[ Stiles has been steadily watching the proceedings from the sidelines. Sure does suck to be that sorry sap bound to the stake. But it sucks even more to be the sap who will inevitably risk his own neck intervening. The villagers have already been giving him the stink eye for his not particularly well disguised monster parts; the spider limbs, hidden awkwardly under his sweatshirt, are stiff and cramped from wrapping around his torso for so long.
When the area momentarily clears, the young man calls out to him. Even though he’d intended to help, Stiles shoots the alleged witch a long-suffering look as if to say, “I can’t believe you’re dragging me into this.” ]
Yeah, yeah, alright. Don’t get your panties in a twist.
[ Easy to say, when you’re not the one about to be burned alive. Stiles approaches the stake, frowning at the bindings thoughtfully. He doesn’t have anything on him to cut the rope. Maybe the spider limbs…? But no, he doesn’t want to go through the hassle of revealing them. Instead, he leans forward. ]
Try not to squirm, okay? I don’t know if I’m poisonous.
[ Which is a totally reassuring thing to tell someone before you curl back your lips and reveal monstrous fangs. ]
The Natives
When the area momentarily clears, the young man calls out to him. Even though he’d intended to help, Stiles shoots the alleged witch a long-suffering look as if to say, “I can’t believe you’re dragging me into this.” ]
Yeah, yeah, alright. Don’t get your panties in a twist.
[ Easy to say, when you’re not the one about to be burned alive. Stiles approaches the stake, frowning at the bindings thoughtfully. He doesn’t have anything on him to cut the rope. Maybe the spider limbs…? But no, he doesn’t want to go through the hassle of revealing them. Instead, he leans forward. ]
Try not to squirm, okay? I don’t know if I’m poisonous.
[ Which is a totally reassuring thing to tell someone before you curl back your lips and reveal monstrous fangs. ]