#wesley;starters

[haunted-wesley]

“I don’t know what that is, and it sounds kind of illegal so I don’t think I want to know. Just, here-” he paused, scrawling the titles of a few books onto a scrap of paper, before sliding it across the library’s worn countertop. “These should be enough to get you started on your journey to a life of crime, and possibly death, if I’m honest...”

[ambsisnauseous]

STARTER. Wesley

As an adult, Wesley had a tendency to avoid his fellow Isle inhabitants. He’d grown up with only Gothel and four other children as his companions, and had only escaped from her overbearing clutches a few short years ago- he was utterly thrilled to live in the relative safety of Auradon, and that was not a sentiment many of his peers shared. But for whatever reason, though he had been given no reason to, he found himself fearing the people of Auradon more. Probably a combination of Gothel’s conditioning and his general fear of the unknown, but Wesley was only truly comfortable when he was alone. So he was wildly out of his element when someone came up to him, inviting him to a ‘Friendsgiving’? Which he thought were for freinds, and not total strangers?

“Oh, um, no thank you? I have... Plans. To do laundry. and study. But, thanks, I guess?”