taurus- tfw no gf
gemini- farming memes
cancer- spiders georg
leo- shrek, onions
virgo- i came out to have a good time and im honestly feeling so attacked right now
libra- peach time
scorpio- rick rolling
sagittarius- bee movie
capricorn- john green, metaphors
aquarius- birds riding skateboards
pisces- photoshopping kim’s head from the kim kardashian game onto actual photos of kim kardashian
i did the thing for the soulmate thing
It starts the way Boyd remembers colds to: he feels a chill in his bones, a slight fog over his thoughts and heaviness to his steps. The edges of the world blurring.
He becomes even quieter than usual. His silences turning from calm and comforting to tense and heavy, weighting on the room. His brows feel like they’re constantly furrowed, eyes troubled and dulling. His chest feels heavier with every day and his breath shorter. Like no matter how much he inhales he can’t get enough air into his lungs.
The colors around him are vapid and grey.
He loses appetite, loses will to do anything but sleep. He’s lethargic and almost completely lifeless, slow where he used to be so fast. It’s as if his werewolf senses, all that came with being a wolf, got torn from him, like it took more than it gave.
And he just doesn’t know why, no one knows really. But he finds it harder and harder to care.
He doesn’t even feel like going to Deaton, but no one asks him if he does. They stopped asking about things he wants after he stopped being able to tell. Isaac and Erica simply pull him out of bed and help him into a pair of sweats before Derek drives them to the clinic.
Deaton gets this considering look when the situation is explained to him and starts asking questions that feel like he’s hinting at something, but Boyd can’t even make himself listen. He just slumps in the chair Scott pulled out for him when he kept listing to the side, not even interested in staying upright.
He just wants to go home and sleep, just sleep, make the dullness go away.