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once was a wendy bird
My name is Wendy Moira Angela Darling. But most people just call me Wendy. I'm from London, but I've been to and from a magical place called Neverland where I went on adventures with Peter Pan and the Lost boys as a young girl. Now I've grown up, and...
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to be loved by you is soft and sweet. your heart is wide open, and it's easy to get lost in all the hope that's in there. maybe you haven't had the easiest go of it in life, but you love like you have nothing left to lose.
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"I know." she whispered in return. It was his way of loving her. Wendy knew that if she said stay? He would, and that was a power and trust she did not take lightly. So when she asked him? She needed to be sure it was required.
"You know ...." she started as she set the drink down to shimmy into G's old sweats. "I genuinely. I..." the façade beginning to crack. "I don't know what I did.... to deserve you...."
Gareth studied her for a moment. No. No, she wouldn't tell him. Wendy was as stubborn as him; she would sit through the pain without letting anyone know. She didn't want to bother him, or anyone else, and instead chose to bottle up the feelings. Put on a smile and return to normal.
What pained him, was that he couldn't do anything about it.
He nodded his head and tightened his grip on her hand. "Just know I'm always here for you," he reminded her quietly before leading the way upstairs, still holding the glass in his other hand.
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SENSES & OTHER SPECIFIC HEADCANONS.
MUSE: Wendy Moira Angela Darling
what does your muse smell like?
Given her profession, Wendy rarely wared any strong perfume or scents as patients can often be allergic. Though on her off days, her favorite scent to wear is Bosca Vanilla Forte by Guerlain. Described as the intensity if a sun-kissed vanilla, wrapped in a driftwood accord.
what do your muse’s hands feel like?
Soft.... as a nurse you'd think her hands would be calloused, but they remain soft. Though dry from the constant washing, and gloves she wears. She has lotion in a few places in her home to try and combat this. Her nightly routine includes massaging her hands and feet with lotion .
what does your muse usually eat in a day?
Wendy normally eats fairly healthy, buttered toast and a protein shake for breakfast, lunch is whatever they serve in the hospital cafeteria (she usually finds some teriyaki something or other, unless she's feeling cheeky and goes for the pizza), and dinner is usually a chicken or roast she made and is slowly making her way through the leftovers..
does your muse have a good singing voice?
Yes, she does. Wendy sings in the shower, hums constantly, but is most likely singing to children when she takes shifts in the children's ward at hospital.
does your muse have any bad habits or nervous tics?
Wendy will mother everyone else, but herself. She'll ensure everyone around her is properly fed and taken care of despite the fact she'll forget to feed herself. She will also be so concerned with making sure that everyone is okay to the point it is self-destructive.
what does your muse usually look like/wear?
Scrubs. Always scrubs, or some athlesiure. Though she does adore the occcasionally dressing up, but you'd be hard pressed to find her in anything expensuve.
**Verse Specific: G's old SAS sweaters, and or shirts are often her go to clothes to relax in. He may be missing a woolen jumper or two from his side of the closet. @dontcxckitup
is your muse affectionate? how much? how so?
Wendy's love language is touch, and quality time. So she will often touch their shoulder, caress their cheek, or simply sit in silence with them in a room while reading books near a fire. Wendy doens't often say the words, but when she loves you? You know.
what position does your muse sleep in?
Usually on the couch with a book fallen to the floor. She often likes to be the little spoon pulling the arm of whomever she is with around her like a protective shield, but despite her small stature she will often try and become that shield herself.
could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?
No, if you can hear Wendy from another room? Run.
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She loved him, every ounce of her being loved every ounce of his. His small smile, his small declaration of love in as you wish. It was simple, pure, and perfect. Right now? In this moment she could ignore the file she could still see in her peripheral vision and playfully she pulled him up and out of the couch.
"I promise....." she started softly. "If I need to get away I will tell you." This was the tricky part though, she wasn't lying to G. She never could, not intentionally. Wendy was lying to herself, as the information she received was still churning in her subconscious.
He took the glass, but didn't drink just yet. Instead he kept watching Wendy, studying her. It wouldn't be an issue to leave London for a few days; he did have the weekend off, and there were no important appointments on Monday, either. Nothing he couldn't push.
His fingers curled around hers before he stood up, a small smile returning to his features. He loved seeing her in his old jumpers and t-shirts; they suited her.
"As you wish." He smiled, and lifted the glass to his lips to take a sip. "But if you need to leave the city for a while, we can. I don't have to go to the office this weekend."
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"Don't leave me here..."
"I'm sorry....." She whispered, the blood flowing from her abdomen weakening by the minute. The pain coming in waves as if the ocean of death was crashing against her. Reaching up to caress his cheek softly trying to will herself to live. If she could she'd give anything to stay. Tears forming in her eyes not wanting to go, to leave him their son.
