𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗔 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗦 ⸻ Ft. Fionn Garrigan - Blog Posts

there  is  something  feral  going  through  rowena's  head  as  they're  being  questioned  about  a  death  that  her  claws  were  nowhere  near  ━━  and  she  finds  herself  thinking  that  perhaps  they  should  talk  to  the  huntsman  about  it,  his  hands  already  covered  in  dried  blood.  red  ribbon  holds  the  long  and  messy  braid  together,  hair  swinging  all  the  way  down  to  the  end  of  red's  back  as  she  walks.  eyebrows  furrowed,  part  of  the  little  red  thinks  they  somehow  messed  up  ━━  thinking  things  through  is  not  their  forte.  each  step  down  the  stairs  feels  like  the  walk  through  the  hall  of  a  prison  wing  and  rowena  doesn't  know  if  she's  walking  away  or  right  into  a  cell  of  someone  else's  making.

red  tilts  their  head,  both  arms  now  crossed  over  her  chest.  "and  what  makes  you  think  i  would  confess  anything  to  you?"  there  is  only  one  soul  that  she  might  bare  her  own  to  and  he's  unrecognizable  these  days.  "are  you  just  waiting  here  for  people  to  talk  to  you  about  what  they  told  the  magic  mirror?  boredom  really  does  take  a  toll  on  some  people."

open to. anyone — come one, come all ! setting & notes. remembrance day event part two, looming about around the main enclave. feel free to assume connections if not plotted yet, or this can be their first interaction if you'd like.

      a slimy thing, waffling about and bouncing from one corridor to another, eyes on the action as always. if there was one thing fionn couldn't miss, it was a show — comedies or tragedies, both equally as entertaining to a lone sprite, itching to get a firsthand view at the next sensation that sweeps their quaint little town. it's about time, he'd assert, after days of droning boredom, the cabin fever was bound to settle in eventually - fionn just didn't expect it to be so soon. " what a shame, " a tone decorated with dramatization, cutting through the undercurrent of empathy that was, albeit, genuine, but it was hard to tell with him.

      " now, what say you when the magic mirror reveals your deepest secret to the entire town, hm ? " he was merely playing, but surely this was neither the time nor place, with tensions inevitably rising and, eventually, anxieties too. " the time to confess your wrongdoings is nigh. i pinky promise i won't tell another soul, unlike that dreaded mirror. "

familiar  (  and  often  found  irrelevant  on  faye's  day  to  day  life  )  faces  pass  by  and  for  the  first  time  in  forever,  the  bored  bartender  actually  sees  the  lot  of  them  ⸻  and  none  of  them  seem  innocent  though  faye  is  all  too  self  aware  that  she  does  not  trust  easily.  then  again,  in  a  place  like  fabletown,  who  is?  their  silent  challenge  falls  short  of  the  entertainment  faye  wished  to  drain  from  someone  else's  manifestation  of  guilt  (  or  maybe  just  one  bad  night,  an  evasion  of  sleep  mimicking  what  would  be  a  heavy  conscience  )  and  yet,  she  is  more  than  glad  to  change  spots  and  try  her  luck  somewhere  else.  perhaps  closer  to  the  sheriff's  station,  catch  as  someone  turns  on  their  heels  far  too  quickly  as  they  change  their  mind.

plans  change  just  as  quickly  as  they  are  made,  though.

the  corner  of  tink's  lips  curl  into  an  amused  and  knowing  smile  ⸻  she  might  be  melting  away  from  the  boredom  of  it  all  but  she  at  least  is  well  aware  that  finn  is  too.  knowing  he  is  suffering  just  like  she  is  helps  the  feeling  of  numbness  (  and  faye  will  tell  herself  it  is  because  there  can  only  be  one  blonde  faerie  ⸻  and  she  is  so  clearly  the  better  choice  ⸻  and  leave  out  the  part  about  the  relief  of  someone  knowing  exactly  what  goes  inside  her  mind  ).  eyebrow  raises  and  hazel  eyes  meet  his  own,  only  for  a  moment.  "i  was  not  offering,  fionn."  another  sip,  attention  stolen  back  by  nothing  at  all.  faye  scoffs  at  her  companion's  words,  head  shaking  at  how  silly  he  sounds.  "i  thought  you  were  smarter  than  this,  my  companion  in  blonde.  you  and  i  both  know  i  am  not  that  easy  to  get  rid  off.  and  who  else  would  keep  this  town  interesting?"

      a whole day of lurking ultimately capitulated into a bed of unsuccess. perhaps it wasn't smart to play look-see all day instead of attending to matters otherwise productive in comparison. he had lurked around the main enclave all day, examining the faces of each passerby to hopefully absorb their current state of mind. guilty ? innocent ? mourning ? a mix, even ? regardless, he was dully disappointed — karmic retribution for nosing in everybody's business. if he couldn't get his fill then, perhaps trifling with a familiar blonde would help mustardseed feel, well, something.

      he crouched down beside them, an exasperated, dramatic as ever sigh poking at the ears of anyone nearby. fionn has never said he wasn't one for theatrics, especially during a lull that felt so painfully lackluster. " i'm not exactly the type to beg for warm beer — even i'm not that desperate yet — but i appreciate your gracious offer, my companion in blonde. " a flat palm to his chest in faux earnest, much of this simply gilded in irony. despite jests, even her presence alone was far more satisfying than the past eight hours, so he leaned back, hands resting flat against the concrete behind him, gaze following the direction faye's attention pointed towards. " so, what're you doin' out here, all by your lonesome ? don't you know there's a big, bad killer out there ? maybe they're especially desperate for a drink right now. "