burnedwolf | Misspelling... get it? Get it?

Look, this magic business is tedious! How was I supposed to know that much time had past!

[ He says the words in a hushed tone, because no one needs to know that magic- and supernatural things- are real. But Peter is probably right, he should take more breaks so he doesn't wear himself out too quickly. ]

You can check on me every three hours, how about that? I should probably take more breaks anyway.

[ Stiles is, again, oblivious to the fact the hostess damn near made herself topless in his presence, his attention on Peter. Instead he just flashes her a quick smile as she comes out from behind the counter and shows them to their table.

After taking his seat, the hostess sets down Peter's menu in front of him, then leans over the table to Stiles to set down his menu, giving him an impressive view of her ample cleavage while asking him if there's anything he needs from her. ]

Uhhh, no? I- um, me and my date are just going to browse the menu for now, thanks.

You should pay attention. It's also something I'm demanding from you as my emissary. I'm not your nanny, Stiles. [Peter snorts, though he takes a mental note to check on Stiles a little more. He won't have a use of an emissary who's too sleep deprived to work.

As they sit down, Peter's not taking his eye off from the hostess. She's invading. And as she goes in for the kill Peter feels his wolf wake from his slumber too. She's not moving and she definitely reeks of arousal and want.]

Yes darling, that was your cue to leave. [He speaks in a low tone, softly, but he's almost growling. She is reluctant, but does as he asked. But Peter has a feeling they will see more of her. As he watches her leave, Peter notices other glances towards them, more people looking at Stiles with want...

The wolf frowns, carrying his gaze around the place feeling a slight dread grip him as he's slowly putting two and two together.]

Fine, fine. [ Stiles rolls his eyes a little, but he knows Peter is right. The only reason Peter checks on him and pulls him out of his magic-induced research stupor is because the man hasn't heard from him in half a day, and Stiles will often find many unanswered texts on his phone.

He'll start setting an alarm or something on his phone every few hours, that should help break up the studying and practicing. ]

Geeze, subtle much? [ Stiles shakes his head, not having realized that she isn't the only one watching him, as he opens his menu and begins looking over the options.

He looks up to ask Peter what he's having and pauses when he notices the look on his mate's face, causing his own brows to furrow in concern. ]

Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?

[The wolf starts to wonder if he should even supervise what kind of spells Stiles would practice.

He turns back to him at the question. He takes a deep breath, trying to check if there is anything wrong with Stiles' scent. There's nothing. Only strong magic has scent, so Peter can't tell if it's the spell, but...]

Perfect. [He answers shortly, narrowing his eyes at Stiles.] Though, may I ask again, what kind of spell was that... exactly? Opening things you said?

[ Stiles brow's go up a little but he answers the question easily. ]

Yeah, opening or finding things. It was supposed to lead me to... whatever. But since I didn't feel the inexplicable urge to go anywhere, I guess it didn't work.

[ Of course, there's always the chance he did it wrong- which he doesn't think he did. And at any rate, if he did do it wrong then surely something would have happened if it backfired. Though now that he thinks about it, alternately depending on the workings of the spell it could attract things to him. But that's silly, you can't attract things like secret lairs or other vaults to someone. ]

Finding things. [Peter sighs looking around quickly again.]

[With a low hum, Peter sets his menu aside and puts his elbows on the table, leaning closer to Stiles. His voice is low, hushed. Because the chatter of the place also died the more they spent time here. The more Stiles was here. Peter didn't like it.]

Look around you. Just look around, Stiles. Is there anything you notice?

[ The question confuses him but he does as asked. Slowly, Stiles turns to get a survey their surroundings and finds that... everyone is looking at them. Literally everyone. No one is eating or drinking, the waiters and waitresses just stand where they are, trays of food in their hands, staring at them.

Stiles then notices the hostess who had seated them and watches as she gives him a hungry once over and licks her lips. It makes his stomach turn.

They're staring at him. ]

Oh my god, oh my god the spell backfired!

[ Before he can say anything else one of the waiters approaches their table and stands right next to him, a little too close for him now that he knows what's happening. Unlike the hostess, the waiter has no problem touching Stiles, sliding a hand along the back of his neck as he asks if there's anything he'd like to order, like himself for example. ]

Spectacularly.

