"Your husband is never coming back," one of the suitors tells him. His mouth is stained with Stiles’s good wine, the wine they had been saving for a special occasion. "You’re going to have to marry one of us, and soon.”
"Maybe," Derek says, looking away. "Not before I finish his shroud."
His hands are shaking a little as he sews, but the stitches are good, solid, easy to pick out with his claws later.
IS THIS EVEN REAL AN ODYSSEY AU WHERE DEREK IS PENELOPE AND STILES IS ODYSSEUS I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS IM IMAGINING PETER AS ANTICLEA WALKING INTO THE SEA AND NEVER RETURNING BECAUSE HE CANT HANDLE DEREK’S MOPING