𝗙𝗔𝗬𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘 ⸻ Ft. Winnie Durst - Blog Posts

their  spine  feels  winnie  before  her  eyes  could  even  register  the  figure  in  their  periphery.  faye  does  not  know  what  it  is  ━━  what  makes  her  look  right  in  the  direction  that  winnie  is  coming  from  but,  truth  is,  hazel  eyes  meet  the  other  before  faye  could  even  think  about  ignoring  them.  mirth  and  mischief  (  a  pair  so  very  familiar  with  all  of  tink's  life  )  take  over  faye's  expression  in  equal  measure,  metal  can  meeting  their  lips  for  a  small  sip  once  more.  "oh,  please,  tell  me  how  you  really  feel."  a  tease,  a  jest  ━━  something  that  had  been  so  familiar  between  them  back  home.

faye  leans  back,  one  hand  holding  them  up  and  another  holding  the  beer  can.  index  finger  taps  rhythmically  as  their  eyes  taken  in  winnie  once  again  ━━  from  the  top  of  their  head  to  their  toes  and  the  smile  on  her  lips  does  not  falter  (  whether  it's  a  warm  smile,  a  playful  one  or  something  else  ━━  something  akin  to  a  predator  towards  their  prey  ).  "and  what  is  your  drink  of  choice,  winnie?" now, a smirk. mischief clear in her eyes as she speaks next.  "i'm  a  bartender,  i  can  whip  you  something  up  if  you  want  to  break  into  the  trip  trap."

while staying indoors could be seen as the logical option considering the news, winnie was beyond antsy. being cooped up indoors had always felt some sort of suffocating ever since she could remember. a quick walk wouldn't hurt them right ? why would a murderer care for her anyway. and the idea that the fable herself were guilty was laughable. the only person she killed was still alive and well. so she trudged along to an undetermined location, letting her mind wander to whatever escapist fantasy settled the nerves in her body. that was, until they spotted her. reality snapping sharply back into focus.

why winnie's feet took her in the direction of the other blonde she'd never know. maybe it was an old habit, instinct, or their arguable penchant for punishment. whatever the case may be, now they found themself standing with arms crossed firmly, right in front of faye. " anyone who would accuse you of such a thing would be out of their mind. " words leaving a little more charged that originally intended. something that happened on occasion whilst in the other's company. " plus, not my drink of choice anyway. "