Wren is a girl mad as birds (ex_oiseau148) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-05-04 21:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, brielle maheu, wren henry |
Marvel: Wren and Brielle
Who: Wren and Brielle
What: An encounter
Where: Marvel
When: Current to whenever it's finished
Warnings/Rating: Nope
The city was a mess.
That morning, Wren was a sleeveless dress, cream and pale blue and beads at the knee-length hem. Her hair was a brown braid, curls fighting their way loose to frame her face, glitter on her skin that was leftover from the stage the night before. She was flats, quiet ones, ballet shoes, really. She forgot her door key when she went to work the night before, and so she opened the door to Marvel without it, only to find herself in the park; everything around her was destruction, and she thought it might take years to fix it all again. Trees knocked over and grass burnt to nothing and the playground in shreds. She walked toward the swingset, which was a twisted and agonized skeleton that impossibly still held two swings aloft.
She noticed the woman then, blonde and familiar, and she walked toward her. Had she stopped to think, she might have stopped entirely. She knew Luke didn't want her seeing Brielle. Really, maybe she didn't want to see her either. But those ballerina slippers were already treading on dead grass, crinkle and crumple beneath pale pink.