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( the tempest seems to come in time to force them to set aside the situation with nocwich out of their minds. there is plenty of work to be done back in the territory, plenty of small and big disturbances to try and pacify. the unusual weather taking place during an approaching springtime puts a lot of activities, rites, and general fortitudes of solvunn in disarray.
and as such, for the time being, wanda fills the void of being able to go to nocwich by keeping busies than usual, by trying to come up with creative ways to keep the springtime rites alive. )
( A ) SPRINGTIME DECORATION.
( B ) OF TWISTERS AND ANIMALS.
( C ) NEW HOME, OLD RITUALS.
and as such, for the time being, wanda fills the void of being able to go to nocwich by keeping busies than usual, by trying to come up with creative ways to keep the springtime rites alive. )
( A ) SPRINGTIME DECORATION.
( with the storm looming over their heads—lightning sparks and thundering roars—and the amount of wind-like disruptions that form outside, the children, especially, have been confined to having their school day and play times set inside different homes. the children are split up into smaller groups, so they can all be comfortably in different houses, looked after by expectant mothers, grandparents, and older teens.
wanda's chaos magic allows her to easily bend the will of the wind from getting in her way, making herself a path devoid of the strong winds whipping at her and stalling her progress as she makes way from house to house, to join the children for a few hours to aid in their activities and learning.
having been here for over two years now, some of these children have grown with wanda's presence around, and are expectant of learning new things from her at any given time. today, she brings emptied eggshells for them to decorate. )
The wax is hot, so you have to be careful.
( she demonstrates as she draws over the contoured lines with the beeswax. the children in the house lean over nearby, on the table, to see her work. there's a set-up in place, with candles and different colored dyes in jars on the table, the whistling of the wind into the crevices of the walls and under the doors the only reminder that there is a world outside they are currently not allowed to go out in.
once done through the process, wanda washes off the dye and wax with a cloth, and the bright colors of the egg will awe the children into wanting to do their own. in no time at all, the children are working with their own tools, decorating and dyeing, giggling and conversing with each other as adults alike join them in their efforts.
wanda turns to another summoned who has been also assisting with the children, holding out an undecorated egg to them. )
Want to give it a try?
( B ) OF TWISTERS AND ANIMALS.
( it is rather unfortunate that gardens are getting uprooted because of the small twisters that have begun to form across the territory; the way it pulls at the roots of plants, forces small animals to run from their dens and burrows.
one of the things wanda does to help in that situation is to go about to the uprooted land and, by placing her hand down onto the ground, solidify the dirt and the grass, enhances it with her magic so it my not suffer the same fate again. the plants and flowers will have to be replanted, however, and the animals will have to find their way back themselves once they are no longer frightened of the potential danger.
heading into one of the smaller farms, wanda stops and crouches down to pick up something that was stuck in some brambles. it's a bell on what seems to have once been a harness of sorts. pets and farm animals are synonymous in solvunn, but the locals tended to make incredibly clear when they had a favorite creature by adorning it in colorful trinkets.
this definitely belongs to someone's precious companion, likely a small goat, given the size of it.
wanda steps away from the path, looking for signs of said goat, and only stops when she runs into another summoned. she raises the bell ornament, as if it alone provides context to her situation. )
I'm looking for a goat. Small, by the looks of it.
( with the twisters and the strong winds and the looming storm, small animals won't make it very far (nor very safely) outside of their homes and sheds. wanda raises her voice as a rather strong surge of wind pushes her to take a few steps forward, blasting by towards her back. )
Shit— ( her hair whips around and over her face, annoyingly so. she pushes it back with a hand. ) Have you seen any around?
( C ) NEW HOME, OLD RITUALS.
You've chosen quite the time to try and fix this place up.
You're telling me.
( it is no secret between the folk in the tertiary settlement that wanda's been looking to have a house there, her visits to the settlement more frequent as of the last couple of months. she's friendly with the ravn family, whom she aided last year with a mild case of a haunting, and it is the matriarch, klaara, who has helped her now in finding an unoccupied house to call her own. klaara and her son oren even cleaned up the surroundings prior to her arrival, but what windows had been opened to clear up the air have been effectively shuttered due to the strong winds.
klaara leaves once her son comes to collect her to help her back to their own home, allowing wanda to settle and fix things up as she sees fit. it's not meant to replace her place in the treehouse, but having a place to come to in the tertiary settlement is something she had been looking forward to for a while.
but, despite the new home, old habits remain.
following a path at the back of the house will lead to a clearing completely devoid of any wind intrusion. the squalls strike against the dome of magic wanda has created to no avail. inside this space, this quiet hex, wanda works on a ritual for her patron god, carving shapes on the ground and creating, effectively, a shrine for soris immaneus on this end of the territory.
wanda will fancy providing a tour of her new home once she is done carving up the symbols she wants onto the rock at her feet.)
( D ) POCKET REALITY.
( within the horizon, things are also, unequivocally, a mess. wanda knows it is because of the singularity, but that is—truth be told—not her area of expertise. she is also of the opinion that the singularity's whims are only temporary, that it will all soon return to normal (and if it doesn't, then worry); others can handle those details.
for now, she doesn't think there is any point in trying to 'fix' whatever instabilities are taking place within her domain. she will, however, entertain company.
whether this company is directed by her or not, they will be directed to one of the many bookshelves within the apartment, where an inordinate amount of terrariums sit. wanda's latest project has been to inject her hex-creating magic into smaller scale dimensions. easier to practice it in the horizon than in the real world, lest something explodes or something magical (of the unkind variety) spills forth.
what she has captured in the different hexes are dreams and nightmares, experiences and memories. every terrarium has bright colors, and the world inside it seems to breathe with life.
wanda approaches, putting a hand over one of the jars, the one her visitor has been eyeing curiously. )
Do you want to see what's inside?
