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Age: 33
Sign: Aquarius
Country: United States

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03/29/2020 01:49 PM 

ii. personal study | day with mom.

Hunger for knowledge did not trump a day spent with his mother, nor his father, though Stiles had always been more of a mother's boy. Perhaps it was an eerie premonition of the tragedy to strike the Stilinski household, or it was as simple as the similarities shared between mother and child. Claudia was the one gave Stiles his name, and she was the parent who indulged the young boy in art, mythology, and reading.

Noah would return home from shifts sometimes at five in the afternoon, sometimes at one in the morning, thus during the few optimal times for the entire family to spend together -- Noah saw so much of his wife in their child. Curious and quirky, the young Mieczysław would run to his parent's bed in the morning with a heavy book in hand and demand for story time. At first, it had always been Cladia who speak off his ears about scholarly and worldy things, and not just before bedtime.

Stiles enjoyed kindergarten to a degree, but as most kids were more interested in playing with toys and were frightened of slugs, the youth wanted to run around in the mud to catch bugs and listen to stories about the gods who created thunder and the gods responsible for love. Her fervor for the world and knowledge only increased as her mind slowly began to rot, but all the moments were sweet before things took their serious turn.

"My sweet Mieczysław." Her hand would smooth down his wild, brown locks, and Stiles would look to her with the largest grin -- teeth missing and all. "Mischief!" Words came out nearly a slur as missing teeth made it difficult to speak properly. Claudia would drop down to a knee, allowing Stiles to climb atop her back for a piggy back ride around the house and yard. They took care of the house, but Stiles' preferred activity was making an 'educated' mess in the yard. He enjoyed tasting everything he found just as much as he enjoyed finding bugs to play with.

"Mud doesn't belong in your mouth, and don't you dare step on a worm. They help the earth, and they don't mean anyone any harm." She was right, of course. Claudia allowed the boy to pick up and house the bugs he found in a glass jar -- but just for the day. At the end of the night, all the living creatures were returned outside. The youth didn't bother watching his mom cook (his mind too wild to focus), but he loved the way she danced and hummed in the kitchen; the aromas of her cooking a fond memory.

Stiles didn't know what he wanted to be when he grew up, all he knew he wanted to be as cool as his mother. She seemed so adventurous and open-minded; a wonder she lived and did little in Beacon Hills after starting a family. Noah was bound to return home any minute, thus mother and child busied themselves with catching fireflies in the front yard. They didn't come often to Beacon Hills, so the Stilinski's enjoyed their visit during the hottest nights of the summer.

Claudia was barefoot though insisted Stiles to wear shoes as they raced around the front yard with clear bottles in hand, catching as many luminescent bugs as possible. For a little boy, his maximum level of glee and excitement were reached. A memory so clear even in adulthood. The soft lightning of the Stinlinski house in the background, and the silhouette of his mother's dress dancing in the night as yellow-green hues surrounded them. The lights to Noah's car broke up the serene night but shortly after, he was joining the family in the adventure.

The night complete.

 

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