@thisheartofink || #derek accepting his fate as a canvas

                   He could protest – stick a claw into Jeremy’s arm, really anything to get him to stop. Snarling wouldn’t help, Hale learned that. Instead he simply lays with fingers twined together on his chest as the wolf waits out the other’s drawing. Derek is even careful when his lips part to barely move his features or flex any muscles. “Are you finished yet?”