#thinking about how easily the 126 will throw someone a line if they act like they might possibly be interested

[wndybird]

laughter pokes its way across misted eyes, dabbling cheeks with flecks of light. this child, the universe clutched in her palms, refusing to shed a thing.

MEET WENDY darling DARWIN.

OOC.

AUTHOR: ren, 20, est, she / they. CONTACT: my discord is ren 🎃✨#6401, pm me if you want my telegram or kik !!

BASIC.

NAME: wendy darwin

EXPLANATION:

wendy’s decision to cling to her true name was deliberate as an act to reclaim her sense of self , and to exercise some control over her life after the exodus took part of that from her. there’s also the added fact that it’s so much easier than trying to go by another name, which seems like a ridiculous amount of trouble to go through.

darwin was chosen out of ease , as well , being two letters off from her true surname and sounding fairly similar. behind the scenes , i chose it since its meaning is “ dear friend ” and i believed that would reference the supposed origin of wendy’s name well.

NICKNAMES: wen, wendybird, bird, little bird. ( i will sometimes call her wendigo, wendini, and wingdings. ) GENDER: cisfemale SEXUALITY: panromantic pansexual

OCCUPATION:

wendy is a full time student at the fable community college , and also works as a cashier at the local bookshop. she may sometimes take up the occasional odd job as a babysitter , a proofreader for other students , or even a tutor if she’s incredibly strapped for cash , but these are small side things that she only turns to when the going gets really tough.

she left her major as undeclared originally , as she wanted to be able to experience various differing courses , but has recently changed it so that she’s majoring in creative writing and minoring in journalism.

AGE: twenty BIRTH DATE: july 7th ZODIAC: cancer sun, sagittarius moon SECRET LANGUAGE: day , week , month , season , way , & personal path CELTIC ZODIAC: oak ( tree ) , wren ( animal ) BIRTHDAY TAROT: temperance , the hierophant

MAGIC:

wendy is not a magic user , though she will always quietly find herself envious of those who are. it’s possible that her curiosity and desire to be closer to the arcane may lead her into trying to practice , but that remains to be seen. otherwise she tries to function on the belief that magic is not just defined by the arcane , but little , every day things. like your headphones not tangling in your pocket , or your schedule lining up perfectly for the day , things of that nature.

PHYSICAL.

FACECLAIM: kristine froseth HEIGHT: 5’ WEIGHT: 126 lbs HAIR COLOR & STYLE: honey brown , long , wavy. usually kept down , sometimes half up , in a bun , braid , or ponytail. will occasionally do cute things like space buns , braided crowns , etc. EYE COLOR: blueee DOMINANT HAND: left DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: freckles , longass eyelashes , a birthmark on her right thigh , generally looking like a baby deer smh SCARS: she has a few very old , very faded scars across her feet and ankles from running about barefoot on neverland , but you probably wouldn’t notice them unless you were looking for them. PIERCINGS: earlobes TATTOOS: none yet

PERSONALITY.

MBTI: esfj KEIRSEY: guardian — provider ENNEAGRAM: type 2w3 

 ALIGNMENT & MORALS:

her heart is soft , but it is just. her alignment is lawful good , and she tries to operate on a set of clear , concise morals. her involvement with certain individuals may muddle this , at times , but her conscious is painfully loud and she will always be a voice of reason and a champion of what is right. her crux is that she is sometimes prone to bending too easily , as she still clings to her belief that no one can be all bad.

TRAITS:

( + ) optimistic , intelligent , honest , empathetic , brave , adventurous , friendly

( - ) idealistic , stubborn , nosy , susceptible , perfectionist , insecure , anxious

CONNECTIONS.

MOTHER: mary darling ( status: ??? ) FATHER: george darling ( status: ??? ) SIBLINGS: john darling ( status: alive. ) , michael darling ( status: deceased. ) PETS: eventually a dog in place of that abandoned wolf pup , maybe SIGNIFICANT OTHER: it’s complicated.

hello i LOVE to plot please come plot with me !!! i’ll have a legitimate connections page made soon i promise

IN CHARACTER INTERVIEW.

QUESTION TWO:

Was it hard adjusting to life in Fabletown? Do you miss the Homeworld?

