Wren (wren_reflected) wrote in coldcreeklogs, @ 2015-11-06 17:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | wren whitethorne |
WHO: Wren Whitethorne & OPEN
WHAT: Getting lost
WHEN: Oct 12th - midday
WHERE: Cold Creek Mall
WARNINGS: TBD, probably mentions of past abuse knowing Wren
STATUS: Incomplete/OPEN
Wren had never had a holiday quite like this before and the fact that he was spending this time away with Wayne was almost more than he could take. He'd never slept so well, curled up against Wayne and exhausted from days of seeing things and going to places and visiting shops in town, all the exciting things that Wayne had taken him out to do and experience, the food they'd eaten - he was a little overstimulated but he could reach out his hand to Teddy's whenever he was feeling over his head and he was there like a rock, steadying Wren and letting him enjoy it even more. He loved to see Wayne himself looking so happy and healthy and it made the little flame of happiness burn in him all the time.
He hadn't had a nightmare he remembered since they'd gotten to the town and apart from the blip at the Water Park he'd been as stable as he'd ever been. It was almost predictable that his good luck was going to run out, but he hadn't seen it coming.
His Teddy and he had gone to the mall to shop around, Wren happy enough to link his little hand in with Wayne's bigger one and look at all the colours and shapes and then back to Wayne just to keep himself centered. He was a strange little being in shops, never asking for anything because he'd never known enough to ask for anything, and unwilling to touch anything as though it was worth more than he was. He was always astounded when Wayne got him anything, even now, and his greatest pleasure was watching Wayne buy something for himself.
They were in a clothes shop now, Wayne in among the clothes racks while Wren took a moment to rest on a seat in the shoe section. He got up when he saw Wayne walk away, following him outside of the shop and hurrying to catch up with him - it didn't even cross his mind to be confused as to why Wayne was walking away from him without stopping to collect him first, not because he thought Wayne would be that callous but because he didn't think he was important enough. He reached Wayne and slipped his hand into Wayne's only for the man to turn around and pull away from him - it wasn't him.
Wren stared up at the stranger with wide eyes as the man first snapped at him and then started to look concerned when the boy did nothing, before he turned and bolted off looking for Wayne proper. He couldn't find him though, wandering around and into each shop until he was thoroughly lost. He wore himself out in panic and worry and eventually just holed himself up under the escalators near the toilets, not the safest place for someone of Wren's particular weaknesses, but the least crowded place he could find. He had his thumb in his mouth, chewing at it in distress and sniffling at the thought of Wayne out there, alone and lost.