#thread; wren

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@escapedartgeek | title; when did you last eat? (Wren & Zora) | cont. from here

     Wren watched them, green eyes narrowed slightly. After a careful scrutiny in which she figured yeah that tracks, she smiled. “That won’t do. You need something.”

     Turning her head slightly, she scanned the street. Spying a couple restaurants, a cafe, and a food truck, there was no shortage of options. “Let me get something for you. My treat. Can’t have you getting ill or weak because you were too caught up in some project or another.” Her daughter was much the same way, always needing a reminder to eat when she got so absorbed in her art. “What are you in the mood for? I know the food truck has delicious street tacos.”

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@thexforgottenxones​ | verse; untitled | title; collision (Wren & Astrid)

     “Thirty minutes!” she called to her son. The blond adolescent didn’t even look back, waving a hand vaguely as he joined the rest of his teenaged friends. “We’re going to eat then! We’ll meet at the van!” Wren had her reservations, allowing her fifteen year old to hang-out with the older boys, but Billy had a sensible head on his shoulders. Thank the gods he took after her in that regard. He’d steer clear of trouble, but she was a parent--the worry was still potent.

     As the kids walked off, disappearing into the crowds at the flea market, Wren turned. She hoisted the canvas bag higher on her shoulder, hazel eyes following her son’s path until she could see him no longer. So distracted was she, that she didn’t see the woman until too late.

     The collison made Wren stumble. She nearly lost her footing, reaching out to grab the woman’s arm and a nearby vendor’s table to keep herself from going down. Her strong grip probably helped the other from falling too.

      “Oh, beg pardon,” she said in a rush. “Are you all right? I’m so sorry.” 

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@escapedartgeek​ sent: ❝ you weren’t supposed to see any of this. ❞    - Wren Ashley

     “Well,” Wren said, one hand on her hip as her green eyes swept the immediate area, “I saw it and there’s nothing short of a very iffy mind-wipe spell that’ll make me unsee it.” A smile formed on her lips as her gaze returned to them. “I’ve seen worse, believe me.”

     And it was true she had. As a witch and High Priestess, Wren had encountered a plethora of odd events, some magical and supernatural and others not. There wasn’t much that could genuinely surprise or faze her. This was just another to add to her tally. 

     She wished it wasn’t, but… there it was.

    “If it’s a matter of being discreet, I can assure you of my silence. I won’t tell a soul.”   

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@extraordinaryroses​ sent: 💬 ( wren for denise? ) send me 💬, and i’ll use a line from a sentence meme i’ve reblogged to make a starter for you. || accepting

     “I’m a witch.”

     Wren leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs. She folded her hands in her lap, watching the young woman. She wore a soft smile, waiting for the questions she knew would come. But first—

     “Do you have it on?” she asked, to be certain that she was indeed filming this interview. “Are we ready to begin?”

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@rebelw1thacause​ | title; I know what you’re thinking (Wren & Jasmine) | from a starter call

     “I know what you’re thinking,” Wren began. Of course, she didn’t mean it in a literal sense, though there were murmurs being projected at her. The telepath blocked them out, smiled, and tried again.

     “I know what you’re thinking—’ how is this woman going to help me? ’ Well, it’s simple.” Her smile grew. “Can I buy you a coffee? Or tea? Beverage of choice?”

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@kennedybtvs​​ sent: " see, normally people run AWAY from danger... who are you, again? other than the craziest person i've ever met. " for wren

     Crazy? Well, she preferred to think of it as bold. And helpful. 

     As the demon rose up on its back legs, Wren second-guessed that. Maybe it was a bit crazy, but entirely necessary. She didn’t answer the young woman, but she began to speak, directing her attention to the threat before them. If they were lucky, if the spell held, she’d explain everything after.

     Eyes locked on the creature, Wren thrust out her hands. Her magic was a dark blue, so dark it seemed black. Dark strands of her hair lifted away from her face from the power. As she intoned the old Latin words, her power formed snake-light ribbons, lightening until they turned the blue of a robin’s egg. Like whips they shot out, entwining about the creature. It bound its limbs, held it immobile. It would hold, just so long as she—

      “Move!” Wren shouted to her. “Fast! You have to finish it off!”

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@eternaldreamers​ / @unwrittenstories​ sent:  “I realise you don’t know me, but please help me, I think I’m going to pass out.” (For Wren from Jinho)

     One look at him and Wren could tell something was wrong. His mind was… foggy. While she wasn’t trying to read his thoughts, there was always something of it active in her, sometimes prodding where she didn’t want to prod. She moved into action before the words even left his mouth.

     “Easy,” she said, supporting him with a firm, strong arm about the torso. “Let’s find a chair. Sit somewhere, all right?” Spotting a bench nearby, she led him to it. “All right, we’re sitting. Head down, between your knees. Deep breaths.”

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@rebelw1thacause​ sent: “Do I know you?” (to whichever character you have the muse for)

     Wren took a minute to look the young woman over. She didn’t look familiar. When she poked at her mind, viewing just the surface thoughts, she found that she really thought her quite familiar.  

     She smiled kindly. “I don’t think so. I’m Wren, and you are...?”