OH, DARLING

I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it. WENDY MIU. ASPIRING DESIGNER.

[miuwendy]

who’s your sheriff? / @twistedlove​

brandon is on his way to get something to eat when he hears someone call out to him. or, well,almost. wendy’s face is a familiar one, if anything for the number of times he has stopped by the Rose Petal boutique to check up on isabel. cute, kind of quirky, strange sense of fashion. brandon hasn’t talked to her much, but he doesn’t see any reason to avoid her either. “ are you offering? ” he asks as he approaches the woman, glancing between wendy and the imposing museum behind her. “ let me guess, ” brandon starts, standing in front of her. “ they didn’t let you in with the ice cream. ” 

Wendy cocked a half grin, and took a chunk of her ice cream into her mouth as Brandon continued to talk. She never really ran into him that often, and most of the time she saw him, he was coming into the Rose Petal when Wendy was working. Which was weird enough, unless Wendy thought about Isabel’s whatever-he-was, which she preferred not to. “Oh wow, sheriff, how did you know I like handcuffs?” Her laughter carried up and through the plaza in front of the museum before she leaned back forward on her knees. “Yeah it’s against the rules or something like that. Hey, maybe if you tell them to let me in with the ice cream, they’ll bend the rules a little?”

[miuwendy]

@lostmason

Normally Wendy really hated doing things on her own. She hated going out in public on her own, and she hated eating alone, and she especially hated doing any kind of themed attraction alone. To her, it felt like and innate sense of rotting anxiety began to form when she was out and about alone. Also a slight sense of dread. She’d be a dirty, filthy liar if she said that Grimmbrook was as safe as the picturesque town looked from the outside. And Michelle had said she was just going to be right back. She’d absolutely be here before the forest tour started. And so Wendy was okay to wait, for a moment. She piddled around on her phone for a bit while the tour guide (who looked absolutely gone from this plane of existence) shuffled from one foot to the other as a few other people joined the little ragtag group outside the woods. 

She threw an apprehensive glance back towards where Michelle had disappeared to and wondered--not for the first time--where her sister had disappeared to.

She felt that telltale flip in her stomach the longer she realized she was alone and kept looking around as the tour started off into the woods. Even if Wendy was incredibly mad at Johnny and Chelle right now, it didn’t mean she really wanted to do things without them. The dread feeling started creeping up her throat while she glanced around at the mixed tour group and tried to see if her sister had snuck back in without Wendy realizing. Instead, she laid her eyes on another familiar face and waltzed over a little awkwardly. “Hey, stranger,” she chirped.

[miuwendy]

@meliorist​

Wendy’s shifts at the Rose Petal mostly consisted of her doodling in a sketchbook behind the counter. She really liked worked there, and really liked Isabel even if she worried a little about the relationship she sort of half had with Casper. Isabel seemed reluctant to say anything about the fight Wendy had witnessed, and honestly as awkward as Wendy felt about it, she preferred it that way. It was always weird to witness a fight, and that discomfort was only amplified by the fact that it was her boss, so instead of stirring the pot, Wendy tried to keep on the straight and narrow at work. 

She was almost lost in her own world when the little bell above the door actually dinged. It did surprise her. There weren’t usually all that many people coming to the Rose Petal, but Wendy loved dressing people up so it was always an ordeal when someone came in when she was working. “Welcome to the Rose Petal, where all your dreams come true! What can I help you with today?”

[miuwendy]

@twistedlove​

Wendy hadn’t really been participating that much in the spring festival. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the festival, in fact, she loved it, but this year things felt different. It felt like the everything was tinged with a little bit of despair and darkness. And not even the usual darkness that swirled around Grimmbrook. Her thoughts seemed to consume her as she sat outside Historical Society Museum with an ice cream cone. Her ice cream was even starting to melt in the afternoon sun and if that wasn’t a sin, she didn’t know what was. 

Wendy was debating tossing the whole thing in the trash before she spotted Mr. Sheriff himself. Then she debated smushing the whole thing on the steps in front of him just because she could. Instead she took a bite and then waved him over. “Hey, Five-O! Arrest anyone interesting today?”