Who: wanda and others When: april & may Where: solvunn, horizon What: catch-all for the month, closed and open prompts within. Warnings: none at the moment, will mark as needed.
[ steve gives himself a moment or two longer to let that all spin wildly around in his head before he can't take it anymore. before he just places this as one more thing he can't think too hard about and he'll be fine. wanda is just wanda, and it's not the nineteen eighties here, so why should it matter?
he breathes, shakes his head, and decides to - instead - focus on the food. the chicken, the mashed potatoes, the...god. the rolls. he eats a bit like a teenage boy for another few moments, and when the coke appears, his eyes go a little wide.
steve doesn't hesitate for even a minute, reaching for the can and taking a long, appreciative drink. ]
Holy fuck that's good. [ and his voice does sound a bit awestruck. when steve turns back to wanda, he's definitely grinning, looking probably a lot more like the twenty year old he actually is and a lot less like whatever it was she approached on this creekside not that long ago. ]
Thank you. [ and he means it, really and truly. he takes another long drink from the can before he's reaching for the food again. ] God- I wish I knew you could do this like, months ago. Or remembered it. Jesus christ.
[wanda thinks it’d be more impressive if she could actually make the fried chicken and the rolls after spending some time in the kitchen, herself, but suppose that magic is even more exciting for some.
she leans to the side, bumping shoulders with him.]
—you’re welcome.
[he’ll know now, at least, that he can always come to her if he’s craving something from home that isn’t the usual farmstead meal.]
I could probably have more things like this for you lot. I know Americans are very particular about their sugary breakfasts. [cereals, she means.] Nero, Himeka and I are going to build a place of our own outside the settlement. I can have the pantry full of whatever snacks you want.
[it’s not much, but perhaps this is something that can help steve with that process of overcoming the experience back in the pit.]
[ she should take it as a compliment, before steve means it as one. making it in the kitchen versus making it by magic doesn't really feel all that different when it's been as long as it has since he's had...what feels like an actual meal.
listen, he's a child of the eighties, he doesn't really have a palette. but this right here is a godsend. the bump to his shoulder has steve's attention back once more, and then he's grinning, pushing back.
it's night and day, the difference he feels from when she first found him on this rock. all he can smell is the chicken, the sides, the vague underpinning of something that is only and wholly wanda. he feels a bit like he's relaxed for the first time in months, like himself. ]
You can? Rea- [ but then he stops, or rather he seems to only just then seems to have understood the other part of her comment there. it stills him, not in a bad way but rather his focus has shifted. ]
[the idea of moving was met with resounding agreement between all those involved; declan would be married, they needed the space in gardsbruk farm. it was a no brainer, to establish themselves in a place they could call home, to allow it to be a place that brought respite to the other summoned.
wanda is glancing out at the brook, pulling a knee up to wrap her arms around, leaning into it.]
Just out of the settlement, by those lakes that you can see over the hill. [so, it’s not necessarily far, even if the road there is long.] It’s not like I won’t be around, anyway. [at this, she turns her face towards him, a small smile on her features.] I can teleport back and forth—and, besides, wouldn’t it be nice to have a place we could, what is it you’d call it, chill and hang around at? Watch some TV, have an actual shower, eat Fruit Loops and KFC whenever we want?
[that is to say,]
We’ll have a guest room and space for others, too.
[ and he doesn't mean anything by his tone, even if there is a kind of...weight. and she mentions the lake over the hills and steve looks in that direction. objectively, yeah, he knows that isn't far. he knows it's not like they're suddenly disappearing. it just also feels...he's not sure.
he hadn't realized he was going to suddenly lose access to both nero and wanda in one go. and yes, okay, that's kind of dramatic. he's being a child about it, thinking in that way. and steve knows that isn't fair, either, which is why he nods. takes a breath. tries to just move right passed that feeling and offer wanda a smile. ]
No that's great- you all have been here a while too, I'm sure you want your own space. And I know it'll look cool, if you're the one building it.
—you'll come around to help, won't you? Building it, that is.
[even if he is feeling a little dramatic in the idea of 'losing access' to two people he's gotten used to, wanda can understand the sentiment. it's pushing towards something that is slightly different from the norm. it's perfectly normal to feel askew about it.
better than he knows now than later, but.
he can be part of it.
by teasing him.]
We're going to need strong guys to carry logs and planks around.
Uh- yeah, sure. If you need the help. [ he hadn't really considered the combination of people moving into that place to need help, but he's definitely not going to say no.
but it's the strong guys to carry logs and planks around and steve huffs, a half laugh and a half sigh, recognizing when he's being teased. ]
Uh-huh, I'm sure you will. But I'll still come by. Would be cool to see how you do it all.
