[ The hearty, boisterous cheering from the crowd has him nervously attempting a weak smile. In a way, this isn’t unlike a lacrosse game. Still, he has no fucking idea what’s happening, only feels an increasingly desperate need to flee from the spotlight. At least his partner, if this young man can be called that, seems to be enjoying the attention. He isn’t afforded the luxury of asking for a name; with a strength that Stiles isn’t prepared to counter, he’s suddenly dragged forward by Cain – toward the raging bonfire.
Let’s just say, it’s one hell of a wakeup call.
Any lingering cobwebs of sleep all but disintegrate beneath the force of adrenaline that surges through him. Screaming in horror, he launches himself at Cain mid-jump – an unthinking act of self-preservation to keep his own body out of the flames. Though they’re knocked off course from the center of the bonfire, they manage to clear trial by fire with Stiles clinging to Cain like a traumatized, wailing bush baby. ]
JACKAIN
Let’s just say, it’s one hell of a wakeup call.
Any lingering cobwebs of sleep all but disintegrate beneath the force of adrenaline that surges through him. Screaming in horror, he launches himself at Cain mid-jump – an unthinking act of self-preservation to keep his own body out of the flames. Though they’re knocked off course from the center of the bonfire, they manage to clear trial by fire with Stiles clinging to Cain like a traumatized, wailing bush baby. ]