[When he swarms her, she can't think clearly enough to react the way she should: all that skill, all that strength means nothing, because she's little more than a terrified animal, wailing and shrieking as she pushes and twists against his arms as he pulls her close.
He's strong. He's tall. She hits him wherever she can reach, twists and wrenches against his grip. She screams again, and none of the words falling from her lips in a tirade of sobs and howls make any sense.
She has to get away. She has to run. She can't.
It's not okay, and it never will be.
She's not strong enough to keep it up, though, because she needs to eat. She needs water. She needs...she needs this, Stiles holding her and Stiles' voice low in her ear, all the warmth and security and safety of pack...
Allison is strong...but she'll never survive as an omega.
Her struggling dies off pretty fast, but the panicked shrieks are slower to fade...in the end, she's left clinging to Stiles for support because she's shaking so bad, and the lungfuls of air she's gulping have less to do with fear and more to do with the sobs that are wracking her body, making her trembling that much worse.
She's still not making much sense, but with her face pressed to his shoulder, at least some muffled words can be made out.]
Monday Spam
He's strong. He's tall. She hits him wherever she can reach, twists and wrenches against his grip. She screams again, and none of the words falling from her lips in a tirade of sobs and howls make any sense.
She has to get away. She has to run. She can't.
It's not okay, and it never will be.
She's not strong enough to keep it up, though, because she needs to eat. She needs water. She needs...she needs this, Stiles holding her and Stiles' voice low in her ear, all the warmth and security and safety of pack...
Allison is strong...but she'll never survive as an omega.
Her struggling dies off pretty fast, but the panicked shrieks are slower to fade...in the end, she's left clinging to Stiles for support because she's shaking so bad, and the lungfuls of air she's gulping have less to do with fear and more to do with the sobs that are wracking her body, making her trembling that much worse.
She's still not making much sense, but with her face pressed to his shoulder, at least some muffled words can be made out.]
...sorry...so sorry...