Brielle is not the one that is (ouverte) wrote in rooms,
Re: Marvel: Wren and "Brielle"
The rage was a welcome old friend. It felt to her that it'd always been there, even before Nora had become Nora. Before she'd been constructed out of secrets kept and hope lost, there'd been rage. With Brielle it had gone unrecognized, it hadn't had a name or a face or even a reason to be that would ever be voiced aloud.. but now it did. Now it was darkness without aim, only ferocity. Cruelty for the sake of its own self. A self-fulfilling prophecy. A tail-eating serpent. A blackhole that devoured worlds, insatiabley dining on destruction.
Her emotions were mangled, strangled, twisted. She felt jagged and imbalanced, something very wrong. She'd have to destroy something down soon just to feel better. But right now, there was Wren. Wren too could be destroyed in small ways.
My, there was something so pretty in Wren's eyes, and Nora was fascinated as to what might have been glitching and grinding inside her little blond head head. Maybe she'd pry it open and see. Of course, then the cousine spoke so curiously, Nora's grave smile bloomed with mock warmth. She even reached out and took Wren's hand, comfort to soften the blow of truth. Her bloodthirsty fingers wrapped on the cool ivory of Wren's wrist, deceptively gentle as she explained.
"Because there is so little of you. So little that the only purpose you have is based upon a man. A man who doesn't love you as much as he loves saving you." Naturally.