#⋆ 𝒘. 𝑊𝐴𝐿𝑆𝐻‚ ❪ int. ❫

[talismns]

polaris movie theater, with finn walsh   /   @wiseacrs

polaris is almost always busy, so she’s lucky when wendy manages to catch the movie theater in a relatively empty state. she spots finn quickly, talking loudly and for probably too long, so she sidles up to the counter by mimicking a yawn. “jeez louise, i didn’t realize you got paid to monologue to your coworkers. shame you never discovered a love for theater.” wendy flashes a conspiratorial smile to his poor coworker, and thankfully they take the gesture for what it is: an excuse to exit the conversation. she turns back to finn. “how much longer you got? what’re the odds on you cutting out early?”

[talismns]

wendy doesn’t like lakes. truthfully, she doesn’t trust any large body of water but lakes are easily her least favorite. so, despite living in red creek all her life, she’s only been to deer lake a handful of times. it’s a good place to be alone though and she can’t remember the last time she wanted such a thing. “got something to say about red creekians?” she cocks her head, and tries her best to give away as little as possible in her features. she’s always been a little too close for comfort to the murders, and still now the gap is only narrowing. “well, bad karma’s a thing for sure, but a curse?” wendy pauses, lets the word hang in the air for a moment as she contemplates her opinion. then she shrugs and lets it fall between them. “i could be convinced of its existence. what do you think?”

to  elyse,  stranger  danger  was  nothing  more  than  a  tactical  method,  one  whose  purpose  was  to  suppress  and  illicit  that  specific  fear  of  the  outside  that  kept  kids  at  the  compound  in  line.  to  them,  now,  was  a  whole  world  was  out  there  for  exploration.  danger  was  the  cliff  one  must  leap  from  to  cross  over  to  the  side  of  connection  —  it  was  necessary  for  all  things  real,  all  things  human.  it  was  why  she  sat  here  now,  intentionally  occupying  a  seat  directly  beside  a  face  only  obscured  by  the  shade  of  night,  attuning  their  ears  to  the  ringing  of  crickets  and  splashes  of  freshwater  fish.  the  more  self-doubting  parts  of  elyse  hoped  that  her  fidgeting  and  lack  of  words  wouldn't  be  mistaken  for  meekness.  instead,  she  remained,  silence  interjected  with  momentary  glances  over  at  the  other,  some  that  lingered  while  others  did  not,  hoping  to  not  startle  them.  “  do  you  —  ”  they  began,  voice  adding  to  the  subdued  chorus  of  nighttime  noises.  “  do  you  think  people  can  -  can  be  cursed  ?  ”   

LOCATION — deer lake, sat around one of the crackling firepits

TIME — early nighttime

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