Her heart twists until it aches, settling somewhere in her throat, and the soreness she feels there is terrible. She misses the Homeworld like you would not believe, yearns to return back to what she’s known up until recently, but she knows she must make the best of her situation. Wendy is nothing if not hopeful, and this is what keeps her afloat, even on the days when all she can do is sit at home, squinting into the distance, as she recalls her life before the Exodus. She smooths her skirt with trembling hands, the pleated navy fabric rustling silently, and straightens her back. She shouldn’t slouch. She knows better.

“I think the adjustment must have been difficult for everyone, myself included.” Wendy is not one to overlook the trials and tribulations of others, even as she herself struggles with the day-by-day of this new world. “Of course I miss the Homeworld, I miss it like the stars must miss the moon when the sun rises, I—I think it would not have been so hard, coming here, if I’d not felt as though I was leaving so much behind. But I’m sure the same can be said for most anyone in our… situation.” She doesn’t mention the nights that seemed to sprawl on, where she’d not slept for days, instead choosing to cry, or the days when her chest felt so hollow she was almost convinced she’d need to pick apart her ribs in order to find out whether or not she still possessed her heart.

A loose curl brushes her jawline, and she brushes it away, tucking it ever so gently behind her ear. “I’m still adjusting. It’s not been an easy task, by any means, but I believe part of our responsibility now is to remain adaptable. Besides that, it would be unfair to say that the change has been entirely terrible. We’ve been granted new opportunities, the ability to meet new people, there are so many new things to see and do.” It’s easier to treat this like something of an adventure, than to see it as a never-ending eternity. How familiar.

“I suppose, most of all, it’s important to stay hopeful.”

QUESTION THREE:

Where is your favorite place in Fabletown or New York?

The question is no sooner posed, and Wendy is smiling to herself, images of her loft conjured up within her imagination. It is certainly not the house in Bloomsbury, but it is her own, and she has made it as such. The walls are white, and would be considered bland, were they not adorned with pictures and artwork, string lights that cast the den in warm light. The couch is a mess of throw pillows and a particularly soft fleece throw, coffee table crowded with textbooks, notebooks, book-books, and the occasional succulent; everything is somewhat disorganized, but in the most organized way possible. Knick knacks line the shelves in her bedroom, tiny little things she’s picked up here and there, and none of them need a particular meaning in order to belong. Today, the apartment smells like chamomile tea and cinnamon, warm and cozy, safe and secure, like a blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

“My home, of course.” Her voice is filled with the sort of pride you’d hear a mother speak about her children’s accomplishments with, because truly, the home she has created for herself here in Fabletown is a safe haven, her own little alcove of personal magic. She may not be someone in tune with the arcane, but she can create her own version of magic, whether it be in how she interacts with others, or things she chooses to do for herself. Buying a new candle to soothe her nerves? Certainly. “It’s small, but I’d like to believe it’s welcoming. Filled with love, if you will, and I find that to be rather important.”

QUESTION FOUR:

How do you feel about magic? Do you think it should be banned, regulated, or neither?

Her eyes are aglow with enthusiasm at the mention of magic—such a wondrous little word that is, blanketing her heart in childhood nostalgia and the need to believe—but behind that lies a certain amount of trepidation. She has seen the danger that comes with placing unrestricted power in the hands of those who operate on their own rules, how magic can be used not only for wonder and creation, but for destruction and greed. If you would look hard enough, beneath the many layers of wonder and hesitancy, you would notice something else: the barest flicker of envy. Wendy is not one to become so often plagued by jealousy that she grows into something bitter and mean, but sometimes even she is not free of those resentful pangs. She has only ever been able to taste magic at the grace of another, and though she’s grateful for even a taste, it would be nice to be able to harness it for her own. If only for a day, even.

Her hands are clasped neatly in her lap, one thumb running over the other in time with her breathing. “I believe,” She begins, and then pauses, as though she must regather her thoughts. “I believe magic is an extraordinary thing.” Another pause, as the lush forests of Neverland appear behind her eyelids when she blinks, the tang of magic in the air, the sparkling lagoon, the mermaids—it shifts, and then something is very wrong. Grinning skulls peek through gilled skin, flashing sharp teeth and cavernous eye sockets that consume her like the void. It is enough to startle her back into shaken silence for a few long minutes, the ticking of the clock hanging on the far wall feeling awfully familiar as it tracks her silence.

