#bdrpwendy

[labellerose-acheron]

Do Not Fear the Warnings *** [Queen Anne’s Song]

@my-lost-darling, @lost-girl-at-sea

After work, Belle headed to Jane’s apartment. The air was brisk and overcast, playing with the hem of her skirt, along with the leaves that had fallen on the sidewalk. She fiddled with the strap on her bag as she walked. She had given Jane the heads up that she had news and scheduled a time to visit when both she and Wendy would be available, but she felt guilty. 

It had been a handful of weeks since Elfhame. 

While the visit was still fresh in Belle’s mind (and in her dreams and nightmares), she knew if she was on the other end of this, she would be angry. It was just that as soon as she’d returned, so much had happened. Belle’s mind had turned to her own family, her own children, and the Darling’s plight had taken a backseat to all of that. She had, of course, texted Jane that John was alive and that he was fine. Healthy, even, but she had promised her she would come by to discuss more at first opportunity.

It was not a lie that this was truly first opportunity. However, Belle had the distinct feeling that Jane already didn’t like her. Wendy was impossible to read, but if the Darlings were anything like the Acherons, or even the Bonfamilles, she would side with Jane, if only on principle.

Belle took a deep breath when she finally reached Jane’s door. Reaching up, she knocked and then took a step back, waiting for someone to appear. When they did, she managed a smile.  

“Hullo,” Belle greeted with a little nod of her head. “I hope I have come at a good time?” 

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[sailor--thomas]

Whiskey Sour ~~ [Wenmas]

@my-lost-darling​

Another shift done. Another dinner by himself at the Deer before he went home. It was routine at this point. Tom liked routine. There was something soothing to the repetition. It reminded him of the Navy and the routine of drills and assignments. There had been a structure to it that had been very steadying to someone like Tom, who otherwise wandered. Both with his feet and with his mind. 

However, even though it was routine, quiet nights by himself eating at the bar did a number on his mood. He got trapped in the whirlpool of his thoughts. Sometimes this wasn’t so bad, but as of late, his thoughts were black and murky, guaranteed to pull him under. 

Not so far under, though, that he didn’t notice the pretty bird perch onto the stool next to him. In a place like this, a pretty bird was a hard thing to miss. 

“Hullo,” he said, all friendly, with a little smile as he gestured towards her in greeting with his pint. 

[lou-bonfightme]

To Build a Town of Green || [Woud]

@flippin--corduroy​

It was Toulouse’s favorite time of year and he had thrown himself into it, staying up late reading the applications for set crew. (Of course, he wasn’t allowed to turn anyone away because this was “volunteer” work, but he liked to know what he was getting into. Besides, it was important to know people’s backgrounds, strengths and weaknesses for optimal performance. Also, he needed to know who was allowed to operate the heavy machinery and who he would absolutely not allow to do so.) 

This year the list was mediocre. The loss of Peri stung. She was actually talented and, what was more, Toulouse trusted her not to mess things up and supervise the others. 

He also would not apologize, because Toulouse was not someone who apologized unless the need was dire. And it was not. They would get on just fine. Greg was good at following directions. Mr. Hatter was amenable, but a liability. Besides that, he actually didn’t know the rest. Which was probably a good thing. Meant he could start fresh, train them up the way he wanted.

There was one name that had caught his eye. Someone who actually had the potential to be useful. On one of the first days, when things were still slow, the set crew more or less idle until school was out--especially considering most of them were the secondary students--Lou approached Wendy Corduroy.

“Mademoiselle Corduroy? I’m Lou Bonfamille, head of set design. Do you have a moment?” He gave her a pleasant smile.

[labellerose-acheron]

Tears from Stories Told *** [Queen Anne’s Revenge, feat. Wendy and Dipper]

@lost-girl-at-sea​, @my-lost-darling​, @thedipster​

When Belle first had...heard the call of Bedivere or...whatever, she hadn’t understood why. 

Why her, of all people? 

Usually, her favourite question to ask was why? but when it came to this...she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer, because she was beginning to suspect there wasn’t an answer. Swynlake didn’t have a reason for the people that it chose. If it even chose. Or, perhaps, when the souls had been released, they had just catapulted into the first bodies they found. It was a funny sort of twisted logic for the girl who, her whole life, had wanted to be special.

The tricky thing about that was that she had never really believed she was special. Though, these days, she was starting to realize that maybe...being special had nothing to do with some divine intervention. It was the decisions you made that made you unique. And it was the people who loved you that made you feel special, even if you weren’t.

All that being said: Belle finally felt, at least, a bit useful in this whole operation. She was not the best fighter. (Though, she was getting infinitely better these days, with Merida and Arthur and the other knight’s help.) She was an excellent researcher. And she was one of the only native Swynlakers. Which meant she knew people.

When talk had come up of the fae realm, Excalibur, and retrieving it. Well--Belle had volunteered to get in contact with Jane. After all, she’d known John. He’d been her TA. (The last time she’d see him, actually, he’d helped her when her water had broken. It burned her that that memory was fuzzy at best.) She knew Jane too. They had been classmates, more or less. And Belle respected her. She hoped the feeling was mutual. 

It had appeared so when Jane hadn’t just--hung up the phone when Belle had mentioned John. Instead, she had invited her over.

As per Knights of the Round Table Honor Code, or whatever, Belle had to take a “partner” with her. Which she thought to be relatively asinine of a rule, considering that she was perfectly capable of handling this on her own. The Darlings were not their enemy. They were going to help them. They were, hopefully, going to help each other. 

The door opened after Belle had knocked briskly and she smiled. “Hullo, Jane,” she greeted the other woman with a reserved smile. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.” 

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