#south park ⋮ ✁── 𝐯. ⌜ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛⌟

[disventura]

──── Her presence at the McCormick residence transpired as her presence often did ― suddenly, and without warning. As did her question. It was of little shock how quickly it seemed Kenny had become accustomed to it, with how often she found herself lingering around him.

What could she say? Something about him gave her a sense that he was strange, a different kind of strange that others seemed to call him. A spooky kind of strange.

Of course it was interesting.

Dark eyes merely flickered between Kenny's new scar and the bright orange parka hung over the fence, before settling on his face. “ Of course I can. You may as well have chopped your head off. ”

Her gaze lingered on his face for a short moment, before she stepped to the other side of his truck to pick his parka from the fence by the shoulder of it. After turning to face him again, her hand held it out as if she was about to drop it at his feet. “ Next time you want people to disregard whatever new wound you wind up with, may I suggest keeping this eyesore of a coat on? ”

@multibg / kenny mccormick ─ continued

[disventura]

──── Kenny's mention of everyone else's lack of attention fell on suddenly deaf ears. It certainly wasn't done purposefully, though; Wednesday's eyes had widened, body had stiffened, jaw had clenched, all at just the brush of his hand against her skin.

It wasn't from fluster, either. What little color her face held would have drained or brightened if that was the case. No; this was a reaction to flashes of deep, violent reds and the sounds of cracking bones and distant ringing.

This was no future. It couldn't be. Futures always seemed so uncertain, moving too fast to realistically happen or playing out in faded color. This one was too vivid in color, the image too solid.

Kenny had already been through this.

She hadn't realized her eyes no longer saw gore until Kenny was already leaned into the engine and asking his question. To which, she merely shook the visions from her immediate memory and stepped closer to lean in next to him.

“ Intrigue. ” The simplest answer she could have given, without revealing anything she'd wanted kept close to her chest. Keeping her distance physically wasn't going to happen anytime soon, after all. But that vision, that answered nothing; frankly, it only offered more questions. “ If I recall correctly, that scar wasn't there the last time I'd seen you. It's healed unnaturally quick. ”

kenny could only stare at wednesday, bright blues flickering up and down as if staring at her would give him the answer he needed. how the fuck could she see the scars when no one else could? her moving finally, getting closer with his coat, made him snap out of whatever trace he found himself in. he took it from her hands, ignoring the feeling of his hand brushing against hers.

            ❝ . . . no one's ever said anything about them before until now. ❞

kenny wasn't sure if he should comment further, that no one ever sees them let alone mentions them. but he obviously decides against it, turning back to the open hood of his truck. he does seem to decide to toss his parka onto the ground next to him, he wasn't done with his work on the truck after all. and she'd already seen the scars, anyways. putting on the parka was pointless right now.

kenny leaned back towards the engine, continuing to mess with something in there before he spoke up again. his tone was playful, as if the previous shock never even happened.

            ❝ was there a reason you blessed me with your enchanting presence besides making fun of my coat and pointing out my scars? ❞

[disventura]

──── What had started as a sharp tongue versus a sharp tongue had seemingly jumped to a more physically aggressive approach.

Wednesday had been prepared for that. She always was ― she considered it a staple, always being prepared to fight back. The confidence in her stance and her blank pokerface expression didn't shift at all as her opponent started approaching. When Michael stepped in, however...

“ Michael, stand aside. ”

Apparently, no warning was going change his mind, as she very quickly realized. Her top lip twitched, wanting to sneer despite her instinct to keep the expressionless look on her face. There was no point in fighting Michael. Not when he was, at most times at least, a decently reliable ally.

She waited until they were far enough away from their previous predicament to speak again. “ I had the situation under control. I would have been fine. ”

@multibg / michael lee ─ continued

[disventura]

pay this post no mind, just masterposting my tags for personal reference. (wip)

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wednesday ⋮ ✁── 𝐯. ⌜𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑜𝑒⌟ riverdale ⋮ ✁── 𝐯. ⌜𝑚𝑎𝑑 𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡⌟ south park ⋮ ✁── 𝐯. ⌜ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛⌟ stranger things ⋮ ✁── 𝐯. ⌜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒⌟ vampire ⋮ ✁── 𝐯. ⌜𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ��𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑛⌟ vulcan ⋮ ✁── 𝐯. ⌜𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠⌟

my only consolation - romantic dynamic? poetry of words believe nothing you hear fiendish malevolence never settle

[disventura]

drags my hands down my face. don't look at me nobody look at me