“And as with all extraordinary things, there is the ever-present risk that someone will come along and ruin it, so to speak. Magic is a gift that some may be far too comfortable taking advantage of, for the wrong reasons.” Her words seem to be spoken with a sense of mourning underlying them, and the downward turn of her lips belies regret. Truly, she believes in the goodness of others, but logically she understands that without rules set in place, it would give too much allowance for evil to run wild. “If we lived in an ideal world, I would find no issue with letting magic flow freely, but in this case regulation is the safest choice.”

QUESTION FIVE:

Who do you think killed Little Red Riding Hood?

Minutes pass in silence as she glances around the room, as if the walls will afford her some secret knowledge, some right answer, as if one were to exist. Wendy has tried not to let her thoughts linger for far too long on what’s happened to Little Red Riding Hood, as if her denial would undo whatever had been done to the woman. Out of sight, out of mind, isn’t something that seems to exist, in this case. Teeth sink into her lower lip, and she chews although she knows better, nipping at glossy skin that will turn sore if she keeps it up.

“I don’t know. It’s not a satisfactory answer, I do know that much, but.. this isn’t something I’ve wanted to devote much time to. I don’t want to think about what happened to her, or worse yet, who could’ve done it—this is a terrible situation.” Violence has been present in her life far too often as of late, and her skin is littered with goosebumps now at the consideration that there may be a possibility that someone she knows could be a cause, or a suspect, at the least. Wendy places that thought within a box, seals it off, and places that into another box, on and on it goes, until the intrusive idea is locked away for the time being. Her eyes are apologetic, soft, tinged with fright. “But I hope justice is served, for her sake.”

PLAYLIST.

coming soon..

[bygosscarmine]

W: Worlds Apart - Volume 4: Worlds Estranged

Kang Chul X Oh Yeon Joo - Fix-It Fic (T)

Read from beginning or find previous chapters here: Stories

The insecurities Chul has about why Yeon Joo is hesitating can be dispelled--which is good, because some other people are less understanding.

Chapter 126 - Bringing Him Home to Mother  (1446 words)

Yeon Joo looked quickly over to catch his expression. He was in earnest--he hadn't wanted to say that aloud. But it wasn't nothing--especially not to him, who had spent those years living it out.

"It left your face older than I was expecting," Yeon Joo said honestly. "And you looked a little bit like the wrong...the wrong Kang Chul."

"Am I the right one?"

"You must be," she said. "You're the one whose here."

And that was her being earnest, though he seemed to consider it to be sure.

He told her he could get to where he was staying by train, declining a ride.

"Tomorrow," she said, as he went down the street away from her car, "come meet my mother."

He looked back her and said, "Just tell me when."

Now he was close to tears, she thought. He was trying to hide it, but the indeterminate line of his mouth told her.

"Don't be afraid," she said. "Remember, you had three years to decide when to come to me. I've only had two days to get ready for you to come."

A smile snuck onto his face, though his eyes avoided hers. "You've fallen for me at least twice. I'm not too worried about that, even if we start over."

"We're not starting over, or this would be easier. Can I at least drop you off at the station?"

"No, I'd rather have the time getting used to the city." But he took a step toward her again. "Will you at least kiss me goodbye?"

"Yes."

He walked to her, and waited for her to put her hands on his face, to lean in. Their lips met softly, a gentle touch of reminder. Then he brought his hand up to cradle her head and the kiss goodbye changed to a welcome, a promise. She drank him in, and the urge to cry seemed transmuted for both of them to this searching contact. The assurance of his hands, the questioning of his mouth reminding her how often he fell for her first. That he had been waiting more years to touch her again.

He pulled away like he suddenly came to a decision.

"It feels like you've been practicing while you were away," she said, having to cover for herself, for the way she already missed him.

"I spent a lot of time thinking about how I was going to kiss you," he said, with a crooked smile, "if I made it this far. Good night, Yeon Joo."

This time he turned to walk away without hesitation. She got the distinct impression that though she lost nothing by that kiss, he had won something.

-

Her heart skipped as she opened the door for him the next day. He was in jeans again, with a white button-up untucked somehow contriving to look well-dressed. Possibly because unlike the clothes she'd once bought for him, they hadn't come cheap at a department store. She seemed to be remembering how he made her feel.

