Little Caged Songbird
Bird or the Cage

snowbound-huntsman:

wren-the-songbird:

 

She walked further towards the camp, and the moment she saw him, she stopped. The feeling that came over her too her off guard. She wasn’t angry, or sad or any of the like. No, instead there was a sort of relief and happiness filling her chest at seeing her dear huntsman again. It had been so long, and seeing him at his usual work gave her a sort of calmness.

But he is frustrated. Thinking. Wren bit her bottom lip, looking down at herself and the garments she wore before silent shadows consumed her being… and a familiar red dress took the place of the black and feathers. Finally she walked closer.

"Working hard?" She asked, finally coming from behind him and placing a hand on his back. "Honestly Wo—" she stopped the moment her hand touched him. Something was curling, building up. A gloom. Worren?

Somehow he hadn’t heard her. Somehow he had no clue she was even in his clearing until she spoke up and touched his back. Worren jolted, startling and jumping up, the skin and razor falling to the ground as he turned to face Wren, taking a few steps back.

"W-wren! I didn’t hear ya com… Th’land’s shifted how didja find the camp, are you okay? I…" He took a deep breath, bringing a hand to cover his mouth as he wheezed out a few coughs. After clearing his throat, he apologized and rubbed the back of his neck.

"It’s.. been a while." He finally managed out in an even tone as he looked at her like a guilty puppy. His hair was faded, and in some places it seemed to be graying at the roots. His face had more wrinkles and signs of aging than before, and over all his whole person screamed Tired.

The woman nearly jumped when he did, taking a step back and holding her hands together as she watched him with worry. Why did he step away? Did she really scare him? He spoke to her, but as he did, all she could see was the change on him. The gray on his hair, the age, just how exhausted he looked. She felt that worry growing all the more when he began to cough and wheeze, having the lady step forward with a hand that reached for him but soon retreated once he turned to her. 

Why was he looking at her like that? Just.. Wren bit down on her bottom lip, staring at him longer. 

”..Yes it has.” Did he do this? Did he do this to her huntsman? The longer she stared Worren would be able to see that concern growing, that worry, even a spark of some sort of anger behind those brown eyes and she stepped forward. Her heart was twisting under her chest, a fire and ice mixing in. Just seeing him like this, it was heartbreaking and she needed to…

Her fingers were barely reaching to touch his face. Should he pull away from her brushing, cold fingers, it was all up to him.

Sing Little Bird

necvitaregis:

wren-the-songbird:

"Really now?" She stared at the man, her head tilting slightly as she tried to take his image in. Honestly it was like nothing she has ever seen before. "It is you, sir, who I think looks interesting." She kept her eyes on him, actually still wondering if she should be cautious or not. The woman remained tense, keeping her eyes on him. She was unsure, but there was a sort of strange vibe coming from him.

"I’ll take that as a compliment." It was certainly new to meet someone who wasn’t trembling in their boots upon his arrival, "Fear not, you are not in my way of any goal I have, nor am I under orders to kill you. I simply want a chat to alleviate my poison."

The Queen gave the stranger a odd look at his choice of words, She felt herself almost tensing more at such a person before her. Honestly, her curiosity was beginning to itch its way into her mind but she had made sure to keep it in check. No matter what, it was always the curiosity that stays. The woman did her best to relax. though her posture was still rather straight and stiff. 

"Rather interesting introduction of yours. Usually a lady would be offended by such dark talk." She remained where she stood, speaking calmly. "So, tonight," she lifts a hand and places it onto herself, "am I your distraction? If that is the case, sir," she places her hand down then hides it into her cloak. "…A name? Would you kindly?"

walterfirelly:

[[I can’t draw anymore, gawddddd, it took me to much time, I hope you’re happy Locke, I couldn’t complain to you for about 3 more hours when you were offline :I ]]

[ Of course I’m happy Punki, oh my god doodley do! *hugtight* XD <3 thank you so much, I’m sure you’ll get back in the groove of things. u vu It still looks very nice ]

walterfirelly:

[[I can’t draw anymore, gawddddd, it took me to much time, I hope you’re happy Locke, I couldn’t complain to you for about 3 more hours when you were offline :I ]]

[ Of course I’m happy Punki, oh my god doodley do! *hugtight* XD <3 thank you so much, I’m sure you’ll get back in the groove of things. u vu It still looks very nice ]

[ As much as I’d love to, I sadly think that in the original Bioshock Wren and Jack are both going to end up dead. Rapture ain’t no fun place. Especially if you’re involved in Fort Frolic… ]

bioshock

bioshock ]

A little homesick

walterfirelly:

wren-the-songbird:

walterfirelly:

No one in this place were supposed to become idle or have a moment for laziness but one particular red head seemed to ignore this fact. He was  insolently lying on grass, looking at everlasting clouds above him and chewing end of a blade of grass in his mouth. All his motivation for work was gone today, all he wanted to do was just do one big nothing.

