Wren Evenfall

@wrenevenfall

26 / 293 | Unclaimed | Fae | Healer [Krovs Castle RPG]

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@krovsxskye

As much as Wren hated to admit it, entertaining the idea that not all vampires were inherently bad purely because of their species had some upsides. Very little, but some. After the latest bout of magic to take over the castle had presented everyone with a vision of the possible future, Wren had been forced to consider that it wasn’t vampires as a whole that were to blame for the enslavement of so many species. After all, witches had not been much more progressive.

Still, the Fae remained cautious. But allowing himself to be fractionally less guarded around some, meant that he got to spend more time in the greenhouse. Befriending a vampire who’s only real interest —for now— seemed to be Wren’s talent for herbal remedies. Left to his own devices for a few hours, Wren had spent a while reading up on this particular concoction before he started to collect up clippings of certain plants and roots he would need, when he heard someone else enter. His rental was almost up, but it wasn’t the same vampire that came to take him back. “I was just leaving.”

He’d had his fill of breakfast, feeling significantly better than he had been earlier, and managed to get quite a bit of his work done which allowed for him to have some free time. To say Skye was a workaholic was a bit of an understatement, but even he enjoyed being able to walk outside freely, despite the sun’s rays. He didn’t feel so stuffy compared to being in the castle and it gave him space from prying eyes and ears. Plus with all of his “brothers” and “father” in the mix, he didn’t want to be found at all as much as he could.

With a book in hand and no particular destination in mind, he wandered the halls, nose in the pages as he ignored those passing by. He’d somehow managed to make it to the greenhouse, pausing to draw his face towards the flower petals to take in their scent. It was nice, such delicate things being tamed by— not so delicate things. Just like the rest of the world. Skye hadn’t necessarily believed in the system and all that it entailed, but at least for now— war was not waging. He’d been tired and old of such things. There was a voice that spoke up, drawing his golden hues towards the fae— and there’s a small hesitant pause. Almost a worry that he’d intruded on something, and because he’d accidentally— well….vampires and fae had a history, and so had Skye. His throat clears, again a pause. “No— you are quite alright. If anything, I am intruding on your time. I will just—“ words nearly fumbling at the situation he found himself in.

Wren shoulders lifted and fell. “I’m just working on a project for someone, I wouldn’t call it my time per say,” He answered somewhat absently. If nothing else these tasks were a welcome distraction from all that was currently whirling about in his mind with Medhi and Faust. Along with the constant pondering of whether the future everyone saw would come to light, or not. Despite the greenhouse lacking the same quality of ingredients as that found in the Fae Realm —and the snow beyond the panes of glass a bleak contrast to the vibrant beauty of his homeland— the tasks on their own could at the very least bring Wren some welcomed nostalgia. “I think my rental is almost up, if you wanted the greenhouse to yourself.” The Fae added, lifting his gaze properly to the other man now. “I’ve never seen you here before.” Wren added as an afterthought, though he could assume the vampire likely wouldn’t care for his observations.

#skyler #(mobile.)

@krovsxskye

As much as Wren hated to admit it, entertaining the idea that not all vampires were inherently bad purely because of their species had some upsides. Very little, but some. After the latest bout of magic to take over the castle had presented everyone with a vision of the possible future, Wren had been forced to consider that it wasn’t vampires as a whole that were to blame for the enslavement of so many species. After all, witches had not been much more progressive.

Still, the Fae remained cautious. But allowing himself to be fractionally less guarded around some, meant that he got to spend more time in the greenhouse. Befriending a vampire who’s only real interest —for now— seemed to be Wren’s talent for herbal remedies. Left to his own devices for a few hours, Wren had spent a while reading up on this particular concoction before he started to collect up clippings of certain plants and roots he would need, when he heard someone else enter. His rental was almost up, but it wasn’t the same vampire that came to take him back. “I was just leaving.”

#skyler #(hope this works!)

