Brielle is not the one that is (ouverte) wrote in rooms,
Re: Marvel: Wren and "Brielle"
She rolled her eyes, seeking distraction in the scabbed, broken horizon of a recently plundered cityscape. She was more than a little disappointed that it'd been over so quickly. Avengers & Co. to the rescue all before she'd had time to properly enjoy the kaboom-flash-pow of phoenix colors. She'd missed out on the fire and chaos that would tangoed like an old lovers with her whirlwind thunderous laughter. Oh well, no matter. She knew that destruction would come again. Maybe it would come from her. Oh yes, that would be a marvelous good time.
Nora dropped her cigarette aside with the same disinterested discarding she'd wear whenever she tossed aside torn clothes, bloody knives, wallets that didn't belong to her, and of course, people. The urge to toss Wren in much the same direction was barely suppressed. Nora wasn't a woman of endless patience, but even she knew that some things required waiting. Timing was everything, after all.
"We don't want anything of yours." The 'we' was a mistake, meaning Brielle and herself, but Nora did not correct it because she realized it could mean both of the Maheu sisters too. She looked at the cousine then, and those blue eyes were not tragic like so many times before, they were cold.
"I don't need your assistance, Wren. I feel sorry for you." And it was true. Catering to love's little whims. What a terribly unfortunate way to live.