#w.declan

[containatrocity]

"Ah, nah, we got this one covered, Little Red- head out, have some fun, Sissy and I are gonna hang out here for a bit, maybe carve some pumpkins. If we see your dad headed your way-"

"Just start screaming. a task you are uniquely prepared for- metalcore, kaiju movie, disappointed japanese father- you got options, Slenderman." Cyan laughs and rolls his eyes, bending and pulling Wren into a tight hug, Wren parting to hug Sissy all the same before departing the duo. It's while she's eating a piece of pumpkin pie, sat on the end of a picnic table that she spots a familiar face not currently invested in running interference against her father seeing her dressed- like this. "Hey Declan!" She greets, sitting her empty plate aside and wiping the corner of her mouth with a thumb before waving him over. "You havin' fun tonight?" She's enjoying the freedom, distracted only for a moment to clear pie crust crumbs from between her boobs. "Ugh. that's annoying."

@ambercast

[containatrocity]

💭 wren and declan

"There's a version of me that's not so fucked up from spending my whole life as somebody's keeper that doesn't cling so hard to the hope that someday, I'll be able to put all the weight down and be somebody on my own. Maybe she's a little braver about the fact she thinks you're handsome- less aware that I'm Mallard Romero's daughter and that means I'm predisposed to cheap hookups and pretending I don't ache for some fairytale ending. Maybe she's got the bones to tell you she thinks you're handsome and see where that goes. This version of me wants you to be kind to yourself, though- you're some of the best of all of us- According to G, you always were. We all might die tomorrow- I'd like to face that risk knowing you're not afraid to let people love you the way you love everybody."

[containatrocity]

"HAVE AT YOU!" There's a 'biff' sound, as Wren squawks, head smacked with the end of a pool noodle before she picks up a rubber band from the floor, pinging it at Cyan's face with enough skill that it plinks him in the eye, sending the man sprawling and dropping his 'weapon.' "Fuck! I'm hit! Go on without me!- Pass me a bottle too-" She laughs, grabbing a bottle of beer from the table and lowering it to the floor, Cyan's tattooed hand over one eye and the other dumping his drink into his mouth.

"Fucking dork." She snorts, moving away from the fray to grab something to snack on. She smiles, as she spots Declan near the kitchen, pulling him into a good-natured side hug and setting a kiss on his temple. "Hey big fella, you havin' fun?" She questions- she's been busy all night- the woman of the hour, after all- and it's not every day there's a party this big at the Romero place- fortified against any and all sorts of external chaos, it's a rarity she gets to let loose at home. But, she only turns 20 the once. "Ended up havin' a lot more people in than I thought. Maybe lettin' folk have a plus-one was a bad idea, I dunno where all'a us are gonna crash tonight."

@ambercast