Trying to smile, to take in the face of the man she loved. An image to hold for eternity. "I love you Gareth Mallory........ my G...." but she knew..... she knew what he had endured already having lost a wife, and now to lose her? She wasn't sure he would survive it.
Wendy decided there was only two things left to do......
"Protect Michael......" she whispered as the darkness around her vision closed in. But it wasn't really a request, or a desire. It was an order to a soldier, a duty. So long as Michael Arthur was alive, so must G protect their son. Second?
She leaned up and kissed the man she loved with the last strength she had. Still in his embrace, her lips upon his own Wendy Moira Angela Darling, wife and mother fell limp. An angel now protecting both men who made her heart.
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If My Muse was dying in Your Muse’s arms, what would your muse tell mine?
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Returning to his side she handed him the double Courvoisier with a soft smile before her brows furrowed at his question. "Leave London?" she took a sip of the cognac before placing the glass against her throat. "I must be on the verge of a nervous breakdown if your voluntarily offering to leave London....." the joke forced, the brave mask in place. "Maybe, but there's a lot to consider we can't just up and leave G.... you have responsibilities here........ but thank you...." offering her free hand to help him out the couch.
"Right now.... I want to steal your SAS sweater that drowns me and be held in your arms."
Gareth sat up and leaned back into the sofa's cushions, still watching Wendy carefully. She was way too calm. He wished she really was; that what they had read in that file hadn't affected her - but he knew better. If she didn't break down tonight, he knew she would tomorrow. And he could only hope he wasn't at work at that time, because he needed to be there for Wendy.
"Do you...want to take some time off this weekend? Just leave London for a while?"
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The groan, the punctuated requests. She couldn't help but softly smile. "I'll make them doubles." she said with a nod of satisfaction. The smile and the carry forward attitude was easy to manage but the slight shake in her hand was not. She chalked it up to exhaustion, but she also knew her heart and mind were at war and she wasn't sure which would win.
Only when Wendy moved, so did Gareth. Groaning as he tried to sit up properly. Really, he was getting too old for sleeping on the sofa...
"Oh. Yes. Please." He offered her a soft smile, watching her. How she was doing it was beyond him. Standing up straight still after everything she had gone through.
"Go for the strong one. Courvoisier."
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"Desperately." she responded with a soft smile. It wasn't often she needed a drink. She enjoyed one every now and again but right now? In this moment, she needed something stronger to help her sleep.
"Want me to pour you one too?" she asked stretching as she finally extricated her self from the couch.
It surprised him, actually. Then again...Wendy had always been stronger than she made it seem. Stronger than him, even, he dared say.
Though right now they both obviously needed something more comfortable. He couln't help the smile, and nodded his head.
"Do you want a drink before going to bed?"
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Leaning into his touch with a small smile she hummed at his next question. "Conflicted...but at the same time?" Her nose gently brushing against his own. "At peace knowing the truth if that makes sense...." Shifting she looked towards him.
"Though.... I could use our own bed instead of the couch...."
Gareth was just about to doze off, finally, when he felt Wendy startle in his arms. He jolted as well, tightening his grip on her for a moment before loosening it again quickly.
Frowning, he brought his hand up to gently brush some strands of hair from her face.
"No...don't apologise." He offered her a small, tired smile. Yes, his back was aching from the strange position he was lying in; yes, he was tired; and yes, he had to be up early the next day to go to work and attend a few important meetings.
But Wendy was his priority. She would always be.
"How...how are you feeling?" Terrible, he figured.
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What had started off as a peaceful goodbye, let Wendy's brain finally fill in the blanks of her brothers final days. Her mind replaying the final in movie form, before her brother looked to her. Smiling, and telling her it was okay. Let me go........
Tears forming in sleep, before waking with a start as pain, loss, and anger started to flood her system and still there..... holding her tight was G.
"Sorry....." she whispered, slightly feeling guilty for the awkward position and sleeping on the couch. Knowing he was tired, and likely had a long day ahead tomorrow.
The silence in the room, the constant drumming of the rain against the windows - it was tiring. But still Gareth stayed awake. It was for Wendy, so she would see him, notice him being there, in case she had nightmares.
And he was sure she would have those. Everything Wendy had learned about her brother's death...it was a lot for a mind to comprehend. Even for him.
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It was simple in these moments. When the world faded away to silence. Just the sounds of their home echoing. The rain as it hit the window, the fire in the fire place. Just simple. A man and a woman.
It was here she fell so swiftly into a dream that felt as if it were real...... a chance to say good bye to Michael even if only a dream. When she woke, she'd ask G if she could burn the file, the final act of letting go.
When Wendy rested her head against his chest, Gareth shifted as well, moving until he was half-lying, half-sitting, leaned against the sofa's cushions. Arms still around her, fingers splayed on her back. It was in those quiet moments he realised what was at stakes whenever he went to work; why he was doing his job. Why the world needed protection.
