tattoos
Stiles was holding Derek’s hand as the walked to the nemeton. In the years since high school life in Beacon Hills had calmed down a lot. Part of it was a sudden shift in the nemeton’s… disposition? Stiles wasn’t quite sure how to characterise it but something had changed. Stiles’ own magic had become more refined and controlled as he’d learned and with the tattoos he now sported all over his body....