pspsps what are the siblings' thoughts on fox and wren's relationship? <3 (hi this was inspired by that one charlie thing and it can be answered ic or ooc if u want, I am just so incredibly curious ABJBXJ)
!!! ok i actually think abt this often so like AGDGDG -
i’ll start with victor because his feelings toward their relationship are more straightforward!! victor doesn’t dwell on romance in general, both when it comes to himself and when it comes to others. however, he knows foxtrot well enough to understand that it takes a LOT for him to trust someone as deeply as he trusts wren. he can also see that wren visibly makes foxtrot happier. he appreciates wren for brightening foxtrot’s life, and he’s glad foxtrot found someone like them. essentially, he supports their relationship a bunch! he hopes it remains stable and that they continue making each other smile for a long while.
okay,,, charlie’s feelings are Complicated so i WILL end up rambling and i am sorry in advance!!!
at first, charlie was delighted by foxtrot and wren’s growing relationship. she loved having a chance to tease foxtrot about it — both to his face and behind his back when chatting to victor or wren. she enjoyed encouraging him as well, though. she could tell how happy wren made him. she wanted him to be happy. she wanted him to feel accepted and comfortable getting closer to them. she wanted to support them both in any way she could. the slow burn aspect of their relationship was PAINFUL to her, though; she was desperate for them to confess agdgdg
when they finally, finally confessed and they started dating properly, charlie was thrilled!! she supported foxtrot accepting his feelings wholeheartedly. again, she wanted him to be himself and feel comfortable, and she appreciated wren for making foxtrot happier. she still enjoyed teasing foxtrot whenever she could, but she also liked contributing to their relationship in small ways, like making the map for wren’s birthday.
now, a brief shift in topic that will become relevant in a moment. it’s important to emphasize that a large part of charlie never grew up. part of her is stuck in the past — when the triplets could rely on no one but each other, and when they cared about each other even when no one else truly cared about them.
charlie remembers when they were young children and foxtrot was shy and frightened and oftentimes depended on her when his fear overwhelmed him. she stood up for him. she felt like he needed her.
okay, back to foxtrot and wren. as the exciting novelty of their relationship faded and time passed… reality started sinking in for charlie. foxtrot had sometimes hung out with her during work or after work, but now she often couldn’t find him because he was hanging out with wren instead. he didn’t talk to her as often. she didn’t see him as often in general. he had gained independence from charlie over the years, but now he seemed to shut her out entirely.
he doesn’t need me anymore, she thought. he’s got wren now. he’s leaving me behind.
jealousy, bitterness, and fear began kindling in her despite charlie’s best efforts to stifle these emotions and to focus on foxtrot’s happiness. partly to justify these feelings, she began fixating more on how wren never discouraged foxtrot from his riskier hobbies, like stealing and thrill-seeking. if anything, they seemed to encourage these habits. charlie worried foxtrot would end up getting hurt because of them.
foxtrot and wren’s relationship was a huge reason behind foxtrot and charlie’s halloween fight, actually. it especially underlined charlie’s dialogue here:
“You— you never want to spend time with us anymore… You used to talk to me more, even after you blocked me out. Now you only care about yourself and stealing and— and you don’t want to stay at the theater with us… We’re all together, and we’re safe, but that isn’t enough for you, is it? You really only care about Vic and I being safe, don’t you? You want something else. You want to go away someplace and never come back.”
really, charlie barely restrained herself from saying:
“Now you only care about yourself and stealing and— and Wren… You want to go away someplace with Wren and never come back.”
and then the fight spiraled, and foxtrot ran away, and everything came crashing down on charlie.
in the aftermath, experiencing the consequences of her actions, charlie felt a rather healthy dose of guilt. she still has a lot of maturing to do, but she gained some self-awareness about the harmfulness of her mindset, especially when she finally mustered the courage to discuss the incident with foxtrot. i never finished writing the drabble about their conversation after their reunion, but i still saved the portions i wrote so like agdgd here’s a rough snippet from it:
“I know you want me to stay,” Foxtrot said, quiet.
“I want you to be happy.” The words slipped out, and she knew they were honest, though she struggled to keep speaking. “So you can— you can do whatever makes you happiest, even if that means leaving. As long as you take care of yourself, yeah?” She took a breath. “And I, um… I know what happened doesn’t mean you can’t take care of yourself. You were in a bad spot, because we’d argued. It wasn’t your fault. So… I bet you’d be fine as long as we don’t argue again before you go.” Something cold twisted in her stomach. She faltered, and her gaze fell. “But I just… I don’t want to be alone. You and Vic have been the only ones who’ve stuck with me no matter what.”
“But things are different now. It’s not like when we were kids, when it was just us. You’ve got other people aside from us. Friends in the theater. Even if we were both gone, you wouldn’t be alone.”
