the lilac sky

                    it’s not often that kenny finds themselves trekking out into the middle of nowhere for the sake of offering company to someone they idolized. wendy testaburger was a very special exception. seeing how much she’d been through & how much she shifted around for the past couple years left the blond teen stuck with a constant concern for the poor girl. she’d always been someone they looked up to & cheered for from the sidelines — & they didn’t want to seem like a bad friend for never coming around. at the same time, they didn’t wanna seem like they pitied her or something — so they kept their distance in talking to her directly when she was around the school. it’s times like this where they weren’t planning on attending class past lunch anyways that they can run off to find a friend they’d wish to support. when the door opens, a smile is already present on their face , holding up something in their hands.

                    ❝     wendy   !!   hey , i’m really sorry if i caught you off guard , but i had something i wanted to give you — .     ❞     sitting in their hands is a poorly wrapped package , within it being a small assortment of home - made cookies   (   courtesy of karen   )   that kenny had picked out specifically to give the other.

      “ oh no - it’s no big DEAL. “

   her words catch a bit as she takes in the package sitting in their hands. for HER? why? there is a brief moment where she does not move -- though that genuine smile remains upon her features. has she gotten to such a POINT where she is questioning someone she has known her WHOLE life? how silly and ALARMING. but it can be remedied. 

             “ there’s really no NEED to give me anything, KENNY. i’m simply happy to see you. but i DO appreciate it. “

     and that is a TRUTH. though it was not as if she talked to them often enough to feel a TRUE kinship, kenny did have something of a SOFT spot in her heart. so MANY people did -- that was part of the problem. she worried about so many people, KENNY included because of all of his situations. but she still takes a step back to gesture for them to enter.

     south park had never been KNOWN for it’s distinct abundance of things to do on a saturday afternoon. this was why wendy USUALLY spent them reading or bingewatching whatever show she happened to be feeling that week instead of going out. but she had been feeling COOPED up -- and some fresh air would certainly not hurt.

    wendy is SCARCELY ready for company -- after all it is very RARE that she receives it in her new home in the woods. it was a PART of why her cabin is her salvation, she can be alone and NOT screw everything up. but that does not mean she is RUDE or anything. at the sound of knocking at her door ( a surprise because it was a time she was SKIPPING class ) she had dropped what she was doing to open the door DESPITE her disheveled appearance -- sweatpants, violet hair piled upon her head in a messy bun. her head tilts, eyes widening SLIGHTLY at the fact that it’s a classmate. she stands still for a moment before offering a WARM smile.

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      Parties weren’t really Kenny’s “thing” anymore, nor had they ever really been his “thing”. He was social when he chose to be, or had to be, and while it didn’t exactly drain him to sit around a bunch of drunkards high off weed and hormones, it was awkward when all the conversation he had to contribute had all to do with another crazy car mechanic story, and less to do with whatever recent scandal had taken over the high school’s gossiping halls.

      Within the hour, he’d excused himself quietly by stealing a magazine out of the bathroom and plopping himself on those same seats. Kenny mock-licked a page to turn before bothering to glance over, wondering if she’d hear him at all from all the deafening party noise still filtering out through the house’s walls.

                       [✞] “ Drunk, or was the bed occupied by the drunks? “

     tired as she may be -- she was always EASY to rise from sleep in places outside of her own. such is the reason why she JUMPS when kenny suddenly speaks from beside her, a sound of surprise exiting her lips before a VIVID blush covers her cheeks. how LAME -- being caught off guard like that. once her heart rate lowers she looks over at him, composed once again.

        “ NEITHER. i was warm so i came out here. i must have fallen asleep. WHOOPS. “

     wendy gives a little laugh before she REALLY looks at him. it’s strange, she didn’t think he was the kind of person to skip out of parties. but then again, how well did she really know him? from inside the house she can hear bebe searching for her -- but she does not WISH to go back in just yet. and so she keeps her icy gaze upon kenny instead.

    at first, he didn’t notice her- earbuds in. he jumped a  bit, when she spoke, tugging out one of the buds. 

     “oh, hey wendy. yeah, i was- hang on.” he shifted, tugging out his planner- writing things down always helped him remember it better anyway. “here we go. uhh next friday it looks like. where were you? doing okay?” 

     kyle has his own things going on- the brace on his knee enough proof of that- but he wasn’t too busy to check in on someone who was a friend. he offered here a small smile. he wasn’t trying to pry, or play the whole are you okay can you be trusted alone card- he genuinely wanted to make sure she was doing alright as she could be. 

          “ thanks! i was just at home, i had a cold. no big DEAL. “

   a lie -- but wendy already knows that she does not look GREAT today due to her distinct lack of sleep. she assumes he will believe it, seems like everyone else was willing to believe that her physical health had simply declined after supposedly getting her appendix removed. but as it IS -- this information gives the crucial idea that she still has a few days still before she MUST return.

    a concerned look appears upon her face as her gaze shifts to the brace upon his leg. her head tilts -- genuine worry filling her. it was a GOOD way to shift the attention from herself, but she would ALWAYS worry about the well-being of others over herself.

Christophe took a deep breath. Despite everything, he had the feeling of suspicion. Something was being hidden from him; and yet he found himself unsure as to what.

He was, first and foremost, in both his years gone by and - with a lot more skill - recent days, a specialist in covert operations. Be it breaking into secure areas, finding out secrets that were never intended to see the light of day; or even just breaking past the abysmal efforts that passed for ‘security’ in this modern age, it was something he was skilled at.

Wendy’s attempts of deflection were skillful, and evidently fitting - but as a man whom had his continued existence rely on paranoia, he wasn’t buying it.

“Mon cherie, I understand. Sleep is deeply important.”

A small sigh, as he took yet another drag of his omnipresent cigarette.