Now that he’d been given the chance to handle some of the more personal affairs he had waiting for him upon his return to the castle, Hadrian was finally getting to settle into his new role. Standing at the window that looked out upon the courtyard of the castle, a view of the mountains in the distance - he had an iPad in hand. Clucking his tongue against the inside of his cheek, he was making mental notes of as many faces as he could, trying to commit as much to memory as possible. It would make things easier in the long run.

He also knew he didn’t have a terrible amount of time. A slave was being brought up, he wasn’t briefed on the ‘why’ as of yet and decided on letting the slave tell his side of the story before he got the official complaint passed to him. Glancing to the side, he took stock of the playroom adjacent to his office and made sure to close the door leading to it before the slave had a chance to get spooked.

Just as the lock clicked into place, he heard a knock of his office door. “Bring him in!” He called as he moved to sit down at his desk. He lit a cigarette as soon as the door opened.

@krovscastlestarters

After the incident, where all inhabitants of the castle were forced into a spell-induced vision of the future— or at least, a vision of many possible futures— slaves seemed to be getting pulled up to the Enforcer more and more frequently. It seemed as though the vampires were a little sensitive about their loss of power in the future and while it may have not been one that would come to pass, Wren had noticed how intent they seemed to be on proving their superiority over the other species they had enslaved. In Wren’s opinion, it all seemed like a measuring contest.

Wren was sent to the office, he wasn’t sure why. Despite being at the castle since it’s formation Wren hadn’t learnt to control his tongue when dealing with vampires, and it often got him into trouble. Truly, it could have been any number of incidents that led him here. The guards brought him inside and Wren looked at the unfamiliar figure poised behind the desk.

“I’m not sure why I’m here exactly.”

wrenevenfall:

“What do you mean?” Wren asked quietly, suddenly very fearful as the door swung shut behind them and he was pushed against the closest wall, losing the basket and it’s contents between them again. Wren’s eyes grew wider still as Faust’s eyes turned blood red in front of him, and he bared his fangs. A sight that was a day-to-day occurrence for a normal Wren. There wasn’t a day when a vampire didn’t try to sink their fangs into him and not a day when he didn’t try to elbow them in the face for it, until now. Now his body felt frozen to the spot with fear. “I-I need to go home now.” Finding his movement, he ducked under Faust’s arm to try and get away from him, losing the red cloak from around his neck as he ran behind the bails of straw.

Faust let out a rather uncharacteristic howl as Wren slipped from his grasp, turning with a hunger in the direction he’d disappeared. His hands clutched at the fabric of Wren’s cape, bringing it up to his nose as he took a long inhale. “It’s rude to run away, sweetheart. And just when we were getting somewhere,” he called out in a sing-song voice.

As soon as Wren rounded the corner to hide behind the stacks of hay bales, the spell seemed to run its course and within an instant, Wren was back to his usual self and wondering why an earth he was wearing a skirt in the middle of a barn. He stood up, brushing off the stray strands of hay from his clothes, apparently completely unfazed by the predatory look Faust was giving him as he stalked towards him. “What are those?” He gave a pointed look at the lopsided, furry ears on Faust’s head. “I really hope this is magic because we are definitely not here yet.” Wren made a motion at them both in their ridiculous outfit choices, narrowing his eyes slightly at Faust’s glowing red eyes, “And you can put those away too.” If he was going to get in trouble for this little escapade away from the Undercroft out of hours then he was going to be grumpy about it.

#Faust #((bossy pants))

wrenevenfall:

Wren’s mind was flooded with Faust’s thoughts the moment the collar slipped from his neck, and colour rose up his cheeks all the way to his ears, forcing him to release a shaking breath at the wave of arousal it caused. A reaction he certainly did not usually reserve for vampires of all things. Admittedly, allowing a vampire to pin both his hands above his head and sink his fangs into his throat was probably one of the dumbest decisions Wren had ever made, but still all he could think about was that it was time where he was missing out on kissing Faust.

