Frosted Over

@wren-frost

I'm Wren. 19. I play the violin and cook. I'm a little fluffy creature. (RP Bio only)

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Weak || Open

It had been a long, dragging day as Brendon continued to stroll his way back to his apartment. Hands in his pockets while he played with his keys in one. He had been feeling odd the whole day and he wasn’t sure if he was staring to get sick or whatever else was going on. He took a moment to glance at the ground and then quickly back up ahead. As soon as he did that, though, his head began to throb and he had to stop for a moment. A sense of fear flushed over him after that and he suddenly knew what was happening. He made sure to direct himself to lean against one of the brick buildings he was about to pass, so he wouldn’t fall on the pavement.

He was starting to go through a flashback in front of God and everyone and he couldn’t stop it. When he couldn’t see anything, he began to breathe heavily, but tried to keep himself quiet. Brendon tried to hold himself up as long as he could, but when he heard footsteps drawing closer to him, he dropped to his knees and was starting to hurt all over. This wasn’t happening.

Wren yawned, pushing his hair over his shoulder. He was tired. Walking around town in search of something, he couldn't even remember what now, and now he was tired. Walking down the main street, he watched some of the people around him, wondering if, at the very least, he would run into a familiar face so that this whole endeavor wouldn't be worthless.

He finally found a familiar face as he left the majority of the crowd behind, and knew instantly that it wasn't going to be an immediately happy chat. He darted over to Brendon as the man fell to his knees and knelt beside him, hands hovering for a few seconds before he closed his eyes, calming himself. He had to not panic if he was going to help Brendon at all.

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sharks in the sink // benji & wren

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'Yeah. Good for lining plantpots,' Benji shrugged, nodding towards a window just above the sink that looked out onto a fairly small, though pleasant looking, garden. The sky was starting to turn grey, clouds dense with future rain, and his brow creased momentarily at the turn in the weather.

He smiled again at Wren’s agreement, offering him one of the bowls of ice cream. Leaning against the countertop, he began to eat his own- slowly, in an attempt to avoid brain freeze. He was perfectly content to just stand in that warm silence with ice cream.

Wren thought about that. "You know, I never thought of that... But yeah, that would be a great use for them. They're good for covering books while you're outside." He turned to look at the garden and then frowned lightly at the clouds. "It's getting dark early..."

He happily took the bowl of ice cream and started eating, just as slowly as Benji. He hated brainfreeze. He smiled to Benji. "Thank you." He remembered his manners after a moment, and then sank into the soothing silence, not bothered by the lack of conversation. No, it wasn't silent even without them talking, he could hear Benji breathing.

I haven’t slept properly in weeks and my back aches constantly. Not to mention that I have to go to the bathroom every twenty minutes so no, I’m not alright.

Ah... Is there..anything I can do?

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sharks in the sink // benji & wren

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Benji laughed softly along with Wren, taking the things handed to him until everything was stowed away. He gathered the plastic bags that had been left, scrunched them up, and stuffed them in a drawer. Shrugging a little, he offered an explanation in, ‘You never know when you’re gonna need a plastic bag. They’re useful, and since they don’t recycle ‘em yet- or, well, they don’t recycle them if you don’t take them to a specific place.’

'Yeah, both good morals,' he chuckled, humming as he went around gathering bowls and spoons- just assuming Wren wanted ice cream too, really. If he didn't, well, Benji could happily eat for the both of them.

Wren smiled and glanced at the bags, before shrugging. "That's okay." He smiled at Benji warmly, not phased at all. "I keep the bags, too. They're useful a lot, surprisingly." He giggled.

"Yup!" He followed Benji around again, quite happy to be included. He liked ice cream well enough, and it was wonderful that Benji had at least included him.

Oh. Wren. Hey, uh, it’s okay. I’m just a bit jumpy.

Are you alright, Mya?

