#wendy.1

[beryl-roll]

where; fight night whom; wendy @wendyskies​

Beryl had to admit, part of him hadn’t quite believed that Wendy wasn’t at least partially a figment of blood-loss imagination. He knew she was real enough, Peter talked about her occasionally, but he’d rather hoped they could’ve met somewhere less... an active ground zero. Seeing her here was a delightful surprise.

“Ah! Wendy Darling!” He said, smiling as he handed her a drink. “I will admit, it’s nice to see you without one of us bleeding. You ran off after that one fight, is the man you went to alright?”

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[finnegan-again]

where; wendy’s shop who; wendy @wendyskies​​

Patrick had to admit, He didn’t know all that much about the intricacies of magic. He had known enough to get himself through school and then enough to get by when he needed it. There was just no sense to him learning it when he never planned on using it. The normal way of things suited him just fine.

All the same, he definitely loved watching whatever the fuck it was Wendy did for a living. It seemed like magic in a way that nothing else did, like the type of thing he’d pictured from old bedtime stories.

“But what’s the purpose of all of it?” He asked, enthralled.

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