nightships:

CS AU Week: Teen Wolf Crossover (minus the teens)

Dream me oh dreamer
down to the floor
open my hands and let them
weave onto yours

They streak through the night, twin blurs flying over hills and slipping between trees so fluidly the branches barely quake. Most of the time it’s tough to say which one of them is faster — that depends on the phase of the moon, on who’s angrier, on whether the thing chasing them is a monster or a memory.

Tonight it’s unequivocally Emma. The muscles of her shoulders flex and retract at a blinding pace, enough to hurt if it weren’t for the adrenaline the moon brings. A dim part of her is aware she’ll feel it later, when she’s not walking around on all fours, but right now she’s chasing a stronger instinct than the one that recognizes pain. The urge to run has never quite left her system, but then isn’t that why she’s here?

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