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    It's Stiles' eleventh birthday and John just wants to fuck her.

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    In the beginning, there are three absolutes.

    One. Stiles is a god, forged of starlight and collapsing galaxies and he is eternal.

    Two. Peter is human, fragile bone and viscous blood and he is temporary.

    Three. Stiles and Peter are in love; love that claws its way inside one’s heart like fish hooks; all encompassing love that is beautiful but dangerous.

    Stiles is a god. Peter is human. They love each other.

    Three absolutes.

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    19 Aug 2016

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    John leaned forward slightly and looked at the marks. He jerked back and looked at Stiles. “You have two soulmates?” he asked incredulously.

    Stiles’s eyes slipped over to Chris and Peter again and then he looked away. He nodded.

    The Sheriff swore under his breath. “You said you didn’t know who your soulmate was,” John said. He sounded both confused and at the same time frustrated.

    Stiles licked his lips and unconsciously took another step backwards. “That may have been inaccurate,” he replied softly.

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    17 Aug 2016

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    There is no meaning to what we wear; no ceremony over dress or what it says. We put on clothes to tell others what we are, to declare, without words, something intrinsic or simply just indelible. They're like skins that we stretch over our bones, a forgotten language that's grown into diglossia. We are what we wear or we wear what we are. It's one of those two.

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    15 Mar 2016

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    “Who … who am I to wed?”

    A small flash of guilt covered the king’s features before he was able to recover. “Your union will join the royal families—joining our family to the Hales.”

    Dread and sorrow sunk in Stiles’ stomach as he closed his eyes.

    There was only one Hale left unharmed by the great fire that nearly wiped out the entire royal family—the Dread Wolf of Triskelia, Crowned King Derek Hale.

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    02 Feb 2016