#thread: wren + olivier

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"A little?" Ollie retorted, shooting the wounded faerie a look. "Wren, you're wheezing." He told her, tapping an index finger to one of his own ears to emphasize his point. "Do you..." The hybrid trailed off. "I can give you some of my blood." He offered. "It's not a complete heal. But it'll help. It'll keep you upright til you can heal yourself. Or someone or something else can." Dark eyes widened at the news. It was the last thing Olivier expected to hear from her. As she spoke of her guards being unaware of the attack from her ex, his gaze quickly moved to the closed door and back to her. "Jakovan's not going to like this." He replied, aware that she more than knew that.

When Wren began to cry, the hybrid moved, doing his best to hold her in her pain. "Wren. Hey." He murmured, his voice uncharacteristically softer than usual as he spoke to her. Ollie lightly placed a hand on Wren's shoulder while she held his face in her hand. "Don't worry about me. I'm a big boy. I can handle some trouble. It's what I do best." He sent Wren a gentle, affectionate half smile as Olivier tried to lighten the mood. "What we can do is focus on you." He rolled down the sleeves of his shirt while visually looking for a cup or small container of some sort in the room. Olivier cut open one of his own wrists, not too deep but enough to draw blood, and drained into a clean cup for Wren. He closed the incision after, glad that he'd fed earlier that evening. "Here, drink." He instructed, handing her the cup. "It'll help." Quietly, Ollie shook his head as she spoke. "You're my family too." He replied before sighing as he looked over the room again, mind already formulating how best to fix this. "You won't need the faerie council. I've got it."

He pointed towards Hunter's lifeless body. "Will anyone start looking for him?" Ollie asked Wren. "I can have him scattered, this place cleaned, traces of him gone and any witness who thought they saw anyone saying and seeing different. Don't worry, I can take care of this for you, Wren. You're family." He repeated.

When she saw Olivier her eyes finally moved from the body that lay lifeless. She felt queasy. She shook her head, trying to will her words to come when he mentioned her not joking about life and death. “I’m a little banged up.” She took a harsh breath that felt like it ravished her insides, but she knew it was due to her bruised or broken ribs. “My ex-husband possessed his brother.” She gestured to the body. “We were close. My ex attacked, but the guards couldn’t hear it. There was magic I guess. I just wanted to get him off of me. I didn’t mean to shock him to death. I didn’t want Hunter to die.” She closed her eyes for a moment, letting her tears fall. “I don’t want to get you into any trouble, Olivier. I didn’t know who to call. But I can’t let this blowback on Jakovan. I’m going to tell him.” She took another painful breath. “If it’s possible to get him out of here? Could you?” She moved closer to hug him. “Thank you for coming." She closed the distance between them and cupped his cheek with her good arm. "I don't want this blowing back on you. You're my family too. If there's a risk I'll do my best and call the fae council. If something goes wrong, they will clean this up. Can you help me without getting yourself in trouble? If you can’t, I don’t want you to do this. Your wellbeing matters more to me than what will happen if people find out what I did.” 

[ask-elland-n-will]

🔥 The Slytherin Common Room Chaos (SCRC)

Staring: @kiwiplaetzchen as Nosy the Niffler, @adallegra as Clementine the Golden Retriever, @ask-wren-zhang (@wrenegade-accio) as Wren Zhang, @ask-sebastian as Sebastian Sallow, @olivierdumont as Olivier Dumont, @ask-elland-n-will as William Abbot.

Time: afternoon. Location: inside and outside of the S. common room. Turn: We are done! Last updated: 11.08.2023

This chaos might be over, but the CHAOS is never over 🔥

Main Thread Summary

Clementine (Allegra's temporary forster dog) comes into Sebastian's dorm room, wakes up Nosy (Seb's niffler). They have fun, Nosy launches himself at Clem, rides her. Clem jumps all over the bed, Nosy's trinkets scatter all over. They dash all over the room making a huge mess. A curtain is torn down from one of the beds and it falls onto the heater in the center of the room, catching on fire. Clem smells the smoke and runs out of the room, barking to attract attention, Nosy on her back. Art by wrenegade-accio.

Side thread break

Outside of the common room. A student runs past Sebastian and Olivier screaming "Fire!" Olivier asks Seb if he should do something about it. Sebastian looks in the direction of the SCR door: "I could always check, I suppose." Both are still outside.

