping the top of his cane.

There was nothing holding the girl back from breaking down anymore. She hadn't got the same support system she had before, she had already fallen apart in front of him, what's stopping her from doing it again? She thought back to the Devil-man talking to her through her panic attack and warmth enveloped her body, comfort. She wanted to shake that feeling off, the feeling of familiarity to this thing that caused all of her hurt. This evil being who ruined her life. But she didn't and something told her she couldn't.

Alastor was all she really had anymore, the only person - well, being - that knew her, that understood her. If at all against her will. He invaded her brain, he knew everything and she couldn't stop him. When she had first learned this, she felt disgusted, resentful to Alastor for taking over not just her being, but her mind.

At this point in her life, she understood that he was all she was going to have, her only friend and true guardian. She decided then and there she would embrace it, let the comfort wash over her in waves.

"I'm scared." She admitted, her feet taking her to her soft bed and sitting on the edge, pulling her knees up to her chest as she rested her chin on them. "There's already so much to this world I don't understand, so much I don't already know, and now- now there's more I don't understand." The girl's eyes traveled downward.

The man in front of her stood unwaveringly, his presence strong and fierce, "Fear is something only mortals should feel." His words were not cold, but almost indifferent, a tinge of comfort laced his words. "And you are not mortal Edith."

Edith scoffed, "I know this Alastor, but - I feel weak and anxious, like nothing's changed."

The man hummed as he titled his head, his eyes going to his watch on his wrist, "Maybe you need to feed." He stated bounty, a smirk crawling at his lips.