Still, he tried not to tense up, instead letting his fingers sink into the back of Faust’s hair where he usually would have been reaching for something to smash into a vampires head. His eyes fluttered shut, heart beating far harder, “Faust,” He moaned quietly after a moment, a sound of need as he pushed at the other mans chest, “Enough.” He demanded, however softened by Wren’s nimble fingers slipping between them and starting to unbutton Faust’s shirt.

The vampire moaned softly as he fed, the taste of fae blood new despite his former years as vampire– and just as dangerous as he’d been warned. It had been easy to drown in the moment, reveling in the addicting nature of the blood. He was pulled from his own thoughts at the sound of his name though, eyes blinking blearily as he pulled back just enough to run his tongue along the puncture marks, cleaning any lingering streaks of blood. Wren’s pulse hadn’t felt dangerously weak, but he also knew he hadn’t been focusing quite as closely as he should have.

“You okay?” His voice was soft, almost a mumbled as he pressed a kiss to the fae’s throat. His mind was still lingering on the urge to feed, but it was a faint pull now. He inhaled, taking in the scent of Wren as he finally noted Wren unbuttoning his shirt. “Mm.. You sure you want to do that?”

“I’m fine,” Wren breathed. He hadn’t been struggling to hold onto his consciousness, but it selfishly took him away from kissing Faust, which the spell was demanding with some urgency right now. He shivered as Faust’s tongue soothed the puncture marks in his throat, “Why not?” He asked softly in-between stealing soft, lingering kisses. Usually, Wren definitely would not have been so forward—given that in this timeline he and Faust were only just beginning to build a familiarity— and while ridding Faust of all his clothes seemed like a welcome distraction from everything that was going on, it seemed to dawn on Wren that something wasn’t quite right. He drew himself back from Faust’s lips, fingers stilling against his shirt buttons, “Maybe… maybe we should stop.” Wren sat up, the motion forcing Faust to do the same. His cheeks felt very heated from Faust’s attentions, “I’m sorry. You’re… very distracting.” Wren murmured with rare shy smile, his eyes briefly flickering down to Faust’s lips, “But… this is a spell. And— we don’t know each other that well. Even if it feels like we do.”

Continued from here.

“Wren?” Finn replied, recognizing the faerie he’d met downstairs when he’d first been mistakenly unclaimed last year. “What are you––” He instantly tensed at the physical contact before relaxing and letting the other lead him. Right, he remembered Wren mentioning that he’d been a healer for the royal family in the Faerie Realm. He sat down, gritting his teeth in a grimace and making a pained sound from the movement causing a ripple effect of pain all up and down his back. “Some spell,” he answered. “The scars from my punishment…they just ripped open again.” He tried to help Wren get his shirt off, his back the absolute worst of it with every inch covered in deep lacerations from the flogging he’d received months ago.

@wrenevenfall

Wren’s brow furrowed as he removed the fabric, eyes wandering over the deep lacerations that seemed to be continually bleeding. Wren took out all the bandages he had fashioned from his pockets, using them to try and stop some of the bleeding, but they quickly soaked through. “We need to take you to the hospital wing.” He urged, “I don’t have what I need to heal you properly.” Wren’s voice was apologetic, but he looped his arm into Finn’s, “Come on, I’ll help you.”

#Finn: red scars

1000 words | wren & medhi

All the words came tumbling out of his mouth before he could over think it or second guess himself. He was stunned once he finally stopped speaking, having said more than the fae would ever be comfortable with normally. Whoever cast this spell might be getting their ass kicked later if he found out who did it. Now he had to look at Wren’s stunned expression and hope that he wouldn’t run away.