Main thread

Wren uses Bombarda to blow up a hole in the SCR wall. She is determined to save Clementine and gets in even if she's a Ravenclaw. Art by wrenegade-accio [x, x]. Will wakes up smelling the smoke, his room next to Seb's. Checks it, and douses the fire. Follows the barks since he's a prefect and needs to sort this out. Watches the wall blow up in his face. Clementine tried to shield Nosy, then sniffed Wren and jumped at Sebastian happily. Nosy runs out of the common room and jumps onto Olivier. Steals his Fizzing Whizzbees and eats the entire pack! Wren checks on Clem, wants to fix the wall and then notices Will. As a prefect he tells other students to leave, deducts points from Ravenclaw for being in a wrong common room, tells Wren he can hide the situation from the teachers to help her avoid detention if she agrees to owe him a favour. They fix the wall, Wren asks what it is Will wants from her. She will decide later if she wants to do what Will asked her to do. Olivier doesn't let the niffler fly away, carries him in his arms and gives Nosy belly rubs until Nosy dozes off, no longer flying. All is well!

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If time travel were possible, at least when it came to choosing one's parents, as a child Olivier wished fervently that the ability would exist in the future. Nearing his first century of existence, he was sad to report to his younger self that time travel still did not exist. ...At least, it wasn't a fact Olivier could confirm yet. If he had a choice in who'd his parents were, he hoped for his mother to be like Wren. The warmth and love she showed Olivier, even when he didn't always reciprocate it or really know how at times, made the secret hope of his younger self flare within him at her greeting. Her kids were, in Olivier's opinion, lucky to have her as a mother. As a someone who cared and wanted them.

He returned Wren's hug and ignored the hint of awkwardness in his own light smile that he sent the High Priestess' way when they pulled apart from their joint hold. Olivier wasn't ignorant to the fact that she might've noticed it. "Yes, mom. I am." He answered in a tone of faux exasperation, his smile turning more genuine and settling into his features. "Me? What about you? You're not pregnant with a new set of twins, are you?" He paused, face morphing dramatically to show that he was, in fact, listening to Wren's heartbeat and whether it was alone in her body or not.

"I know I haven't been to Westland as much as I used to." Ollie's shoulders rose in a shrug. "Would you believe that I might finally be growing up?" He asked Wren. "Are you doing okay? How are things with you?" Olivier paused, a thought boomeranging in his mind. "Can I tell you something? I'm sorry for being weird with you sometimes. You don't deserve it. You know, when I think of a perfect mom, or great if you want to argue perfect doesn't exist, you're one of the first that I think of?"

Who: Wren + Ollie @gvldntrbl

Where: Day 2: Beach activities 

Wren didn’t have the opportunity to speak with Ollie as much as she liked as of late, so she made a point before she started lounging on the beach to speak with Olivier. “Hey there, Stranger. I haven’t seen you in a while. How have you been? And give me a hug. I've missed your hugs, and you being around. How do I know you’re taking care of yourself?” She embraced the hybrid before pulling away. “Let me look at you. You’re not wasting away, so that’s a good sign.” 

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Olivier answered his mobile phone with a look of confusion. It wasn't that he and Wren didn't talk. But rather, it was late and the hybrid knew that she'd had her first performance since stepping away from music, decades ago. Olivier's evening was wrapping up itself, he was moments from finishing a working business dinner, when Wren called. Before he could greet her, she said that she needed his help. He didn't need to be a nymph or a telepath to realize that something was wrong. Ollie shot a look to his uncle who joined him for the working dinner with the client for Domaine. Luckily, the vampire had superhearing and quietly took over, subtly nodding Olivier's way in a wordless goodbye. After a quick text to Toni, letting her know he'd be home later tonight than planned and another emergency came up; Ollie teleported off.

Wren's words rang in the hybrid's ears when he arrived. ...No one could know he was there. He thought to call her back as he stood, not far from the nightclub. After mesmiring the club's layout from someone who would never remember they spoke to him, Ollie teleported into Wren's dressing room. Completely bypassing the High Priestess' bodyguards. Thankfully, the place wasn't warded and he was able to use his ability. "Hey," He let out in a hesitant low voice, not at all expecting the scene before him. Aside from Wren, there was only another body in the room but Ollie only heard her heartbeat. Which sounded erratic. "You weren't kidding about life and death." He quipped, body shifting to move towards Wren but then paused. "...Wren, are you okay? What happened?" Olivier's attention returned to the lifeless form. "Let me guess, you need me to get him out of here?"

Who: Wren + Olivier @gvldntrbl

Where: A nightclub in Eastland 

Wren couldn’t take her eyes off Hunter’s lifeless body. She had killed an innocent man to save herself. Violent delights really did have violent ends. She used her good arm, as the other was broken to reach for her phone to call Olivier. Her hands shook with the pain coursing through her as she dialed. “Olivier, I need your help. I’m going to send you my location. Can you get here discreetly? No one can know you were here but it’s important, please. As fast as you can. It’s a matter of life and death.” Wren changed clothes as quickly as she could, wincing in pain from the beating she just endured. Every part of her body ached and she hadn't experienced that kind of pain since her first marriage. She needed alibis and she knew her guards were good for them. They would give a false timeline for Hunter. And she would be elsewhere, not home. She needed Jakovan uninvolved with the entire night.