“But I’m bad at telling if people are lying. And most of those people are actors as well, so I’m not sure if—” She broke off, her throat tight, and tried again. “What if they’re just acting? What if— what if they’re just pretending to like me?”
“They aren’t,” he said firmly.
“What if they get sick of me after a while, then? What if they decide I’m too loud, or annoying, or— or something else, and they leave?”
“I don’t think they will. And if they do, then they were rubbish friends to begin with, and you’ll find better ones. You’re good at making friends. Much better than me. You’ve given me advice on it. And you could always call us. We’d still be there for you, even if we’re not with you.” A pause. “But… it makes sense why you wouldn’t want us to split up.” A flicker of a smile crossed his face. “We have stuck together for a long time. Vic’s alright. Dunno how I’ve tolerated you so long, though.”
Humor laced his voice, and Charlie couldn’t help smiling. It was a relief to slip back into joking. “I’m positively delightful, actually. You’re lucky to be stuck with me. Dunno how I got stuck with you.”
Foxtrot gave a low hum of feigned discontent. Then, “See? You know you’re delightful.”
“… I guess.”
“So anyone would be lucky to have you as a friend.”
their conversation didn’t resolve all the tension between them, but charlie realized that if she valued his happiness, she needed to give him some space and trust he still cared about her. she apologized to him a lot as well. she is still a bit bitter, but she also witnessed firsthand that wren cares about foxtrot’s wellbeing as much as she does. she trusts that wren will make sure foxtrot is okay when he needs help and she isn’t there to support him herself.
at the same time… she saw wren’s anger when they snapped at her. she recognized how it mirrored her own anger in ways. she worries, sometimes, what will happen if they ever turn that anger against foxtrot. whether he would run away. whether he would shut down altogether. she hopes it will never happen, especially because she doubts he would reach out to her for support if it did. she knows how much their relationship means to foxtrot and how significant it is that he trusts wren. she doesn’t like to imagine how badly it would hurt foxtrot if he lost them.
Oh my god they were roommates ( Accepting ) || @magickedhat feat. Wren
Neff is equal parts the cool older sibling as much as she is the stressed older sibling LMAO
She gives them better and healthier options to properly express themself and is like "I am begging you to do any of these instead of going out there and causing chaos just for tonight"
Listens to any stories about the circus they're willing to tell, be it a good memory or a bad one. She wants both the lore and the tea.
MANY more funky conversations. It's their brand.
Will never force them to pursue an education or job, but will 100% help them try to find more hobbies and things of interest that could turn into them considering either option. She's knows it's tough out there in those streets so she'd rather help them find ways to make do with what they've got at a pace that works for them uwu She is NOT here to be a nagging mom whose actions aren't productive to either party. She wants her home to be a safe space not a stressful one.
Teaches them about the way she does her magic and talks with them about what it means for her to be a Dreamer. There's potential in them after all, so if there's any possibility they could end up in the same boat she wants them to be PREPARED.
❝ So your name's Wren too!? That's pretty cool!! ❞ Wren lets out a sheepish laugh, though his smile is completely bright all the while. ❝ I've actually never met another Wren before, so this is really exciting!! Ohh, maybe we could form a BAND?? We could be like... W2 or the Wrens!! ❞ Please do not form a band.
parsley had two quests that evening. first: to steal as many cherries as possible from partygoers’ drinks and treats. she already had a whole champagne glass stuffed with them, so she reckoned she was doing rather well so far. second: to find something within the shop. she was having less success with this.
enough drinks had emboldened her to drift from the main crowd for once and venture down a secluded hallway in her search. she had opened all the drawers and cupboards and ornate little boxes in that hallway, humming merrily all the while, but to no avail.
eventually, she found herself sat atop a dresser, her glimmering shoes tapping lightly against the drawers and her fluffy dress spread across her lap. the cherry-filled glass rested beside her. her eyes narrowed as she stared at a birdcage across from her in the hall. a mechanical bird perched within it, motionless.
at the sound of footsteps, she turned her head and greeted the other with an immediate, “hullo! i don’t suppose you’ve got any gloves, have you?”
the shoreline was far from the safest place to traverse, covered in uneven rocks slick with water. the tide carried treasures onto the sand and into the shallow tide-pools, though: sea glass, trinkets, sometimes crustacean-encrusted jewelry.
the moment she spotted someone navigating the shore, the lightkeeper assumed they’d ventured there seeking valuables. or maybe simply to explore; or perhaps someone had dared them. regardless of their reasoning, concern flared within meredith in a heartbeat. why couldn’t people stay safe?
“the rocks are slippery!” she called down to the other, hoping the wind would carry her voice. she tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear and pulled her coat tighter around herself, worry lining her expression. “best you come away from there.”
“ all i learned in this tedtalk was lies. i can’t believe they’d allow a hoax to present themself like that. “ she’s being rude and nobody can stop her.