The silence felt like it dragged on for forever and his gaze dropped, unable to meet Wren’s eyes. It was only when the other fae stood that he could drag his eyes up again. Although it might have been one of many possible futures, it was the one they saw. He couldn’t tell Wren that it wouldn’t happen again because he would always stand in front of him and protect him. “Wren…” he started but the words were cut off as he kept talking. It was true, Medhi always thought it was his purpose to die. To die for his kingdom, to die for his brother, to die for Wren. It was ingrained into him when he was young and he’d never shaken that feeling.

“I wouldn’t be gone from your life, I’d just stand on the sidelines for someone else,” he murmured, knowing it wasn’t what Wren wanted to hear. “I’ve lost everything I cared about, everything I was meant to protect. I can’t lose you too. I’d die a hundred times over if it meant that you survived and kept living. I can’t live without knowing you’re okay.

for: @wrenevenfall cont from here

“Would this someone else be Faust?” Wren asked, though he didn’t let Medhi answer. “All I am to Faust is someone who helped his coven during the war, that’s it. A vision of somebody he could possibly love in one timeline. If you had even bothered to look around you, you might have noticed that—“ Wren paused, unable to bring himself to admit to Medhi what Faust was in this timeline. Because that meant he would have to admit to how his reunion with him had gone, and Wren wasn’t sure how to feel or what to think of it right now. He didn’t know how to process possibly feeling something for him, whatever that something was, when he was so certain of what he felt for Medhi.

“My life isn’t yours to decide, Medhi. I should be allowed to decide for myself, without you burying my feelings in the ground because you’re too scared to lose again.” Wren’s jaw tensed, “Fine… fill your time with vampires and whatever the hell else you’ve been doing to avoid me. But we were happy in those few hundred years before you died, really happy, and when you were gone I felt like he had ripped my heart out too. Because without you there was just nothingness, a void of loneliness without you in my life that made me feel like everything in my life was pointless. But I would have gone through it again if it meant one more day with you.” Wren got it off his chest and swallowed, shoving his book into Medhi’s chest to end the scene he’d caused in the Undercroft, “I’m going to sleep. Go stand on the sidelines somewhere else.”

#Medhi: 1000 words #((he’s not salty at all))

wrenevenfall:

“Well… people seem to be leaving me alone a little more in this form, so I can’t say I mind it.” Wren admitted, “Though I am a little disappointed I can’t take full advantage and have my hair braided and a new wardrobe.” Wren added, very seriously, before standing up. “Thank you.” She breathed a sigh of relief and followed Kaden from the Undercroft. “So, did Lucien freak out when it happened?” Wren asked, sincerely hoping for a yes.

Originally posted by demelza

“You poor dear,” Kaden snorted, smirking back at Wren. “I can’t promise a new wardrobe, but I s’ppose we can braid each other’s hair if you’re really that desperate.” He raised a daughter with his wife back home; he prided himself on his hair braiding skills. He led Wren down the halls towards Lucien’s suite, sure that his master had definitely locked himself away in his lab to avoid the rest of Spring Mischief. “Oh, he came outta his lab, saw these…” Kaden turned, laughing and cupping his breasts real quick to show Wren, “And immediately hightailed it back in there. So you betcha.” He ushered the fae inside the suite, still snickering to himself as he remembered the encounter. “Want a drink or anythin’ to eat?”

“Would I really be Fae if I turned down the opportunity for mutual braiding?” Wren asked with a slow smile, then gave a soft laugh at the mental image of Lucien scuttling away from Kaden’s now rather feminine attributes. “I would never turn down the luxuries you have up here, Kaden. You know that.” She teased and settled into he closest seat. Honestly, Wren was just glad to be away from the Undercroft and to be distracted from his thoughts. “So, anything else happen to you over the past few days?”

#kaden: rule 63

wrenevenfall:

Wren rolled his eyes as his seat was turned back towards Hunter. “Like what, Hunter? Don’t you get bored of it all? Making these threats, most of the time to powerless slaves, people with no access to their true powers, who are trapped in the confines of one castle with nothing to their name.” Wren leant in, “I think you just enjoy the kick of being with someone powerless because you know in the real world, an itty bitty baby vampire like yourself doesn’t real stand up to much else.” Wren whispered with a soft smile, “Maybe you should find another way to fill whatever void made you like this in the first place?“ Wren suggested, leaning back to take hold of his wine.

