[Name's Jo, twenty-something, with rambling tendencies and many emotions.]
(Will flood dashboards with ships and whatever I find of importance.)
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For weeks afterwards, it haunted his subconcious. Why him and that specifc piece, why has him been condecorated as the highest piece in the board?
It wasn’t for many months after that he dared to ask the question, that he could finally face the man, and ask:
"How come I’m the King? I expected pawn, hell, a knight at most, but never the King?"
Stiles, just fixed his eyes on the chess piece Derek was toying with, not looking for an answer, but trying to organize it for the werewolf.
"When we met, I thought you were just a pawn, easily taken out, replaceable, but then in between saving our asses, you became a Rook straightfowardly minded, finding the Alpha, killing the Alpha, avenging Laura." Stiles pauses gauging Derek’s reaction to his late sister’s name, the man held onto the King and nodded. "When you became the Alpha, I saw you as the Bishop, still linear but different, with more room to operate, until the whole Jackson-Kanima-Matt-Gerard thing when I realized you were playing as a Knight with boxed moves and you were running out of room, maybe then I finally saw you as the King."
He stood from his place at the edge of the bed and took the opposing King on the board.
"No one can deny your strength and power or that when you want to be you are quite the mind, no one can go against your stubborness, well, we have put on the good fight for that one, but see, when I look at you I see the vunerability, and can help but think that my own puny human instincts want you protected, because just like the King, you are the one tying this game. When went to Mexico for your furry butt, man! You are ours. Ours to have, and to protect, to fight with, to fight for!"
Derek held the chess piece as a physical anchor, watching Stiles while the teenager held onto his own King, and shrugs.
"That’s why you get the King, Derek."
The werewolf nods, and gives Stiles a tiny smile on his way out.
Many more months go by, and many situations that change them too, some leaving more questions than answers but one night Derek holds Stiles back a lifts his shirt, Stiles eyes him questionably but looks down, high up in Derek’s left side ribcage were two opposing chessmen; Kings.lazy-bird, mentaly-whore, soccer-and-books, joelo23