Brielle is not the one that is (ouverte) wrote in rooms,
Re: Marvel: Wren and "Brielle"
She watched the cousine with bluegray eyes, curious as to how conversations like these went in the real world. Wren's dislike of Brielle seemed obvious and palpable to Nora, but Wren was not the type to speak of such things, only skate around them. Wren was the type to play nice, it was obvious when she took her designated seat on the slide instead of scuttling off in bitterness or regret. Did Wren really think the compliments and small talk were going to help? Did Wren think they were friends?
"I will be off to see her soon enough," Nora explained through smoke and ash. Once she'd had a chance to case the destruction and rubble of the city for a bit, Brielle could have her time in the other door. When Wren inquired as to where she was staying, Nora quirked a brow.
"Are you pretending that Anaïs has not told you we've been living out of a storage unit?" Nora wasn't exactly the type to take care of things or people that she'd rather see shatter. She'd just live in a room full of broken glass, if given the choice. If it was cruel to cut to the quick and dismiss pleasantries for the fucking facts, so be it. The words, harsh but true, made the edge of her venus fly trap lips twist like a constrictor as she looked to the cousine. Beautiful Wren. Maybe she'd cry through her denials, her proclamations of innocence. How delightful. Nora's pristine eyes gashed a little wider, expectant.