[he's still eating the magically conjured fried chicken boxed meal, so wanda is gentle when she lightly bumps at his arm with her shoulder, keeping her hands on her knees and turning to him with a smile.]
I'll be happy to see you there, Steve.
[wanda understands that he is still processing a lot of what happened back in the pit, so it's a slow healing process.
and she won't mind, sitting here with him, keeping him company while he eats.]
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[ steve gives himself a moment or two longer to let that all spin wildly around in his head before he can't take it anymore. before he just places this as one more thing he can't think too hard about and he'll be fine. wanda is just wanda, and it's not the nineteen eighties here, so why should it matter?
he breathes, shakes his head, and decides to - instead - focus on the food. the chicken, the mashed potatoes, the...god. the rolls. he eats a bit like a teenage boy for another few moments, and when the coke appears, his eyes go a little wide.
steve doesn't hesitate for even a minute, reaching for the can and taking a long, appreciative drink. ]
Holy fuck that's good. [ and his voice does sound a bit awestruck. when steve turns back to wanda, he's definitely grinning, looking probably a lot more like the twenty year old he actually is and a lot less like whatever it was she approached on this creekside not that long ago. ]
Thank you. [ and he means it, really and truly. he takes another long drink from the can before he's reaching for the food again. ] God- I wish I knew you could do this like, months ago. Or remembered it. Jesus christ.
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[wanda thinks it’d be more impressive if she could actually make the fried chicken and the rolls after spending some time in the kitchen, herself, but suppose that magic is even more exciting for some.
she leans to the side, bumping shoulders with him.]
—you’re welcome.
[he’ll know now, at least, that he can always come to her if he’s craving something from home that isn’t the usual farmstead meal.]
I could probably have more things like this for you lot. I know Americans are very particular about their sugary breakfasts. [cereals, she means.] Nero, Himeka and I are going to build a place of our own outside the settlement. I can have the pantry full of whatever snacks you want.
[it’s not much, but perhaps this is something that can help steve with that process of overcoming the experience back in the pit.]
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listen, he's a child of the eighties, he doesn't really have a palette. but this right here is a godsend. the bump to his shoulder has steve's attention back once more, and then he's grinning, pushing back.
it's night and day, the difference he feels from when she first found him on this rock. all he can smell is the chicken, the sides, the vague underpinning of something that is only and wholly wanda. he feels a bit like he's relaxed for the first time in months, like himself. ]
You can? Rea- [ but then he stops, or rather he seems to only just then seems to have understood the other part of her comment there. it stills him, not in a bad way but rather his focus has shifted. ]
You're...moving?
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wanda is glancing out at the brook, pulling a knee up to wrap her arms around, leaning into it.]
Just out of the settlement, by those lakes that you can see over the hill. [so, it’s not necessarily far, even if the road there is long.] It’s not like I won’t be around, anyway. [at this, she turns her face towards him, a small smile on her features.] I can teleport back and forth—and, besides, wouldn’t it be nice to have a place we could, what is it you’d call it, chill and hang around at? Watch some TV, have an actual shower, eat Fruit Loops and KFC whenever we want?
[that is to say,]
We’ll have a guest room and space for others, too.
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[ and he doesn't mean anything by his tone, even if there is a kind of...weight. and she mentions the lake over the hills and steve looks in that direction. objectively, yeah, he knows that isn't far. he knows it's not like they're suddenly disappearing. it just also feels...he's not sure.
he hadn't realized he was going to suddenly lose access to both nero and wanda in one go. and yes, okay, that's kind of dramatic. he's being a child about it, thinking in that way. and steve knows that isn't fair, either, which is why he nods. takes a breath. tries to just move right passed that feeling and offer wanda a smile. ]
No that's great- you all have been here a while too, I'm sure you want your own space. And I know it'll look cool, if you're the one building it.
THEIR DRIVING ICONS LAUGHS
[even if he is feeling a little dramatic in the idea of 'losing access' to two people he's gotten used to, wanda can understand the sentiment. it's pushing towards something that is slightly different from the norm. it's perfectly normal to feel askew about it.
better than he knows now than later, but.
he can be part of it.
by teasing him.]
We're going to need strong guys to carry logs and planks around.
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Uh- yeah, sure. If you need the help. [ he hadn't really considered the combination of people moving into that place to need help, but he's definitely not going to say no.
but it's the strong guys to carry logs and planks around and steve huffs, a half laugh and a half sigh, recognizing when he's being teased. ]
Uh-huh, I'm sure you will. But I'll still come by. Would be cool to see how you do it all.
and a nice wrap-up point, yeah!
I'll be happy to see you there, Steve.
[wanda understands that he is still processing a lot of what happened back in the pit, so it's a slow healing process.
and she won't mind, sitting here with him, keeping him company while he eats.]