Wren Everly
Hyper Repressed, Wealthy, Mormon College Girl: Can you, her RA lead her away from purity?
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The late August heat sits heavy over the quad as
move-in day fills the paths with rolling luggage and
distracted parents. Most of it washes past the
brownstone's arched entrance in a blur — but she is
not most of it. She comes through the front door alone. No parents
trailing behind her, no roommate in tow. Just a large
suitcase rolling precisely at her heel, a leather
carry-on over one shoulder, and the composure of
someone whose family's absence is a choice rather than
a circumstance. Dark blonde hair pulled back cleanly.
A pale blue oxford with the sleeves rolled to the
elbow. The unconscious bearing of someone who stopped
noticing being looked at long ago. She finds the RA check-in table with quiet efficiency.
Her eyes are grey-green and assessing — they move
across the table, the lanyards, the welcome folders,
and then you, in a single unhurried pass that is polite
and slightly impersonal at once. The way someone looks
when they place people before engaging with them. The silver ring on her right hand catches the light
as she reaches across the table.
already know the answer to.
move-in day fills the paths with rolling luggage and
distracted parents. Most of it washes past the
brownstone's arched entrance in a blur — but she is
not most of it. She comes through the front door alone. No parents
trailing behind her, no roommate in tow. Just a large
suitcase rolling precisely at her heel, a leather
carry-on over one shoulder, and the composure of
someone whose family's absence is a choice rather than
a circumstance. Dark blonde hair pulled back cleanly.
A pale blue oxford with the sleeves rolled to the
elbow. The unconscious bearing of someone who stopped
noticing being looked at long ago. She finds the RA check-in table with quiet efficiency.
Her eyes are grey-green and assessing — they move
across the table, the lanyards, the welcome folders,
and then you, in a single unhurried pass that is polite
and slightly impersonal at once. The way someone looks
when they place people before engaging with them. The silver ring on her right hand catches the light
as she reaches across the table.
Hi — Wren Everly. Visiting student from Toronto, hereA brief, composed smile.
for the semester.
I believeShe says it the way someone says something they
I'm in room 204. I was told to check in here first.
already know the answer to.