[Peter sighs and notices the waiter walking to them. But he's too late, the bastard is already invading territories that are his and only his.

He's quickly up from his seat stepping to the man. His limbs tremble from anger and instinct to tear someone's throat out. Instead Peter just grabs the wrist connected to the stray hand and pulls it away, squeezing.] Generous, but I doubt you'd be any use with a broken wrist.

[There's a sound of bones breaking and a scream, as Peter squeezes again. Hoping the survival instinct is stronger in humans than the work of the spell. At least for the time they leave the restaurant.]

Come on, Stiles. [Peter calls, reaching for the boy's hand to pull him toward the exit.]

[ It all happens so quickly that it only registers what Peter's done when the man screams in pain and cradles his hand. ]

Oh my god you hurt him!

[ Honestly he's not even a little surprised and the show of possessiveness he knows Peter has for him kind of turns him on. He's a terrible person for it.

What surprises him most, though, is that the staff and patrons of the restuarant didn't even bat an eye when Peter broke the man's wrist, but what spurs them into action is when Peter grabs his hand and pulls him away from the table. That, seemingly, outrages them that this man dare touch their Stiles. ]

Oh god, yes, let's go!

[Peter has no time to tell Stiles he could have hurt them worse. The smell in the air gets to him, arousal and need to have. For his Stiles. Maybe he's effected, but Peter can't be sure.

He looks around, realizing that the spell has these people too strong. They will have to run. These people want Stiles in a desperate way, the longer he's here the more the spell erases the common sense in the room.]

So far for steak tonight. [Peter growls, his eyes flash red, but humans were never affected by werewolf theatrics. No spell, no show of dominance would stop them in their current brainless state. Which is annoying as they want to take his Stiles. The wolf squeezes Stiles' hand and pulls him close to himself so he can lead them to the exit through the crowd of people.] Stay close.

[ Stiles nods and stays close, making sure not to look anyone in the eye. They hover close as they move toward the exit but if Stiles isn't looking directly at them, giving them the attention they want they don't actually do anything to them, or him. So he keeps his head down, eyes on the ground as Peter leads them to the door.

All the while Stiles is muttering apologizes. This was not what he wanted when he started going through the spellbook he had found, or the spell he had tried out. And not only that but it ruined their date. ]

[Peter holds Stiles' hand in his, the same hand that just broke someone's wrist. He's glaring around, trying to tell these people that if they take as much as a step toward them they will regret it.

Though Peter can sense that these people are focused on Stiles and his lack of interaction is the one keeping them at bay. So far. God, the air is disgusting here.

Peter takes Stiles outside, quickly checking if there are anyone on the streets.]

Shut up and get to the car, quickly.

[ Stiles doesn't argue and does as told, quickly getting into the car and buckling up, then locking his door as he waits for Peter to join him. So far, no one's come out after him. Does that mean they're back to normal once they're out of the immediate area? Will they even remember what happened?

God, he has no idea, and really he just wants to get back to the safety of Peter's home. ]

[Peter follows close by, trying to see if he has to fight with anyone tonight. Thankfully the people are too far to be affected the spell. No one is following them, so Peter hopes the spell works on sight... maybe. He needs to check the exact spell to know more.

He gets in the car after Stiles, looking at him for a moment. Then he takes the keys.]

If you don't mind, I'm driving us back to my place. [Peter starts. He needs to do something, he's trembling from tension and anger, his wolf still alert to guard his territory. They are back in his apartment in no time.]

[ Stiles hands his keys over instantly and stays silent the entire drive back to Peter's, making sure to keep his head down whenever they stop at a light, not daring to make eye contact with the people in the car next to them.

When they get to Peter's apartment, Stiles makes the mistake of looking up and making eye contact with one of Peter's neighbors who just exited their apartment. Thankfully they're able to get inside Peter's apartment before the woman gets close enough to touch him, and instead just gets a door slammed in their face.

Stiles stumbles away from the front door, pale and on the verge of a panic attack. He has no idea how long this will last, he doesn't think the spell said it had a timeframe. What if he can never go outside again? What if he can't see his friends or his dad? ]

[Peter is ready to fight with anyone at this point, but he really doesn't want to move from his current place. Not until they know what's wrong with Stiles.