The other’s words clearly struck some kind of chord within Hunter because he was suddenly incredibly angry and roughly grasped Wren by the back of the neck. Within seconds he realised what kind of upside down reality he was in and saw the guards notice what he was doing. He reluctantly let go, putting his hands up in slight surrender to show he meant no harm – even though what he really wanted to do was rip the faerie into tiny parts. “Once I’m not a slave anymore, you’re dead, and I won’t be quick about it.”

“Sure you will.” Wren replied, not bothering to leave the condescending tone out of his voice. Wren could feel the anger he caused Hunter, literally feel how much he was getting under the vampires skin and while Wren didn’t condone tormenting slaves, after everything he could admit that it had made him feel good for just a moment. He brushed his outfit off and stood. “Have a good evening, Hunter.”

#Hunter #((we can end & start new present day if you like!))#END.

wrenevenfall:

“Mm.” Was the only quiet confirmation that came from Wren’s lips in regards to Medhi. He had expected more given everything they had been through, but the Fae had to push that to the back of his mind for now.

Wren watched Faust and how unsure he seemed, without some of the usual confidence Wren believed he had seen in him in the future. “You’ve had a lot to deal with. I shouldn’t have expected your first priority to be coming to see me. We don’t really know each other, after all… and you have a lot going on.” However much it made Wren sad to admit that they didn’t know each other, he had to. The Fae toyed with his bottom lip for a moment before he spoke again, “You can drink from me.” He offered, “I can stop you if you take too much.” He reassured. “The perks of being without a collar…” His voice softened and he slowly closed the gap between them. Wren paused, before tilting his his head to expose more of his throat. “You’ll be able to concentrate better after.”

Faust nodded, biting his tongue and holding back a comment about priorities. He couldn’t deny Wren hadn’t been his first priority– but he also hadn’t expected Wren to want anything from him. To hear otherwise… That Wren might have wanted or expected something from him? Well… It might have mde his heart flutter, had he technically been alive still.

“If… If you’re sure,” he responded softly, gaze falling to Wren’s neck. It was odd. He had memories of holding Wren close– could remember what Wren had smelled like up close in the alternative timeline. The warmth of his embrace. He reached out and gently grasped Wren’s hand, tugging him close enough to feed from as his fangs extended. “Just enough to take the edge off. Then we can talk,” he added, knowing he owed Wren at very least that much.

“Sure…” Wren reassured him and even though he was being tugged closer to be fed from, Wren couldn’t help the slight flutter he felt in his chest. Caused by someone who should have been a stranger to him and a vampire at that. His gaze lingered on Faust’s face for a moment longer before he tilted his head to expose more of his throat.

wrenevenfall:

That’s why you have me to help you. Wren pushed the thought away. “I don’t know how I feel,” Wren responded honestly, “The only person who has spoken to me since all of this happened is Silver… both you and Medhi seem to have been kindly avoiding me.” The Fae’s jaw tightened slightly, “Although I can understand why you didn’t.” Again there was that pang of sympathy that Wren wouldn’t have usually entertained for a vampire. But since the events of the future had come to pass it had given him time to think on everything. The end of the vampires leadership hadn’t triggered an end in slavery, most of the witches had been just as eager to see it continue. It had made Wren stop and consider that not all vampires were on the same, terrible path. “… I want to talk.” Wren finally admitted, feeling more comfortable now his collar was gone. I’ve missed you. He swallowed, unable to help the feeling of yearning to help Faust, comfort him, even if he didn’t really know him. At least not in this timeline. “Do you need something to eat first?” Wren spoke the words he never thought he would.