"Is she home?" Chul asked, and she realized he was nervous.

"Not yet. But I warned her we'd have a visitor."

She was showing him how to rinse bean sprouts properly when the door opened. It was somewhat calculated, to have Chul turn from helping her in the kitchen, with his winsome smile.

"Mom," Yeon Joo said. "Welcome home. Meet Kang Chul."

Her mother narrowed her eyes, but smiled and greeted him. She also looked very carefully at Yeon Joo after a few minutes. Then she patted Yeon Joo's arm as they sat down to eat.

"So, Kang Chul. My daughter said that you recently returned? Do you have a place to live yet?"

"No, I'm hoping our friend Park Soo Bong can help me get that worked out. I should be able to get a place fairly easily, but I want to find somewhere I'll be comfortable for a while. I'm excited to settle here."

"What took you away from Seoul?"

"I had only been visiting Seoul for work, I will be moving here for the first time."

"Oh, you don't strike me as a country boy. Yeon Joo mentioned that she hadn't been sure she'd be able to see you again."

There was a fraught silence. It was clear Mom was not going to be deterred.

"Ah. Well, ma'am, I was actually serving a sentence in prison, overseas. I am very fortunate that it was such a short one. I was on the wrong side of some very powerful people with a fairly broad reach, and I was afraid I would be punished for things I did not do."

"So it was a false charge?"

"No, I did hurt the man who I was sentenced for hurting. And I did avoid arrest initially. I was afraid for my life."

He glanced at Yeon Joo, almost apologetically.

"And did this have something to do with the shooting of Yeon Joo's father?"

Chul blanched, as was only natural. Then he said, "I don't have the right to explain what happened then."

Yeon Joo wanted to intervene and defend him, but she stayed quiet. She had no sway in this conversation.

"Well, I can see why Yeon Joo was so conflicted about introducing you to me properly. Do you have a job here yet?"

"No, but I interviewed at the publishing company today, and I think it went well," said Chul.

His pretty, self-deprecating smile did not win her mother but Yeon Joo thought his near-honesty had done well.

He soon got to his feet and said, "Well, I have an apartment viewing to go to. I'd invite you along, Yeon Joo, to give me your opinion, but Soo Bong assured me that my agent is going to show me something unsuitable for way too much money to test me out as a sucker."

"Good luck," said Yeon Joo, rising. "I have the day off tomorrow, so let me know if you want to meet."

After they had seen him out the door with proper goodbyes, her mother said quietly, "I don't know if I like him, though he is very likable. I'm worried, and I'm worried partly because you have been acting so strange. Is he dangerous?"

"He was in a dangerous position. I am not afraid of him, though, mom. I just haven't felt so strongly for someone before, and it throws me off my stride."

It felt absurd to be having this conversation, now. After everything. But this also was part of making it real.

"I will try to trust your judgment."

"I don't know if this makes it better," Yeon Joo said with a half-smile, "but I told dad about him being back, too. He's accepted it."

Her mother snorted, but to be more critical than the one who had fought with Chul had to seem silly. Mom shook her head as she got up to rinse the dishes.

"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you what was going on all along," Yeon Joo offered. "And I know some of it still doesn't make sense. I just...I am finally getting a chance to really have what I want with him. I need to see if it will work."

"If it does, or doesn't, I will be on your side."

"I know."

"Was he hinting at you going to live with him soon?"

"I think that is what he hopes, yes. We were engaged before he had to go."

"Engaged? You saw enough of each other to be engaged?"

The raising of those eyebrows raked Yeon Joo.

"During the time I was working on dad's comic we spent a lot of time together. Which is why it got...complicated."

How could she make this make sense to her mother? She might fill in the blanks and think Kang Chul was the inspiration for the comic. That when he and Dad fought it had to do with that. But there were whole chunks of time unaccounted for by the real world's chronology. But her mother patted her shoulder, seeming to find this reasonable.

"I can't say I don't understand. I married your father, after all, and I knew him for a shorter amount of time. I know that doesn't sound encouraging. I don't mean for it to be. But I understand."

Yeon Joo couldn't argue, even if she wanted to. Her mother was right--the amount she knew about Chul could never be really enough to assure it would work. She might never be sure he wouldn't one day vanish back into the shuttered world of W. She just had decided it was worth the risk. Was deciding it was. Was trying, anyway.