Wren, Win
He/Him
Twenty-Six
Moved Often
Demi/Ace
Mechanic/Odd Jobs
Civilian
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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WREN WINTER
Rescuer [S]
POSTED ON Jan 6, 2024 15:47:50 GMT
Of course it was fucking cold.
He really should have charged that last client double. The ‘quick, routine, oil change’ hadn’t turned out so quick OR so routine when the oil consistency had been like a grimer’s sludge. Because he’d had to flush it out many times over, much more time had passed than he’d predicted when he’d planned out his day. By the time he’d left his client’s house, the sunset had smeared the city with hues of pink and orange.
As an aesthetic, it was beautiful. However, this golden hour was completely wasted on Wren for before stated reason:
IT WAS FUCKING COLD.
The coat that was adequate for midday wasn’t so now that evening was falling.
Ask any old man, and they would tell you: injuries acted up in bad weather. Wren walked through the city, each step growing stiffer. It was like the cold was a persistent DOT chipping away at his heath bar. His joints felt like those of a tin soldier toy that had been left to rust, hinges creaking as he stubbornly dragged one foot in front of the other.
Sylveon had long since wrapped his ribbons around Wren’s side and arm, pulling counterpoint to the best of its abilities.
But it wasn’t enough.
Wren was in a more abandoned part of the city, an obsolete area behind the shopping district he used as a shortcut to avoid crowds, when his muscles spasmed and legs gave out. He slipped, falling and crashing down the platform step he was on. Vision tinged green with pain, he hissed in a breath.
His sylveon anxiously ran around him a few times, feeling him here and there with his ribbons, and flinching back from the sensation transferred through them. With a determined look, he turned and dashed up the platform steps and through the shady-looking alleyways until he burst out onto the shopping district.
Spotting a woman and a floating pokemon, he ran around them, crying out in alarm. He ran around them a few times, reaching and tugging at the woman with his ribbons and sending signals of ‘help!’ and ‘follow’ to the pokemon. If she was willing, he would physically wrap a ribbon around her wrist and drag her the entire way to where his trainer was laying.
Elise Calcifet
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