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ELLE FANNING via Instagram

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"𝙸'𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗" 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜.

As always, send   + [ reverse ]   to reverse the actions. Multimuses specify muse.

TO NOTICE.

“ are you alright? ”

“ do you want to leave? ”

“ what do you need? ”

“ here. you were looking for this, right? ”

“ here. it’s your favorite .”

“ you forgot your ____ .”

“ you didn’t do that thing you usually do. why? ”

“ your routine changed.”

“ you didn’t sleep last night, did you? ”

“ they called again, didn’t they? ”

“___ came back, didn’t they? ”

“ you don’t like ____ . ”

“ you like ____ . ”

“ you love ____ . ”

“ of course i remembered. ”

“ i notice everything about you. ”

“ you scrunch your nose when you’re thinking … it’s cute. ”

“ you’re tapping your fingers. what’s wrong? ”

“ you seem … off, today. did something happen? ”

“ shh. they’re thinking. ”

TO BE NOTICED.

“ i didn’t know you noticed that … ”

“ you remembered. ”

“ how on earth did you remember that? ”

“ how did you know? ”

“ you know me so well. ”

“ no one knows me like you do. ”

“ - oh! i was just about to get that. ”

“ i’m glad you noticed. ”

“ i was hoping someone would notice. ”

“ you always know what i’m thinking. ”

“ hey, can you give me the - thanks. ”

“ you know me better than i know myself. ”

“ it’s kind of scary how well you know me, sometimes. ”

ACTIONS.

[ return ]   -   for the sender to put something back in it’s rightful place.

[ foresight ]   -   for the sender to complete a task that receiver regularly does because receiver was busy.

[ memory ]   -   for sender to remember a small detail about receiver’s past.

[ favorite ]   -   for sender to remember a small detail about receiver’s personal preferences.

[ boundary ]   -   for sender to reenforce receiver’s boundary so receiver doesn’t have to.

[ comfort ]   -   for sender to silently provide a comforting item/action to receiver in a time of need.

[ requirement ]   -   for sender to provide something receiver needed without asking.

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"UNTITLED (GABRIEL'S WING)" ROBERT LONGO | ICARUS PROPS, 2015 [charcoal on mounted paper | 70 x 120"]

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If this is what it feels like to be pain free, it hits Wren rather hard in an emotional sense. All she's ever known, her entire life, is pain. How it's felt like her back will splinter, how her spine will fracture. The searing burn of endless needles and injections, treatments, radiation, all of it and...this painlessness almost feels like the world has gone far too still. It feels wrong and equally so right and relieving that tears spring to her eyes.

And when she had it right, that Kiara is doing it, those tears spill past damp lashes and slide down her cheeks, beside her quivering lips. Everything softly done, her body always trained to be beautiful even in this gruesome way. Be demure, be discreet. Be beauty. Beauty is endless pain.

"It is helping." She whispers, her voice not able to travel much farther for the distraction of bliss in her body, muscles don't ache, bones don't creak. Nothing bruises anymore, or at least feels like it won't. Maybe she can feel as beautiful as her family tells her she is now. "Thank you." Eyes close and more tears spill, for it's just coming out now...an uncontrollable emotional outpour.

Usually, nobody notices when she surges her power through them. They are so caught up in their own suffering that the short alleviation is always put down to the medication, or a brief lull in their symptoms. But, evidently, Wren is different to anyone else the doctor has encountered...and not just because of the wings.

A slightly shy smile tugs at her lips at the question, and she gives a short, self-conscious nod. It's rare that she admits her powers to anyone, terrified of the reaction - terrified that she would end up in the situation that Wren herself has just escaped from. But there is no need to fear, this time.

"I have healing abilities," she murmurs, in a quiet explanation. "When I touch someone, I can take pain away and encourage the cells to heal. Is it helping?" she asks, but the way Wren is eagerly cradling her hand in both of her own makes the question seem redundant.

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There is a melancholy staining this moment though it is being easily overshadowed by a soft happiness, like a glimmer of sunlight on fresh fallen snow. Wren's lips part ever so slightly at hearing Kiara say she's felt alone, and the girl brings their clasped hands to her lips, a gentle kiss placed to Kiara's thumb before she's resting her cheek on the back of the doctor's hand for whatever comfort it can provide. And when she continues, Wren is somewhat lost for words.

This is all so new, it's difficult to take in. Thinking through what she might say that could be even remotely adequate, even though she'd been taught how to speak publicly to a certain extent, she feels too young all at once. "I'm glad you don't have to hide with me. I never want you to hide..." She muses softly, eyes opening and peeking up at Kiara with a timid smile. "It makes sense, and I don't want that to change."

She glances down at their joint hands, a shy smile tugging her lips upwards slightly at Wren's question. "I've always felt very...alone," she admits, squeezing their fingers slightly. She hardly feels like she can complain about her life to Wren, but she can at least tell the truth.

"I've never been able to be honest with anyone before, about my abilities," she admits. "I've always had to hide who I am and what I can do. But when I'm with you...I can be myself. It's like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, I don't have to hide anymore," she pauses, swallowing a little nervously. "Does that make sense?"

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✧ ELLE FANNING attends the 74th Primetime Emmy Awards (September 12, 2022)

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@kingcenred continued {xx}

While she'd initially stayed in the palace for a while, maybe a month if she could tell time correctly given she'd never been allowed to count the days other than day and night, Wren had come to really enjoy the King's company. Perhaps it was strange, inappropriate even, but he'd seemed to take to her presence even if it was just for her wings. One of the ladies who helped her dress each day said something about the King being rather taken with her, she seemed a magical creature.

