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Не твоего ума кокаин.
18.10.2012 в 01:23
Пишет  Sleepy_me:

Stiles' mom AU







Aloyoshenka. His Papa’s name and his Papa’s before him. The esteemed family named bestowed to each first born son in his mother’s family.

That was the last time anyone had ever called him that. It was the last time he’d ever allowed anyone to call him that. He wanted to preserve it in his memory; the way a slight hint of accent would roll out over the syllables, her proud smile, the twinkle in her eye as she looked at him.

He’d adopted a nickname from his last name, used that to introduce himself to everyone, got his father to start calling him that when he’d cover his ears and shout before he could even get ‘Aloy’ out.

She’d made him promise to watch after his father, to make sure he didn’t over do it. So he took to watching what his father ate, made sure to keep the supernatural away from him, made sure to keep him safe.

As the memory faded away, Stiles remembered one thing even clearer than her saying his name. He never did see her the next day.

The next time he saw her, she was in a coffin.
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19.10.2012 в 10:46

It matters. And you know that.
о, это прекрасно! и эти гифки так кстати. это ведь из чармингов, я правильно поняла?
19.10.2012 в 16:26

Не твоего ума кокаин.
Ну эээта как ее, Пайпер? Она точно)
19.10.2012 в 19:05

It matters. And you know that.
дада!)) прикольно, как иногда здорово нужные фрагменты подбирают.
19.10.2012 в 19:06

It matters. And you know that.
как и с мисфитс!
19.10.2012 в 21:22

Не твоего ума кокаин.
Это было вообще) в точку) я очень долго смеялась)

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