As Peter locks the door he hears her banging on it weakly, but leaves eventually. The wolf sighs, turning to Stiles smelling his state.]

Stiles. [He starts softly, stepping closer and holding up a hand to the boy. Peter doesn't want to be the one jump-starting an attack, but he wants to help and also make sure Stiles has his scent on him and not that other jerk's.] You're safe now. Stiles look at me...

[ After a moment Stiles takes Peter's hand shakily and moves into his space for comfort, looking up at him and trying to control his rapid breathing to keep from going into a full blown panic attack. ]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry Peter, I didn't- I don't know what I did wrong. I followed all the directions...

[Pulling Stiles slowly closer, sliding his other arm around his waist Peter keeps him against his body. It calms him too a little.]

You apologized enough, Stiles. Spells are difficult to handle, they are sensitive of the user too. Some spells only can be used by certain people. [He speaks gently, stroking the boy's waist and tilts his head to look into his face.] I need to look at it too to know more. But until then I'd rather you not leave here.

[ Stiles presses his face into the crook of Peter's neck and inhales softly, finding Peter's spicy, earthy scent comforting. He nods in understanding, both to Peter's desire to read the book as well as Stiles staying put until the spell wears off.

If it wears off. God, he hopes so. ]

Maybe we can order in instead. And you can answer the door.... while I'm in the other room.

[Peter pulls Stiles tightly to him, his hand coming up to stroke the back of his neck, where he was touched by a stranger. It angers Peter just by thinking about it. He should have turned them back the moment he knew something was wrong. Or first he should have checked the spell.]

It's promising you still have hunger after this scare. [He smiles a little, turning his head to kiss at Stiles' temple. Peter almost offers to go out and maybe bring the spell book too, but he doesn't want to leave Stiles alone now. Not after he was basically hunter back there. His wolf needs this too.] Oh Stiles, my sweet, what would have happened if I wasn't taking you out today? If I'm not with you when the spell acts? It was very dangerous.

[ He knows what would have happened, if there'd been too many people and he hadn't figured out what was wrong. It makes him shudder to think of it and he presses closer into Peter for it.

Though, despite the fact he had messed up the spell, and things had turned ugly, it doesn't deter him from wanting to learn, from wanting to hone his spark and become Peter's emissary. He'll just... need a little guidance perhaps. Maybe he'll start letting Peter look over his spell choices first so he doesn't wind up making the same mistake again, or worse. ]

I know, I'm sorry... I'm glad you were there.

[Peter sighs, stroking Stiles' back. He didn't want to scare him more, but it's good if Stiles know the consequences of a badly cast spell. It would hurt both of them.]

It's good you want to learn, it's good you're curious. But if next time I'm not there something worse can happen, Stiles. [He speaks quietly.] I'm not saying to review all spells you want to try, but at first it may be better. Until you have experience.

Also, in my experiences, spells fade. Eventually. [He adds to calm the boy down.]

[ Stiles knows Peter is right, even if it hurts to hear it- his pride more than anything. The teen nods in understanding. ]

I will from now on, I promise. I really don't want something like that to happen again. I wanted to become an emissary to protect people, not hurt them or make them do something they wouldn't.

[ Now that he thought about it... ]

Why didn't the spell affect you?

Now yes, I'm here for all those things. [Peter smirks, moving away a little to look into Stiles' face. He reaches up to stroke his cheek.]

Hmm. [He frowns thoughtful. Was he really not affected? Peter didn't feel any different with Stiles, he always wanted him.] That could depend on the spell, but I suppose... because I already found you? [He smirks again, leaning closer for a short kiss.]

I already want to have you, I don't need a spell for it.

[ Stiles grins at Peter's answer and leans in to return the kiss, arms coming up to circle the werewolf's neck. ]

Mm, maybe that's why you weren't affected.

Probably.

[Peter nods, kissing the boy again. He just realizes his wolf calms down too. Knowing that his mate is safe and sound and chose them again. He was ready to kill back there for this boy. Damn it.]

Now, how about we order in, eat and then I show you how much I want you.

[ Stiles grins into the kiss, then nips a little at the man's lips before pulling away and licking his own. ]

I think that's a great idea.

((ooc: shall we end it here? ))

((ooc: sounds good!))

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