Wendigo.
That was her name, or at least what everyone called her.
They gave her other names, too, since she escaped first: Monster, demon, devil, nightmare, and much worse.
She was now trapped in the domain of a powerful priestess who called herself...
Donna snapped awake at the loud bang but since no other sounds came she just sighed, rubbing her eyes.
"I am hearing things again." She yawned, sitting up straight, having fallen asleep on her desk after finishing what she had been working on.
She felt all the 'stage fright' sort of feeling hit her the moment all was over, she had basically fled back home the moment Alcina and she finalized their plans and hadn't left since, not even opened her windows.
She thought the first day would be the worst but each passing day her anxiety and fear were choking her more and more, strangling her in their grip, fearing the moment Mother Miranda would pay an unplanned visit and see Wendy nowhere and realize what happened to Heisenberg.
And Wendy, she couldn't help but worry about all day long, worrying her appetite away and only eating when Angie would force her, always convincing her with the same sentence and it always worked even if it felt like forcing food down her throat, "Wendy wouldn't be happy if she found out you starved yourself.", there was never a moment Donna refused to eat whatever little thing Angie could prepare in those moments.
Her dreams didn't off her respite either, haunted by Wendy dying, her own death, Heisenberg, Miranda.... Her nights were worst then her waking hours.
Even the wound on her arm was a welcome reminder because it was a proof that Wendy was back just away for the moment.
She couldn't help but tell herself she'd leave, she'd use this to leave, to leave her and she'd be alone again, something she thought she wanted, alone with no one to judge but now that Wendy was in the picture that was something she never wanted to ever feel again and she hoped she would never have too.... But she still was scared.
She was a wreck, each day just wanting to go get the wendigo and bring her back but she had agreed to it, so she drowned herself in a project, something to keep her mind occupied and she worked night and day.
So concentrated on getting every detail right and how she wanted it, working all her wood crafting tools dull in her work, wanting it to resemble the real thing.
She rubbed her head, sighing, she was done with it now and it would mean days would be back to haunt her.
"You should be in bed, it is quite late."
Donna, before she even realized what happened, had stood, knocking her chair loudly down.
Her hands started trembling, not believing her eyes and unable to say a word.
"Whaaaat? Some creature got your tongue?"
She stumbled over the chair, not even taking time to avoid it, basically falling into the other woman's arms, squeezing the life out of her as she wrapped her arms around her.
"Wendigo." She whispered into her clothes, head pressed into the other woman's shoulder, being shorter then her. Hand bunching the fabric on her back, fearing letting go, not wanting her to disappear and for her to wake up again, just like how her dreams taunted her many times.
"I'm here." But this time she was squeezed back in strong, secure arms that felt real, that were actually there.
A few tears escaped, Donna was actually not dreaming this time.
"Sorry to have taking this long, got held up by a grumpy vampire."
Donna looked up, seeing Wendy hold up the veil enough to uncover her sharp mouths grin she came to love.
And, without a thought more, Donna took the moment leaning up on her tiptoes.
The veil escaped Wendy's fingers, pooling between their faces on their nose, tickling her but she didn't care, all her attention on the impulse kiss with spiking anxiety accompanied by many emotions.
Donna had read many romance books, that how her time was occupied before, many had spoken of fireworks, feeling them explode in their chest, but this, to her, was false.
To Donna it was like before now she had never lived, a flower blooming bright from a patch of mold, life finally blooming from death that wasn't even noticed, all these flowers suffocating in their sweet yet addicting smell, flowers she wished she could control like she could the rest--Wait.
All red to the face, she backed up and hid her face.
"I-I am sorry!" She whisper screamed.
She flinched but didn't move as the ground creaked under Wendy's weight as she stepped closer again, expecting a slap or something but her hands were gently grabbed and held, thumbs running over the back of them.
"Donna, look at me." That same purring, charming voice of Wendy said, making her want to refuse but how could she, nervously peaking at the veil, realizing just how much she hated behind unable to see her face, having no way of telling what she was thinking.
She wanted to pull her hands and her whole body away as Wendy leaned down so their head were the same height.
She closed her eyes, shoulders jumping up as Wendy freed one of her hands only for them her eyelids to snap open moments later, a short kiss pressed on her lips, one she didn't initiate.
She didn't even realize the veil was in the way or register the hand resting on the none scarred side of her face, all she thought about was what just happened.
"Don't be ashamed of your actions, own up to them, you never know where they might lead." A chuckle was heard in her voice, Donna turning to a tomato red.
"R-right!" She squeaked. "I-I made you something!" She quickly spun away, not able to look at her even with that veil on.
She grabbed what she crafted and held it to Wendy without looking at her.
She felt it grabbed from her hand and soon felt her veil's fabric in her hand.
Donna put it on, hiding her embarrassment with it at the moment before she dared to look over her shoulder.
"You took inspiration from somewhere." Wendy's amused smirk was seen.
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(The eye holes are smaller then the pic and the mask hides the whole front of her head.)
Wendy smiled, drumming her fingers on the wooden mask, it was all painted a mold white color, clear traces of several repaint in places so she assumed this was not the color Donna wanted for this mask initially.
It looked and felt of really good quality and it was clearly hand crafted for her.
She touched an antler, it was much much smaller then her other form's ones but it made her smile Donna had took the time to make her a new mask and one that looked like her other face, even the straps to tie it around her head were hand sown and made.
"M-maybe." Donna shyly whispered, playing with her hands as Wendy couldn't help but smile, hearing the tango her heartbeat was dancing and, for once in her life, her cold heart might have been dancing the same dance in tandem with her.
"It's perfect." She said. "Thank you mon coeur." She whispered.
"What does that mean?"
"I think you know." Wendy winked, feeling Donna's blush without seeing it.
