[the months scatter back towards a colder season, and it feels even cooler in nocwich where the sun doesn't shine. booked into their usual inn, wanda and matt spent some time reacquainting themselves with one another—an intimate affair by all accounts—and after a shower, she's all cozied up and ready to call it a night. matt's still in the en-suite bathroom when wanda attempts to use her magic to organize things in the room a bit—make it cozier, still.
but there's that familiar, recent rupture that forces her to stop; blood spills down from her nose, over her upper lip, and she breathes slowly as she brings a hand up so that she doesn't stain her clothes.
back into the bathroom she goes, over the sink, to lean her face over.
even with matt being blind, with him being unawares of the situation, he would very well be able to smell the blood—would be able to hear it dripping down her chin and unto the stone sink. as for wanda? she's not trying to hide it, so much as just trying to make it stop, shutting her eyes and brows furrowing.]
—NOCWICH • MATT
but there's that familiar, recent rupture that forces her to stop; blood spills down from her nose, over her upper lip, and she breathes slowly as she brings a hand up so that she doesn't stain her clothes.
back into the bathroom she goes, over the sink, to lean her face over.
even with matt being blind, with him being unawares of the situation, he would very well be able to smell the blood—would be able to hear it dripping down her chin and unto the stone sink. as for wanda? she's not trying to hide it, so much as just trying to make it stop, shutting her eyes and brows furrowing.]