Stiles remembers his mother trying to get him to hold still by putting a ball of yarn in his small hands while she knitted.
Not that it worked particularly well, but a, he loved the feeling and the smell of the yarn between his fingers, and b, it’s something that reminds him of his mom in a fond, “I can smile while thinking about her”, kind of way.
Plus, he needs a hobby that doesn’t involve getting kicked out of the library.
Hence his presence in this Saturday night class of craft.
Inspired by this post, I hope the OP doesn’t mind letting my fingers get away from me …
As far as he can remember, Derek has always seen Stiles recording things.
A particularly stunning sunset, from the moment the Sun started turning a shade of orange that made Stiles’ eyes look like glowing amber, to the moment it disappeared beyond the horizon.
The smile spreading on Scott’s face when a previously-thought stillborn puppy licked his thumb.
The way Melissa closed her eyes for a moment when the Sheriff proposed before glomping him, for a lack of a better word, with a litany of “yes, yes, yes”.
The ruffle of the leaves as Autumn settles over Beacon Hills.
Derek’s profile in the Twilight before he turns and spots Stiles and his whole being softens.
Forget about floating balloons, Stiles’ videos of the mundane beauty surrounding them is a real work of art.
And yes, Derek is acutely familiar with Stiles’ need to record everything “for posterity”.
let me know if you’re not cool with me adding onto this, but it made me realize that stiles probably records things so he wont forget. because of his mom. because of all of the supernatural crap. and this is so sweet and now im
and i’m really gonna try and limit myself to fast sketches and not to spend half an hour on getting like a nose right or something, though this obviously went on and did its own thing without my permission.
and i’m feeling romantic today so expect couples drawings