"What are you doing?" Lydia demanded point-blank, eyes on Stiles' face rather than the web of threads - of bonds - wound between his fingers.
He grinned, gesturing for her to sit without disturbing the weaving he was working, all of it sparking faintly in the back of his mind with magic and emotion, and she huffed, but did so, crossing her legs and raising her eyebrows, awaiting an explanation.
Stiles pinched the gold-brown thread that meant 'Scott' in his mind and tugged it a little aside as he thought of where to begin, lacing Scott snugly between his own red and Melissa's soft blue and Allison's deep forest (hunter, Stiles thought with a twist that was half amusement and half unease) green, then shifting his attention and his fingers to smooth Derek's electric blue - problematically kinked and stubborn - and draw it tight with his own thread.
Pack Bonds (Teen Wolf; Lydia, Stiles (Sterek))
He grinned, gesturing for her to sit without disturbing the weaving he was working, all of it sparking faintly in the back of his mind with magic and emotion, and she huffed, but did so, crossing her legs and raising her eyebrows, awaiting an explanation.
Stiles pinched the gold-brown thread that meant 'Scott' in his mind and tugged it a little aside as he thought of where to begin, lacing Scott snugly between his own red and Melissa's soft blue and Allison's deep forest (hunter, Stiles thought with a twist that was half amusement and half unease) green, then shifting his attention and his fingers to smooth Derek's electric blue - problematically kinked and stubborn - and draw it tight with his own thread.