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Re: Marvel: Wren and "Brielle"
Wren with her efflugent beauty, she was a pretty princess and Nora was a mauling monster wolf. She could break her. There was no doubt in her mind. She could and she would. The initial flash of anger in Wren's eyes(before it flickered and morphed to momentary self-doubt) was only met with a tighter grip on the girl's wrist. Not yet unfriendly, just.. stern. She turned Wren's hand over, unfurling the girl's delicate fingers in order to admire the way love and life spread in lines across the girl's palm.
When Wren spoke with denial, Nora set her gravedug gaze upon the cousine with a dark determination that few would survive to recount. Mascara roped lashes lifted and birthed a new plague when Nora stared. Unaffected and unperturbed by Wren's words. "Well, you would certainly know better than me. I'm just a concerned bystander.." But the concession didn't sound convinced, more like Nora was entertaining the fantasies of a small child.
She licked her lips, those wolf eyes eating away at Wren like acid. The park was quiet and there were so many things that Nora could do to her. But time was growing short, and she'd already wasted so much time on the little bird. It was time to say goodbye. So with a drawn breath and a plastic smile, she tightened her grip on Wren's wrist. Shackle-tight with fingertips that dug into the skin, promising a pretty mottled painting of blue and purple bruises. Like flowers watercolored on white paper.
"I do hope we've grown past all of the silliness that came to be because of your man and I. You do still love me..." Nails bit sharp into the tender underbelly of the bird's wrist. "Don't you?"