Walter’s thoughts were wandering from what he had to do, through his empty stomach to birds, bees and butterflies, flying above him.

Everything starts with “b”.

Just like “Balloon”…

He sighed heavily and instead of forcing himself to get up, he layed more comfortable and closed eyes with slight smile.

"My, my…" he would hear above him, the voice familiar. If he were to open his eyes he would be able to see Wren just looming over him as if she’s been there for a little while. She’d have a bit of a smile on her face. If not? Well, she’d still be smiling either way.

"Now, I would hope that you have at least had something to eat before you have decided to laze about." Wren tilted her head a bit, then tried to move her hair away from her face as it fell over her shoulder. "Penny for your thoughts?"

That was a surprise, he haven’t hear that voice in a while. He opened one eye and smiled slightly, leaning head back to look at her.

"I doubt if they’re worth even that much." He sighed and laughed sitting up. "What would I do with that penny here anyway, huh?" Little giggle escaped his mouth as he took off his cap and ruffled his already messy hair. "Long time to see. You’ve been busy with saving the world, or something like this…?" He asked crossing legs and basing hands on ground behind him.

"Goodness, Walter, I was thinking that you would be excited to see me." She placed her hands on her hips, staring down at him with a bit of a smirk on her face before she looked to the side then sighed lightly. Ah well, it is better than no reaction she shall admit. She waved a hand and looked back over to him.

"Perhaps I have." Or haven’t. She is proud to admit to herself she brought spring at least. And the Grue has become a rather rare sight. She straightened her posture, though leaned to the side slightly. "And you? Come now, what’s on your mind?"

SO WAKE ME UP WHEN IT’S ALL OVER! WHEN I’M WISER AND I’M OLDER! ALL THIS TIME I WAS FINDING MYSELF AND I DIDN’T KNOW I WAS LOST!

Sing Little Bird

necvitaregis:

wren-the-songbird:

The woman turned her head to the side, hearing a voice in the cold night. Despite spring having arriving, the winter’s remnants can still be felt when the sun goes down. She remained where she stood, her hands clasped and she spoke calmly. 

"What makes you say that, sir?" she asked, finally turning her head to look towards the tall figure. Black and red. That was all the Queen could see.

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"It’s not often I take walks outside and bump into people that look interesting. Lately that seems to be a pattern." a cure for boredom was always welcomed. Hopefully this woman would give a treatment until he has to leave. Not the the sun bothered him, but it was more comfortable at night to be out.

"Really now?" She stared at the man, her head tilting slightly as she tried to take his image in. Honestly it was like nothing she has ever seen before. "It is you, sir, who I think looks interesting." She kept her eyes on him, actually still wondering if she should be cautious or not. The woman remained tense, keeping her eyes on him. She was unsure, but there was a sort of strange give coming from him.

Ms Wren, have you missed any of your friends during your time as queen. do you even have friends anymore?
Anonymous

"Of course I—" Something had her pause, as if realizing just how long it’s been since she’s seen… well. Everyone. Dear Willi, Walter, Octavius. Adrian. Worren, of course."…do."

She was silent for a moment, taking in the darkness once more, becoming all the more aware of it. She’s fine. Wren began to shake. She’s okay here. 

She doesn’t want them to come. To see her like this. She knows what will happen.

"…I do."

A little homesick

walterfirelly:

No one in this place were supposed to become idle or have a moment for laziness but one particular red head seemed to ignore this fact. He was  insolently lying on grass, looking at everlasting clouds above him and chewing end of a blade of grass in his mouth. All his motivation for work was gone today, all he wanted to do was just do one big nothing.

Walter’s thoughts were wandering from what he had to do, through his empty stomach to birds, bees and butterflies, flying above him.

Everything starts with “b”.

Just like “Balloon”…

He sighed heavily and instead of forcing himself to get up, he layed more comfortable and closed eyes with slight smile.

"My, my…" he would hear above him, the voice familiar. If he were to open his eyes he would be able to see Wren just looming over him as if she’s been there for a little while. She’d have a bit of a smile on her face. If not? Well, she’d still be smiling either way.

"Now, I would hope that you have at least had something to eat before you have decided to laze about." Wren tilted her head a bit, then tried to move her hair away from her face as it fell over her shoulder. "Penny for your thoughts?"