Peach Surprise a la Maxwell | Self-Para (+Wendy & Finnian)
Even before Coal Cabin appeared in view, Ian could already hear the wailing from within. It was not high-pitched but definitely feminine, and a testament to how non-soundproofed the cabins were that he could hear Wendy even from a few meters away. Or maybe his ears are just that good but the point is, the hag had come visiting once again, just like what she threatened said the other day. But unlike last time, she was making use of the waterworks knowing Finnian would be more sympathetic than Ian would be in the face of womanly tears.
He kicked the cabin door open and spotted just in time the selkie being jolted awake -- surprisingly, he managed to doze off in the middle of patting Wendyâs head and (possibly) whispering words of assurance that no, she wouldnât be dying in the hands of the new witch hunter-witch and that she didnât need to keep up the act of being a supposed werewolf.
â--I even tried eating half-cooked steak--and,--and--,â Wendy sobbed into a pillow, though she was already half rising and one of her hands reaching out for one of the two peach surprises that Ian brought back with him from the mess hall (under orders from the hag who was still keeping tabs on Maxwellâs recipes). âThereâs really nothing for Finnian, I see,â she sniffled as her eyes narrowed at the hydra, disapproving.
âWhat.â He countered, but Finnian was already going, âNo, itâs fine, Iâm good,â that Wendy was forced to drop the subject. Wiping her tears, she took a bite and sighed, while the selkie relaxed and leaned against the head of the bunk bed. He watched as Ian took the other end of the bed and nonchalantly ate the one he got for himself and...
âBy the way, canât both of you not use my bunk bed as some sort of conference couch?â Ian complained as Finnian fell to the side, the thud muffled by the bunk bed mattress. The other two fell silent and listened to the selkieâs even breathing.
Wendy could not help it. âAww...,â she said, and Ian rolled his eyes. âHeâs so sweet, you know,â she turned back to the other boy, shaking her head at his apparent hostility.
ââHeâs so sweet, oohâ,â he mimicked in a simpering voice, âIâm sick of it.â
âFinnian will never make an enemy out of you no matter what you do. He truly thinks of you as a friend.â
Ian made a face and angrily bit into the peach. Musing a little as he chewed, he then stood up and stooped a bit, smooshing the rest onto the selkieâs cheek -- peach, ice cream, meringue, and all -- before storming out of the cabin. The sound of the hagâs distinct cackles rang in his ears before it became muffled as the cabin door slammed shut behind him.