“Medhi? Seriously?” Faust’s frown only deepened, annoyed to hear the other fae had avoided Wren. Their relationship confused him, not understanding how Medhi could be so thickheaded with someone like Wren– especially after witnessing a timeline where he died prematurely. The strigoi knew he was thickheaded at times.. Probably was being now… But after losing Finn in his prior life, he’d realized just how short life could be. Perhaps he’d speak to Medhi… Rent him and see just what was up.

“I want to talk too,” Faust admitted with a nod. He swallowed thickly, hesitating as he added, “I… I probably should.” There were a few blood bags in the fridge, but they were demon blood. Finn’s. And while the act was well-intentioned, Faust had been avoiding drinking them. He hated how out of control he felt consuming demon blood while still so freshly turned. It made him miserable– and a pain in the ass to be around as well. Faust also still struggled with anything that wasn’t fresh from the source– alternative options all being a new thing to him this time around, with little help from Gareth when it came to the adjustment.

He was hesitant to ask Wren to feed though, knowing the other’s history with vampires and not wanting to make things more uncomfortable between them as well. Wren was more than tempting, but he was scared of disgusting the fae– of chasing him away before anything could even technically start. “I could call the Undercroft and request they send someone else up, perhaps,” he thought aloud, contemplating if he could properly control himself without it in Wren’s presence. “I.. I should be okay for a bit though?” I don’t know… “I just wanted to apologize, at least… That shared vision… It was a lot I think for all of us. And I should have found you to see how you were coping with it… I’m… Sorry I didn’t.”

“Mm.” Was the only quiet confirmation that came from Wren’s lips in regards to Medhi. He had expected more given everything they had been through, but the Fae had to push that to the back of his mind for now.

Wren watched Faust and how unsure he seemed, without some of the usual confidence Wren believed he had seen in him in the future. “You’ve had a lot to deal with. I shouldn’t have expected your first priority to be coming to see me. We don’t really know each other, after all… and you have a lot going on.” However much it made Wren sad to admit that they didn’t know each other, he had to. The Fae toyed with his bottom lip for a moment before he spoke again, “You can drink from me.” He offered, “I can stop you if you take too much.” He reassured. “The perks of being without a collar…” His voice softened and he slowly closed the gap between them. Wren paused, before tilting his his head to expose more of his throat. “You’ll be able to concentrate better after.”

wrenevenfall:

“You’re still a slave, he can’t like you that much.” Wren pointed out. Despite his once hatred for all vampires— over the past years Wren did not goad the slaves, in fact he kept as far away from the Undercroft as possible in an attempt not to participate in the castle as much as possible— but for Hunter he could spare the sympathy. “Besides, I can’t say red is much your colour either.” Wren took a sip from his wine and twisted his barstool to turn away from the other man.

“Touché. Still, he lets me feed from him, fuck him and basically do what I want. It’s not horrendous, and I’ll be free of here eventually,” Hunter said with a shrug as he took a seat next to Wren just to really piss him off. “Red is very much my colour,” he muttered, grabbing Wren’s seat and twizzling it around so he was facing him again. “How about we chat, hm? It’s been a while. Let’s talk about all the things I’m going to do to you once things are back the way they should be.”

Wren rolled his eyes as his seat was turned back towards Hunter. “Like what, Hunter? Don’t you get bored of it all? Making these threats, most of the time to powerless slaves, people with no access to their true powers, who are trapped in the confines of one castle with nothing to their name.” Wren leant in, “I think you just enjoy the kick of being with someone powerless because you know in the real world, an itty bitty baby vampire like yourself doesn’t real stand up to much else.” Wren whispered with a soft smile, “Maybe you should find another way to fill whatever void made you like this in the first place?“ Wren suggested, leaning back to take hold of his wine.

#Hunter #krovs tomorrow war event

remus-calvus-deactivated2024013

Vices & Virtues: charity

Marcus was somewhat over all this but some of the effect did highlight some traits he had. A sigh escaped his lips as he ran his hands through his hair.

