#wendyskies

[notwaldenpond]

where; Landonhill whom; Wendy @wendyskies

Wandering around Damocles' house and hoping that he'd be able to stop his friend from doing something truly and uniquely idiotic wasn't Walden's best idea, but at the moment it was sort of his only idea. Dam should count himself glad that Walden didn't show up with some fucking cassowaries and just trap him inside this place.

He hadn't done that, but he had definitely ruined several trees. His hands were bleeding and the poor goddamn trees were missing branches and chunks of their trunks, and Walden didn't care. Damocles wasn't the only one allowed to make dumb decisions here.

"What?" He snapped as he heard someone coming up the hill and towards him. "What the fuck do you want?"

When he turned and saw Wendy, part of the anger wilted. "Oh. It's you. The birds are at home."

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[savagekxds]

🜃 – —  closed starter for @wendyskies​ at the bonfire!

Normally Lorelei wouldn’t venture out to events like this, she would be so wrapped up in her work they would often pass her by. But the nature of the event (and her best friend) had meant she’d actually been dragged out of her lab for once. The whole wizarding world seemed to be partaking in the celebrations in one form or another. She’d momentarily lost sight of Wendy when they’d arrived at the bonfire, and had taken up somewhat of an awkward, lonely position on the outskirts of the crowd when someone brushed against her. “Merde!” she hissed softly in surprise, glancing over to see Wendy now standing beside her. “Where did you go? You better gone to have get us drinks,” she asked, a teasing smile twising onto her face, “I thought I’d lost you, was worried I’d spent the whole night standing awkwardly over here by myself.”

[finnegan-again]

Send 💛 for a friendship headcanon I have for our muses : wendy

Patrick once tried to teach her slight of hand, and then discovered she's much better at it than him. Now he likes to needle her into teaching him her tricks.

@wendyskies

[finnegan-again]

patrick & wendy

@wendyskies

[notwaldenpond]

📝+ wendy

Patrick; “Love that woman. Platonically obviously calm down, Fletch.”

Laure; “It is weird seeing her here, too. Shouldn’t she be with the Flemels? As long as she is still nice to René I do not mind that she is here.”

Beryl; “Anyone who loves Peter is fine by me. He could use more people in his corner.”

[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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