#lissy: mens rea

[wren--phillips]

mens rea | lissy & wren {ruina rex: funeral}

@lissy-mccall​​​

{As the day of the funeral progresses and people start gathering for the wake, Wren starts to feel increasingly more uneasy. He hadn’t had much contact with Kaiser and therefore can’t really relate to those in mourning, although the rumours surrounding his death have left him rather rattled. No, the worst thing about the entire situation is the helplessness. Wren feels entirely and utterly helpless and he hates it.

Aside from wanting to impress his parents and keep up the overachieving legacy of his family, Wren had become a doctor for one very simple reason: helping others. It’s cliché and earns him dumbfounded looks whenever he mentions it, but it’s the truth. What other motive could he possibly have had for putting himself through the hell of med-school if not to achieve something close to his heart? He could have quit after the accident - and maybe he should have - but he hadn’t. He’d continued onwards, dragged himself across the finish line on all fours, because he’s always known deep down that there’s nothing else for him.

The funeral had been miserable but the wake is even worse. Everywhere Wren looks he sees suffering, resentment, pain. It engulfs the room, suffocating and heavy; a suitably morbid atmosphere for a group mourning not just the loss of a man but the loss of a voice. It’s almost enough to make him wish he were high, just to ease some of the guilt.

At some point, from the corner of his eye, he catches a flash of blonde hair. As he makes to turn, he finds himself face to face with a very familiar frown.}

Ah, Lissy. Hello. It’s good to see you again. How are you holding up?