[ this may very well be the strangest thing derek's seen. which is probably saying something, considering the slow motion trainwreck of derek's life. a castle filled with fairies and food, it's maybe not the most ominous setting on the surface, but derek's scowling, hanging back. the air is thick with unfamiliar scents, and it raises derek's metaphorical hackles. nothing here is familiar to him. as far as derek's concerned, that can't mean anything good.
he turns to leave without approaching the table, without circulating through the crowd. what derek wants is a chance to get used to this, to find somewhere quiet and isolated to think his way through this. and possibly to try to get the hell out of here and back to beacon hills in time to evict a hoard of rowdy teenagers from his loft before they broke everything ever. fairy parties? not high on derek's to-do list at the moment. he moves purposefully through the people gathered, not bothering to stop for any pleasantries. ]
derek hale | teen wolf
he turns to leave without approaching the table, without circulating through the crowd. what derek wants is a chance to get used to this, to find somewhere quiet and isolated to think his way through this. and possibly to try to get the hell out of here and back to beacon hills in time to evict a hoard of rowdy teenagers from his loft before they broke everything ever. fairy parties? not high on derek's to-do list at the moment. he moves purposefully through the people gathered, not bothering to stop for any pleasantries. ]