Maybe it wasn't as off putting as it aught to be. Besides, he'd never seen the point of entry her wings had on her back. He hadn't had that daydream shattered.

"I fear I will never truly be free. But...perhaps I have a chance here. With you." While she meant that in a broad sense, she also meant it rather intimately too. "Might I stay a little longer? I still have trouble navigating with my wings. It's nice to have some extra eyes and hands to help me."

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@kingcenred continued {xx}

She's never been so afraid in her fragile life. And yet having begged for asylum in this strange country she'd stumbled into on exhausted legs, she couldn't tell what happened really. The cloak was heavy on her shoulders, causing pain to radiate down her wings. Maybe she tripped, maybe she fainted for a moment. Either way, when she came to, she was mortified to see what had happened, where she landed.

The room seems to be sucked dry of all noise. Her heartbeat hammers in her ears and Wren almost flinches when he touches her. A blush of embarrassment floods her cheeks either way, swallowing trying to come to rights.

"I-I'm tired, my lord." She murmurs, hair in tangles, surely she looks haggard. She feels that way, sitting on...a King's lap, even if it was unintentional. Suddenly her legs won't help her get up, though. "I'm sorry, I must've tripped. I feel so weak."

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Headcanon

Wren tends to somewhat disassociate from herself whenever she's thrown in the back of a horse trailer to be carted off to event after event.

She has no say in the matter, she is the item to be paraded. They treat her as if she isn't capable of free will, and she follows along because she doesn't want to be hurt as a consequence.

So yes, while she may be calm and collected in her gowns and splendor when she's mingling with people at various events, she is not in fact comfortable. She's afraid. The world is so big to her, so unexplored. And the fact everyone else can be free and do things of their own volition is something she only hopes she may have one day.

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give this a like for a tiny starter to get my winged child back to life

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Takako Ugachi: 'Quatre Saisons' (2020)

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Yes, she was exhausted, but something about tonight made her not quite want to sleep just yet. There was anxiety, yes, in the pit of her belly, and her wings were molting rather more than usual. Drogon often sniffed at the scattered feathers and sneezed every time, fluttering them around the room. It always made Wren laugh and scratch him behind his ears for a minute. She was pleased the dogs didn't seem to mind her. She often wondered if they could sense her in some way, the strangeness lingering in her blood and welded to her back like industrial steel.

She padded out to the porch on a whim, and it turns out she was right. She and Dany had become good friends through the liberation, as her team called it. The emotional toll was still strong, sitting on her shoulders and making her bones ache all along her spine. So she sat behind Dany on the lounge chair and rested her chin on the other's shoulder, taking in the sunset hues of orange and the dusting of pink at the top of the sky like flower petals. Eyes close and burn as she allows her temple to lean into Dany's, their hair fluttering about them in the evening breeze, lacing a chill up her arms: she moves one of her wings to help block them from the cold.

"I feel tired, my body and eyes, but my mind...won't quite let me be calm enough to sleep." Her voice is spirited away by the breeze but she doesn't move. In fact, she might even feel her body moving on its own: her arms seem to wrap around Dany to hold her tenderly. Must be an unconscious coping mechanism, this comfort. "Would you? I mean, only if you don't mind."

@adaintywrenn sent: [ REST ] — sender rests their chin on receiver's shoulder from behind

This was a bit of a risk that Daenerys was taking having liberated Wren from the scientists that she called family. They had won their case thanks to Wren’s own bravery with getting evidence put in to show the years of unethical practice her so called parents had performed. They also managed to get the logs of the company that owned the experiment as well showing the corruption from within to get them shut down. As a way to help acclimatize the girl to her new life she took Wren to her beach house that she kept for her own private getaways.

It was an adjustment for the other woman for certain but despite the feathers left on the floor from her stress molting she seemed to be settling in more each day. The sun was setting out over the ocean now on their second week here as Dany sipped at her tea she made for herself just listening to the waves. It was only the stirring of Drogon at her feet that let her know Wren had come out onto the deck with her. A little smile touched her lips as she felt her head settle on her shoulder from behind and she just leaned her head against hers.

“I bet you’re tired.” Dany said softly not moving from the position but Wren was always up even earlier than she was. Honestly she was surprised that she wasn’t already curled up in bed with the laziest of her dogs. “You had a big day today it’s okay if you want to turn in. I can come lay with you if you want… Until you fall asleep.” Which usually turned into both of them falling asleep if she was honest.

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@apurekindness cont. {xx}

In one word, in one feeling, Wren feels that is the most poetic thing anyone has ever said about her even if it's not expressly a good attribute to notice. She's been playing with her hair, tumbled over one shoulder like a flow of sunshine when Kiara reaches out and the girl notices that hesitation.

There is something they share. A wariness of touch, yet a yearning all the same.

And then, the question having flitted over her like a butterfly's flight, she notices the pain in her wings receding in a flood of heat. It hasn't gone unnoticed, far from it. Wren's quiet nature make her far more observant than other people, she takes in the details when she's hurting, taking in the world around her like she wants to drink it down before it swallows her up. "Are-are you doing that?" Her voice is soft, face as a curious child, and she peeks up at Kiara though holds her hand closer, cradling it against her collarbone, now in both of her own. "If it is, please...don't stop."

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Calcagno family burial monument at Staglieno Cemetery in Genoa, Italy. A bronze masterpiece statue lying on the steps, deposing a last flower on the grave; the personification of sorrow. Work of Adolfo Apolloni in 1904.