#Mya #^.^#Thankies

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sharks in the sink // benji & wren

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Benji chuckled, miming to tap Wren’s nose with a little grin. ‘Boop.’ He laughed again, shaking his head at Wren’s dancing as he packed things away. It was quite odd, really, how much he’d cheered up in just the time that had passed- from the saddest he’d ever seen the boy to dancing around in the kitchen. ‘Yeah, meow.’

He grinned, taking the stuff from Wren as they packed, although he left the ice cream he’d bought to one side, intending on eating it after he was done packing. ‘I don’t think that’s the entire moral- then I don’t think mine is, either.’ He shrugged dismissively, moving onto packing away cans now.

Wren laughed and then he simply followed Benji around. He looked completely happy, and was genuinely cheered, but there was still a bit of sadness lurking in his eyes. He wasn't hiding it, he was simply ignoring it.

He laughed again, handing Benji various things, taking time to examine some of them before shrugging. "They're both good morals, right? So it works."

#Benji #I ish sowwie!

In The End - Open

Olcsealgaire took a bit to fold himself into the car, the brace on his right knee was heavy and annoying. The frustration and pain marred his face until he was in and closed the door. Once Wren was in the car he finally spoke his voice quiet with the torment he was in, “that makes sense why you do not then. Thank you.” His eyes were looking out the windscreen at nothing as the sadness crept back in them since the physical had been subdued for now.

Wren didn't mind Olcsealgaire taking some time to fold himself into the admittedly small car. He nodded lightly. "Yeah..." He started the car, automatically turning the radio down, so that his music wouldn't bother Olcsealgaire.

Hello? Who’s there?

Oh, i-it's me, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you....

#Mya #-Worst rper ever-

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sharks in the sink // benji & wren

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'Yeah, see- it's not all E equals MC squared. You get to the quantum stuff, that's when it gets weird and interesting.' Benji shrugged, sticking his tongue out a little at Wren. 'That's me! You should draw on cat whiskers,' he joked, smiling broadly, motioning whiskers on his cheeks.

'Mmkay, I'll trust you're not tricking me,' he rolled his eyes, nudging Wren playfully as he went about gathering out the frozen goods (including the ice-cream and the sorbet) and the refrigerated ones first, placing them in the appropriate chilled storage. 'Oh wow. That story was wild from start to finish,' he smiled, blinking a couple of times. 'Be careful with your hair, I guess is the moral…?'

"So cooool!" Wren danced happily, grinning. He laughed. "And paint my nose black." He wrinkled his nose. "Meow." He grinned after, giggling.

"Good, good!" He danced around the kitchen, moving to hand Benji some of the items. "Right?" He shook his head lightly and grinned. "That could be the moral. I took it as 'don't make plans'."

In The End - Open

The pain on Olcsealgaire’s face grew the more he moved himself along on his crutches, this was physical pain. ”But what Wren?” He was close to the car and stood by the passenger door trying to catch his breath and ignore the pain. ”I am glad of that, the idea of going back up the hill right now…”

"But she was Robin's too. I don't drive her much." He moved to the driver's door and unlocked the car before going around to open Olcsealgaire's, out of niceness than trying to be helpful. "Yeah..."

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sharks in the sink // benji & wren

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'Uh huh. It's actually really interesting, like… One atom can affect another across the entire universe in one theorem. Oh, and atoms can travel through walls in some tests, and time travel is technically possible-’ Benji spoke as he walked, half of it getting lost in the air behind him. ‘Cheshire Cat’s pretty contradictory,’ he said, dumping his carrier bags on the kitchen table and grinning at Wren as he moved past to get the last carrier bags and lock the car.

'And how am I supposed to know you're not tricking me with that?’ he countered once he returned, eyes twinkling with humour as he plopped the last few bags in any available space and started to unpack. ‘Mhm? What happened then?’

Wren listened, his eyes widening a little. "Really? That's really interesting." He was genuinely surprised and intrigued. He laughed. "Benji in Underland, I'll be Ches." He smiled happily and put down the bags he'd carried. He followed Benji out more to continue talking than anything.

