"I think I used to be pretty decent at drawing." Rachel murmurs one day, staring down at the pencil in her hand like it's something new and strange.

Stiles grunts in acknowledgement, not taking his eyes away from his book about necromancy. It's interesting stuff.

A few days have passed since Rachel's disappearing act, and since Stiles found a eulogy with her name and face attached. They haven't discussed it yet, and as much as Stiles wants to bring it up, he can't quite seem to find the words. So instead, they have fallen back into their usual rituals; curiosity left at the front door and questions left unanswered.

Not for the first time, Stiles thinks that it may drive him crazy.

Rachel brings the pencil down towards the paper she had been writing a grocery list upon, but does not touch lead to paper again. Instead, she stares down at it, eyes faraway and face expressionless. Stiles glances up, eyeing her over the top of his book, before shrugging and going back to reading. It's a little creepy, those faraway looks she sometimes gets, but it also happens enough that it's stopped phasing him.

Slowly, Rachel begins to sketch in a blank space upon the paper. In shades of grey, two birds of prey begin to take form. When he notices, Stiles shifts forward to watch. He's not totally sure, but he thinks it might be a hawk and an eagle. Below them are the two barely-there figures, a boy and a girl.

"That's pretty good." Stiles says, and Rachel does not respond. She simply stares at the sketch for a long moment, before crumpling the paper and tossing it towards the pine scented candle they have burning on the coffee table.

It lands with surprising accuracy, and Stiles yelps as it bursts into flame.

His roommate just watches, and the sudden elevated flames cast shadows across her features, making her eyes burn gold.