[Brown eyes appraise Cy with the flat exhaustion of someone who is fucking done with the world.]
βLittle g,β [he repeats blandly.] Alright. Table that for a minute.
[The dominion of war. Wordlessly, he glances down at the note; the boy has not forgotten the poem.]
I need you to back up to the age thing again. [And Stiles is watching the other man with a sharp, piercing intensity nowβdesperate to find a tell.] Verify for me. Youβve been alive, without pause, for over ten-thousand years.
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Date: 2024-01-22 09:59 pm (UTC)βLittle g,β [he repeats blandly.] Alright. Table that for a minute.
[The dominion of war. Wordlessly, he glances down at the note; the boy has not forgotten the poem.]
I need you to back up to the age thing again. [And Stiles is watching the other man with a sharp, piercing intensity nowβdesperate to find a tell.] Verify for me. Youβve been alive, without pause, for over ten-thousand years.