That world, for him, was Wendy.
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It was not a strange thing between them. Silence. They did not need words or the trimmings of conversation. In that peace they knew and understood one another. She understood the struggle G must be enduring knowing that he had brought grief to her, and yet the resolution of so much pain and struggle of not knowing. He knew Wendy could not encourage him in his desire to protect, but nor could she beg him to run the other way. To not be a hero.
What they had was understanding, love, comfort, home in one another however it was formed. That bond was unbreakable.
Shifting back to law upon his chest, she kissed his cheek softly before laying her head down to listen to the steady rhythm of his heart beat, and breathing. It was her greatest comfort knowing how many times she had nearly lost him, or that she could at any moment. It was the reminder he was there with her.
He gently rubbed his hands over Wendy’s back, trying to soothe her a bit. Give her comfort.
Perhaps she was right. Perhaps she wouldn’t have understood back then; but when had it changed? When she had got together with him?
Protecting people – it was their nature. In their blood. His as much as hers, and Michael had been no different. And somehow Gareth believed she wouldn’t ever tell him to stop.
Frankly, Gareth didn’t know what to say now. Anything felt wrong, like a record played again and again. So instead he just tightened his grip on Wendy.
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His voice warmed her, but didn't calm her fear of losing him to his desire to protect. Memories of him jumping in front of a shooter on live tv at a defense hearing flooding her memory. Though she couldn't judge. How often has she been attacked by a patient stepping between them and another nurse.
"No...." she shook her head softly. "We.....I wouldn't have understood then." she corrected herself. "He protected what he loved....... Just as I would have. As you would have I'm sure had you been given the chance."
Back then, at the time of his capture, he and Wendy had just been friends – albeit with feelings for each other they both had kept secret. It would have been easier for her to get over him if he had died then. Or so he thought.
Now, however, things looked different. Now he couldn’t just decide to sacrifice his life for someone else; he had to put his entire life and Wendy into consideration. They weren’t just two people in a relationship – they were one.
His gaze found Wendy’s, and Gareth shook his head. “I’m sorry, I—” He sighed. “I’m sorry you had to learn about your brother like this. They should have told your family face to face back then.”
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“I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I'm afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I'd take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you'd forget me.”
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The way her body immediately shot up to look at him, despair in her eyes. Wendy understood the burden G had when it came to what he had endured, and knew more than most realized just how deep those scars ran.
"Gareth....." his name a whisper. The memories flooding of those months had had simply been missing. As Michael's sister she knew what had happened, at the time G and Wendy? She wouldn't have been entitled to any information.
She wanted to tell him not to ever say that, but she knew the guilt he carried. Wendy also knew that he'd go back and trade his life for that of his team in an instant. Torn was what she felt. The last thing Wendy wanted, or could endure was Gareth abandoning her to sacrifice for those he led but it was one of the reasons she loved him so.
But perhaps it should have been Michael, not him. It should have been Michael and his team, not just his team. It should have been Gareth's team - not just Gareth.
But the past couldn't be changed. The clock couldn't be turned back. Those things had happened, and they all had to live with it.
It was only a crumb of comfort to know that he was still alive, and Michael wasn't. It was unfair, wasn’t it?
“I should have been in his place.” The words had slipped him before Gareth was able to stop himself.
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Confessing & Leading To A Confession Dialogue Prompts
“Look, I know I’m not what your dream partner would’ve looked like, but I think we could work.”
“Fuck, I… I think I’m in love with you.”
“This is gonna sound crazy, but what if we… y’know got together?”
“Whenever I see you with someone else I can’t help but feel hurt."
“There isn’t anyone else but me! I’m the one!”
"There's a reason why I kissed you, idiot."
“No, wait, I have something to tell you.”
"I don't know... but I feel a lot of different things when I look at your face."
“How could you be so blind? I’m right here.”
"Don't make me say it out loud."
"My attention is always undivided for you"
"There's something I've been keeping from you."
"You already know what I'm about to say."
"I want to be more than what this is."
"I don't go around telling everyone these things you know."
"It's real this time. Not a fleeting love."
"You're my priority."
"Don't feel ashamed, it's mutual."
"But I don't want them, I want you."
"You need me just as much as I need you."
"Our future-- or-- I mean..."
"Is that door locked properly?" "Yeah." "Okay, I need to get this off my chest now."
"Sorry I've been avoiding you. I knew we couldn't see each other if I couldn't keep myself under control."
"It's not your fault I got all these ideas in my head."
"Maybe I'm crazy, but I started to imagine what I'd do without you and I really couldn't"
"Just promise to return I have something I need to share with you."
"Had I known all this would've happened, I would've told you the truth from the start."
"I was thinking about it and I've decided it's best if I just told you everything."
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