"Uh... Trust that I'm not? That I probably wouldn't be able to trick you because I'm forgetful?" He laughed and then he hovered, wanting to help. "Well, we ate, then my hair caught fire and Robin dumped his soda on me to put it out and I wanted to go home."

In The End - Open

"I have been have I not? I guess that is a good enough reason." Olcsealgaire was clearly in pain gimping up the beach on his crutches but his eyes still were the sadness his heart was berating him with. "I did not know you had gotten one finally." The relief in his voice was profound as he looked at the sky and at the car. There were not many around as most were inside hiding from the impending rain.

"Yeah, you have been." He smiled gently and shook his head. "I've had her for a while, but..." But she was the one he'd had with Robin, so the times in which he didn't mind driving where often few and far between. "And she's a good car."

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sharks in the sink // benji & wren

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'It's not too bad once you've got the hang of it,' Benji smiled, unbuckling his seatbelt and climbing out to open the boot. 'I guess you're right,' he said, his voice slightly raised so that it would still travel to Wren. 'You really are, sometimes.'

'You could be saying that to trick me,' he pointed out, chuckling and raising his eyebrows. 'They do..? You have some examples?' He grinned as he gathered together as many carrier bags as he could carry inside, though he struggled a little at unlocking the door.

Wren shrugged. "Never tried. Not really interested, I think." He then got out of the car, all but dancing in place, giggling. "Yay, I'm right!" He smirked over to Benji. "Of course I am. Being contradictory is fun. And hard. And annoying. But me."

"I could, but I'm not~" He sang and followed, grabbing some of the bags as well. "Yeah, see, when Robin and I went to the beach, I had this whole thing about building a sandcastle, and instead, we made a little fire on one of the grills and ate, because Robin was hungry..."

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Oh, Wren, thank god you’re here. Have you seen my cat? About this big, orange hair, has a weird eye that freaks people out?

Uh, no, but I can help you look. Did he, or she, get out? And from...where?

#Andrew #Hi hi hi #I'm sorry

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sharks in the sink // benji & wren

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'It's not that great,' Benji chuckled, shaking his head. 'It's not like I do anything with it, assuming you mean my educational achievements.' He smiled, humming as he turned onto the familiar street of houses.

'Uh huh. That was fairly contradictory, you know,’ He raised an eyebrow, casting Wren a brief look as he pulled up at his home, exhaling heavily once he had- out of habit rather than anything else- before he looked at Wren with an eyebrow still raised. ‘Yeah, you. I wouldn’t put it past you, sometimes.’

"It really is. Physics is haaaard." He smiled at Benji and then shook his head. "You don't have to do anything, it's just great anyway." He giggled.

"So am I!" Wren grinned at Benji and then he laughed. "My plans always fall apart, so I don't usually make them." He nodded. "Besides, the best-laid plans fall apart with a single word."

"You too," Nick said, shaking his hand. "You warm or somethin’?" he asked, gesturing to Wren’s flushed face.

Wren ducked his head. "No, sorry...Just, ah, embarrassed?"

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sharks in the sink // benji & wren

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'I have an A level in both physics and philosophy, I have enough brains to know when to stop arguing with you,' Benji laughed softly, nodding and glancing over at Wren, sparing a hand for just a moment to give him a nudge. 'Honest. Hey, but don't go out of your way, y'know? I don't want to be a problem.'

'This is why you're my favourite. Warm food. Like, will your kindness ever end? … although 'I know where you live' could sound a little creepy,' He shook his head, smiling. 'Yeah. Then you'll be his favourite, too, and he'll follow you home. I know what you're up to, you don't fool me,' he teased, tapping his fingers on the wheel as he drove. 'Uh huh. Well, I guess that's enough to pay for a pot.'

"That's epic!" Wren cheered and then he smiled. He was genuinely delighted by the compliment and then he smiled again. "You're not a problem at all, Benji."

"Noope, never. Well, I guess it could, but I'm not the type to be a stalker. I like your house." Wren giggled and then he blinked innocently at Benji. "What, meeee? Planning something? Never." He laughed. "Good, good."

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