“I don’t understand why everyone insists on making me drunk, this is the third time.” Wren babbled to himself. Not that he truly minded it that much, it made his mood much lighter for the most part and somewhat dissipated the stresses the visions of his potential future had caused. Though he did mean the Fae had little patience when it came to being told his hour of free time was over and he needed to head back into the Undercroft. “No, I want to go outside. I want to go for a walk.” He adamantly told the guard.

@king-marcus-cove

wrenevenfall:

Wren easily let Faust guide him along, having apparently not taken much notice of his attire of the furry ears atop his head as they walked though the forest. When the trees began to clear, Wren saw a dim light coming from inside an out-building, something that looked like a stables. “Are you sure this is right?” He asked timidly, but allowed himself to enter through the door to the quiet stables. “She’s not here. I think we did something wrong.” Wren turned around to thump straight into Faust’s chest. “I-I think we need to go back—“ Wren’s eyes lifted to Faust’s face, “Oh— what big eyes you have.”

“You think those are big, just wait till you see my teeth,” Faust retorted playfully, as he lured Wren into the stables and letting the door swing shut behind them. “No point in trying to escape, sweetheart. You’re just where I want you,” he added, voice smooth like silk as he pushed Wren up against a nearby wall. His fangs extended, hunger creeping in as his eyes flashed blood red.

“What do you mean?” Wren asked quietly, suddenly very fearful as the door swung shut behind them and he was pushed against the closest wall, losing the basket and it’s contents between them again. Wren’s eyes grew wider still as Faust’s eyes turned blood red in front of him, and he bared his fangs. A sight that was a day-to-day occurrence for a normal Wren. There wasn’t a day when a vampire didn’t try to sink their fangs into him and not a day when he didn’t try to elbow them in the face for it, until now. Now his body felt frozen to the spot with fear. “I-I need to go home now.” Finding his movement, he ducked under Faust’s arm to try and get away from him, losing the red cloak from around his neck as he ran behind the bails of straw.

#wren #((the spell can wear off wren soon if you look - up for debate xD))

For: @garethbradbury

Wren crouched down in his position in the Undercroft, his mind suddenly flooded with the thoughts of those around him, so deafening it had him slumping against the closest wall and clamping his hands down around his ears until he hit the floor. It was unusual, given that he didn’t usually have access to his powers, and when he did he was well-trained in tuning out the thoughts of those around him. “Shut up!” He suddenly yelled when the multitude of thoughts in his head built up so much pressure he thought his head might explode, accidentally delivering a psionic blast into the mind of the unfortunate person nearby.

wrenevenfall:

For: @garethbradbury

Wren crouched down in his position in the Undercroft, his mind suddenly flooded with the thoughts of those around him, so deafening it had him slumping against the closest wall and clamping his hands down around his ears until he hit the floor. It was unusual, given that he didn’t usually have access to his powers, and when he did he was well-trained in tuning out the thoughts of those around him. “Shut up!” He suddenly yelled when the multitude of thoughts in his head built up so much pressure he thought his head might explode, accidentally delivering a psionic blast into the mind of the unfortunate person nearby.

Sal had now been in this place for a few hours, long enough to get some idea of where he was. Not that it made any more sense than it had when he’d woken up. He knew that he was in Russia, in some old ass castle that was full of vampires and every other possible species that he’d heard about from fantasy books. As if superhumans weren’t enough of a shit show. The human thought grumpily, a scowl planted firmly on his lips as he stalked through the castle in search of Finn, the only other person that he currently recognized. He startled as someone yelled out of nowhere, Sal’s hand twitching toward a gun out of habit -- not that he had one here, it seemed. “The hell is wrong with you?”