“Important enough that both you and I know you would not miss it for trivial purposes such as classes. It may be a lack of sleep; but for people like us that is a bigger issue. So, mademoiselle - what is it that is draining you so?”

           why could he not just LEAVE it be? it should be obvious by now that she doesn’t want to speak about it. there was no way that someone as ‘PERFECT’ as her would ever let it slip that she was acting so blearily because of a MINOR pill addiction, when she should actually be no where NEAR such medications due to past problems. no WAY could she tell the truth.

      and so -- she opts out once again, a small smile on her face followed by a VAGUELY nervous little laugh. her hand has risen to her hair, pale fingers trailing through the violet locks as she ATTEMPTS to work out what to say.

       “ you’re right there. sleep is VERY important. um, but honest. i just have a LOT on my mind lately. i get why you might be worried, it makes perfect sense. but really. i’m FINE. “

          a LIE but she could use it to push past all of this by opening the path to a different kind of DISCUSSION. she does not UNDERSTAND just how he has managed to latch onto one of her biggest WEAKNESSES but it is something she will avoid. and so when she speaks up again there is a VAGUELY forced cherriness in her voice. 

Christophe took a moment, while the pounding torrent of rage and anger was out of his mind, to take in Wendy’s appearance.

He had many memories of her, after all - past memories of stories from a friend long gone, present memories of the sadness and the sheer suffering that was her life.

He took a moment to compose himself, taking a deep pull from his cigarette; for courage and for calm. He intentionally dove into the reserves within himself; pulling on memories and feelings he had long since buried under misguided claims and apathy.

“While I may have been speaking about the intrinsic link between both organised religion and natural greed, mon amie, I am more concerned as to you.”

A small pause, in which he took a drag of his cigarette, allowing it to sink in.

“The Wendy I remember would not allow herself to “zone out”, especially when faced with such a trivial argument.” Another momentary pause. “I must inquire as to you for that reason, after all.”

His eyes were a piercing stare; one full of intent and purpose. He was not going to be fobbed off by a simple answer as easily as one might expect.

       darn -- that was a topic that she would have spoken about pretty intensively. after all, she had sworn off of religion because of the evils associated with it. not that she would expect him to know such a thing. that really had dug her into a hole in some ways. why had he decided to walk up to her in such a TOTALLY compromising situation?

         and even more, she is AMAZED by his perceptiveness. they did not SPEAK often -- and so the fact that he had such a solid perception of her was kind of incredible despite the fact that it makes her SICK. like she would actually speak of what was going on -- there was no way. instead, she tilts her head just slightly.

        “ your’re right. i don’t normally zone out like this, especially when there is something i’m passionate about. i guess it’s just my lack of sleep these past few days. my classes have been keeping me up pretty regularly, you KNOW? but that’s pretty normal. no need for worry. “

     so maybe her nights of LITTLE sleep caught up to her. this instance? at a HUGE party bebe was throwing. wendy had not been quite feeling it, but she had shown up nonetheless as a sort of MORAL support, even if she was quickly forgotten in the ensuing drunkenness. personally, she had only had a little to drink, not ENOUGH to truly effect her. but she had needed a BREAK from the madness after a while.

     𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘​;;– On nights that were especially quiet like this? Yeah, Tweek could get behind seeing the want to take a little stroll down the streets of the town. And it wasn’t like there was really anyone to stop her from doing so. It sounded nice when he took a moment to think about it. Actually, it sounded like a fantastic idea.

    ‘ Tonight has been pretty quiet, all things considered. ‘ He paused briefly, catching himself in a yawn before pushing on. ‘ Would it be alright if I join you? I uhh… I need to walk off the rest of my energy before I go home and try to get any kind of sleep. ‘

     He didn’t really expect her to say yes. The offer was on the table, figuring walking buddies would be fun. Plus, safety in numbers and all.

    she has to ADMIT that she is surprised that he wants to join her. it’s not that they don’t get along per say, it’s moreso of the fact that they don’t speak very often. but perhaps walking with someone else will tire her out even MORE, and allow for her to get some sleep herself without the aid of medicine. besides, now that she has come across him -- she finds herself DESIRING more conversation.

            “ yeah, definitely. i wouldn’t mind at all -- in fact it sounds like a great idea. it really does kill extra energy, and it isn’t often i find someone else out this late -- i would be a fool not to jump at this opportunity. “

      her words are warm, as is her SMILE. despite whatever turmoil she has going on, it was normal for her to be kind to others -- old habits die hard. but she supposed if it was someone else, like cartman, she would have reacted differently. as it is she is ready to keep going -- and so she begins to walk again.

Christophe was nervous. Not in the normal way; but he had just intentionally thrown out some intensely flawed arguments that he himself knew to be easy. And he knew they were the sort of arguments even the fatass could counteract. While the constant stream of hate and dismay the Church would throw at the world was a constant pulse driving him on, he put it aside.

His eyes drilled into her own, just for a moment, his cigarette momentarily forgotten; his constant rage against the world fading from an immense shout to a inner beat.

“Are you okay, mon amie?” He took a moment to glance at her against, his look fading from one of intent to one of care.

“I merely ask because even I know the Argumentum ad misericordia is something you would see and stop.”

        “ of course i am -- i just kind of zoned out a bit. sorry, that was kind of rude of me. “

     her words are AUTOMATIC, and though they are filled with a real REMORSE over missing what he had actually said -- wendy does not like how quickly he has had to ask her if she is okay. she needs to work HARDER to conceal herself fading away. and so, she lets a SMILE slip onto her face, intended to be filled with reassurance.

      a pale hand reaches to pull through the violet locks as she momentarily tries to figure out what to say, having no TRUE idea of what he had been speaking of. it would be rude to pretend as such even further.