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littlewren (littlewren) wrote in devils_tower,
@ 2009-01-17 12:56:00

Entry tags:

english, wren

Week twelve - Wednesday night into Thursday morning

Where: Wolves front room
Why: Wren's feeling daring and decides it's time for Windchaser to meet English.
Who: Wren, Windchaser and English
Rating: PG-13

Wren glanced over at the clock on the wall that had only just recently been fixed, it seemed funny sometimes that in a world where nothing that really relied on time should even exist anymore that they still felt the need to be guided by it. It ticked quietly showing her the new time of eleven and with a grin Wren finished off her beer, making a mental note to replenish seeing as she was running dangerously low, and crossed towards her friends room. Wren bounced on her toes a little getting herself ready for a quick cover and duck, and reminding herself that she could get potentially stabbed for what she was about to do but just glancing back at the coffee table that held hair dye, makeup and yet more beer, was enough to get her through the door.

She could hear Windchaser behind her, possibly completely unaware of what was about to go down and she signalled for her to stay put for the mean time. With a few careful steps, avoiding the creaking floorboards, Wren slowly placed her hand on the bedroom handle and twisted as slowly as she could make herself. Her heart drummed in her ears. Her mouth tugged into such a grin that she felt like she was about to burst into hysterics at any moment, she was so scared and excited that her hand was shaking. This was going to be amazing.

She could see a foot sticking out from under the covers, still, signalling the person was fast asleep. It was a shame the girl wasn't one for snoring because Wren was so close to laughing she had to stop breathing just to make it towards the bed. Luckily a hate of decorating had included this girls bedroom so there was nothing to trip over or disturb, nothing to destroy her ninja moment. When she reached the bed she saw the mop a top of brown hair and exhaled slowly, then ever so slowly she leant over and circled the girls ankle with a cold thin hand. With one final deep breath Wren put all her strength into her right hand and yanked as hard as she could...

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chang it to PG-13 at least for Trash mouth here!

_english
2009-01-17 11:32 am UTC (link)

English felt safe on the farm. It was the only reason that she wasn't awake the moment her door creaked open, it was the only reason the light from the hall hadn't woken her. Had she been out in her tent in the middle of nowhere the moment Wren was with in five yards of her she probably would have been awake.

The rumors of how English slept were greatly exaggerated and she didn't mind one bit, it kept people from bothering her. People never came into her room for fear of being blown up or stabbed. She still debated with herself at times if she would follow through with that. Her room had all the comforts of home, her childhood home. There was a ballet poster over the headboard a pair of slippers dangling down the side of the headboard's right post. A lone plush bunny dressed like a ballerina sat beside her overstuffed pillow her head was on. The dresser held several picture frames safely holding pictures of family and many more of the Caldwell boys and English a great deal younger and smiling. Her room was her sanctuary where she safely hid what was left of Anna.

The cold icy grip of Wren's hand made a yelp escape from English's lips long before she had the right frame of mind to know what the hell was going on. English was a tall young woman but she was also pencil thin so one mighty tug from Wren was enough to pull English enough out of bed so she slid the rest of the way out and onto the floor. It really was good for the bright haired girl that English didn’t sleep with a knife under her pillow she had woken up far too often to have a cute young boy wrapped around her feet at the foot of the bed for her to feel safe doing such a thing, she really wish she had one handy about now though. Still half asleep from going to bed early due to her early rounds in the morning English glared up at Wren. "What the bloody fuck are you doing?!" Her short hair was a wild mess atop her head and she was dressed in nothing but a tight tank top and a pair of extremely short sleeping shorts. "And get your damn hand off me it is fucking cold!"

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littlewren
2009-01-18 08:25 am UTC (link)

Wren yanked English so hard she fell with a thud on the floor, her hair all crazy atop her head and her face in one of the most hilarious expressions she'd seen yet. But what surprised her most were the itty bitty sleeping clothes she wore, and how good she actually looked in them. Wren let go of her ankle and howled with laughter, hardly being able to breathe. "Oh jesus English," she wheezed and slapped her hand on her belly to try and soothe the ache, "I fucking love you,"

She wiped away an imaginary tear, "But tell me where the heck did you get the body," she whistled, "If I wasn't straight Id do you myself...wait, no scrap that I'd do you anyway," she grinned. "I'm dragging you out to play with my new friend, you haven't met windchaser yet," she pointed to outside, "Don't even fight it," she rolled her eyes. "She's waiting outside so be nice she's new to the tribe and I promised her a dye job, and you my dear are going to join us whether you like it or not,"

She backed slowly towards the door again, being wise enough not to turn her back in case English leapt on her and headed her into the floor, "Come on sexy lady," she beckoned her with her hands. "I'll be waiting outside," and then she dissappeared back into the living area where she smiled at Windchaser, "She'll be right out," she giggled.

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_english
2009-01-20 02:37 pm UTC (link)

English any other time wouldn't have been in the mood for the intrusion into her room and would have already been screaming more obscinities than she already had been. It being the day after she found out about Hawk and Nova she really wasn't in the mood to hear how Wren thought she looked. Wounds were still open and English had been overly quiet and damn well moody in a way few had ever seen her for the past two days. English wasn't in the mood to fight though and that was a sure fire indication that something was seriously wrong.

English unfolded herself from the floor and got to her feet. Her hands moved to smooth out the hair she could feel was all over the place. She grabbed the blanket off her bed and wasn't even going to begin to argue with Wren about this. English knew she would loose so decided to not even bother. She did though roll her eyes at all the sexy talk and junk about her body.

"I'm built like a boy...a very scrawney boy, Wren." English was slender there was no denying that but she was also very hard on herself and under all the grumbling anger was a very insecure young woman.

She made her way down to the living area after shutting her door and flopped into one of the chairs. "I hope you didn't want the rest of the moonshine...I drank the rest of it the other night with Grey."

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