Wren hadn’t ever felt anything quite like it, every power he had just felt so out of control. “I’m sorry.” He moaned quietly at whoever it was he had just delivered the very sharp head pain to. “I can’t control it.” Wren’s eyes hadn’t opened and his hands hadn’t released from where they were clamped over his ears either. He could still hear the buzzing of everyone’s thoughts around him, and it felt like every emotion of those around them was being inflicted on him too. “I just… need somewhere quiet.” Wren hated asking for help, especially in a place like this where it very rarely led to genuine help.

wrenevenfall:

The castle was in absolute chaos, he was now a woman, and yet it was still somehow against the rules for him to leave the Undercroft to get a drink of some kind. Wren hoped some sort of unfortunate spell would be cast on the guards very, very soon.

Still, her sour mood was softened slightly when another woman approached her bed in the Undercroft, the accent giving her identity away immediately. “Kaden?” Wren laughed slightly, “Thanks, I guess. Are you okay?”

“A little confused and concerned the castle considers this a good time for all,” Kaden replied, glancing down at himself with a wry smirk. “S’ppose I can’t complain otherwise knowing it’s all temporary. And I still look good.” His grin widened and he cocked his head, gesturing for Wren to stand up and follow him. “C’mon, kid. I’m bustin’ ya out of here for a bit. I can give you that drink you’re craving in my suite.”

“Well… people seem to be leaving me alone a little more in this form, so I can’t say I mind it.” Wren admitted, “Though I am a little disappointed I can’t take full advantage and have my hair braided and a new wardrobe.” Wren added, very seriously, before standing up. “Thank you.” She breathed a sigh of relief and followed Kaden from the Undercroft. “So, did Lucien freak out when it happened?” Wren asked, sincerely hoping for a yes.

#kaden #kaden: rule 63

1000 words

As fun as some of the spells could be, Medhi was starting to tire of all the different changes he was going through. When he was hit with yet another spell, he took note of his body, trying to find what change had been made but it wasn't a spell that affected his body. From across the Undercroft, he could see Wren sitting with a book in his lap and he felt magic tug him in the fae's direction. Whatever the spell was, it wouldn't let him resist and he was soon closing the space between the pair.

They hadn't ended things in the best way when the last spoke but Medhi couldn't ignore him anymore, or ignore what he was feeling. As the fae looked up, words and thoughts spilled from his lips. "I keep avoiding you because I don't want to hurt you anymore. I love you so much and knowing I'll die and that someone will be there for you makes it so hard," he said, speaking without his normal walls up. "If I can let you be happy with someone now, I won't hurt you in the future."

for: @wrenevenfall

Wren didn’t know how long this spell-free moment would last and he hoped if he sat quietly enough away from all the drama, no one would bother him. Besides, with Medhi in close quarters he needed something to distract himself with and so had drawn the first book he could find into his lap. The pair hadn’t spoken a word since their last interaction and Wren had felt this horrible feeling of emptiness ever since.

He hadn’t expected the other Fae to come and find him, least of all for such a confession. Wren’s lips parted in shock for a moment before he could finally conjure some sort of noise. “I—“ He tried and failed, searching Medhi’s face and the sharp blue of his eyes. “Medhi, we don’t even know that future is going to happen.” Wren finally let out a breath and stood, “That timeline was one of many, things are already different, things have already changed.” He told him. “You have always acted like your purpose is to die, even long before this. Like being a soldier is all that you have. It’s not, and maybe it’s time that you start realising you’re not disposable. Just ready for someone else to take your place.” Wren’s gaze didn’t falter on him, “You talk about hurting me like not having you in my life doesn’t hurt me more.” Wren pointed out. “I was already without you for two hundred years with Oswald. I didn’t stop thinking about you, or wanting you, or needing you. Love isn’t always about what’s easy, Medhi. It hurts.” Apparently Wren didn’t need a spell to unleash everything he’d been bottling up, but that didn’t stop him from feeling nervous.

#Medhi: 1000 words #((going to pretend I sent this on anon like I should have 😅))

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