( an invitation, if nothing else. )
( nocwich is closed. he doesn't really like that because it's become a habit to be able to see wanda every so often in person rather than in the horizon. but nocwich has closed its doors to them so this is what they have.
they haven't done much more than just lay in bed and talk to each other about nothing at all for awhile. and he knows that this probably would be similar to what they'd be doing in nocwich but it was different. as much as he likes the horizon and the ability it gives him to see wanda, he still prefers the real thing.
but, he'll take what he can get. matt stretches his arms above his head, fingers curling around the headboard before turning his head down towards wanda. )
I'm not planning on getting out of this bed while I'm here.
they haven't done much more than just lay in bed and talk to each other about nothing at all for awhile. and he knows that this probably would be similar to what they'd be doing in nocwich but it was different. as much as he likes the horizon and the ability it gives him to see wanda, he still prefers the real thing.
but, he'll take what he can get. matt stretches his arms above his head, fingers curling around the headboard before turning his head down towards wanda. )
I'm not planning on getting out of this bed while I'm here.
[ The Horizon is still this strange, dreamlike place for him that he doesn't entirely trust. But with the weather becoming erratic in Thorne, it becomes more and more difficult to spend time outside the castle walls leaving him few means of physical escape.
Which is why he ends up turning to the Horizon.
His meandering shows him that the Summoned really are from different walks of life. Not that he hadn't gathered as much before thanks to various conversations with Summoned - but there's something to be said about seeing it. There's buildings he's familiar with, and then buildings that seem like something plucked right out of Thorne. And then there's...this somewhat average and antiqued looking apartment block.
He doesn't mean to accidentally break into the building. The sudden flood means that he has no choice but to scramble up the fire escape to avoid the rising waters. And it's not his fault that the window to the only loft that has a light on inside is the easiest ("easiest" meaning he shoves it open with only just enough force) to open.
The window slams shut behind him just as he steps inside, drenched and dripping looking like a Klatooine paddy frog. The window slamming shut is enough to distract him from the presence of a person entering the room and he whirls around surprised. ]
...Hi.
Which is why he ends up turning to the Horizon.
His meandering shows him that the Summoned really are from different walks of life. Not that he hadn't gathered as much before thanks to various conversations with Summoned - but there's something to be said about seeing it. There's buildings he's familiar with, and then buildings that seem like something plucked right out of Thorne. And then there's...this somewhat average and antiqued looking apartment block.
He doesn't mean to accidentally break into the building. The sudden flood means that he has no choice but to scramble up the fire escape to avoid the rising waters. And it's not his fault that the window to the only loft that has a light on inside is the easiest ("easiest" meaning he shoves it open with only just enough force) to open.
The window slams shut behind him just as he steps inside, drenched and dripping looking like a Klatooine paddy frog. The window slamming shut is enough to distract him from the presence of a person entering the room and he whirls around surprised. ]
...Hi.
( at least this they have, because albeit it not being an in-person meeting, they can still be around each other as they've made a regular occurrence of during nighttime within their horizon. and sometimes it really is them talking about all the things and nothing at all, exchanging thoughts and opinions about the matters that take place in abraxas—their own shared world back home—future possibilities.
while matt's stretching back, wanda's curled forward to look over at her toes, the menial task of painting her nails in the horizon something that helps keep her focus.
she's not quite expecting the sudden veering of the topic of their conversation with his statement. )
Alright. ( she turns to look at him, putting a hand on the mattress to press her weight back. ) Not that I wanted you to get out of bed or anything.
( they've been comfortable here for the past however-long. wanda stretches her legs out and moves a hand to push at his face, just barely, with the tips of her fingers. )
You're allowed to be lazy and boring.
while matt's stretching back, wanda's curled forward to look over at her toes, the menial task of painting her nails in the horizon something that helps keep her focus.
she's not quite expecting the sudden veering of the topic of their conversation with his statement. )
Alright. ( she turns to look at him, putting a hand on the mattress to press her weight back. ) Not that I wanted you to get out of bed or anything.
( they've been comfortable here for the past however-long. wanda stretches her legs out and moves a hand to push at his face, just barely, with the tips of her fingers. )
You're allowed to be lazy and boring.
( life in abraxas, with a horizon shared by many, means that this is the closest they all get to feeling like they're neighbors within their own little city. it can be a reassuring thought, but other times it means sharing quite a lot—perhaps more than what one wanted to, initially.
wanda's waging her own means of escape from boredom in the physical plane by taking stock of the situation in the horizon. one thing led to another—picking up some things, rearranging her mental (or imaginary?) library—and soon enough she's found herself sat down comfortably by the fireplace, reading a book, and her only company being her dog, mary, who has her head over wanda's lap. an ideal, relaxing moment, were it not for the sopping wet man that just entered the apartment with neither invitation nor manners. )
Hi.
( his rather casual greeting catches her off-guard, but wanda reacts quickly, setting her bare feet down on the carpeted floor and setting her book on the couch where she sat.
she doesn't approach yet, but she has half a mind to. )
Who are you?
wanda's waging her own means of escape from boredom in the physical plane by taking stock of the situation in the horizon. one thing led to another—picking up some things, rearranging her mental (or imaginary?) library—and soon enough she's found herself sat down comfortably by the fireplace, reading a book, and her only company being her dog, mary, who has her head over wanda's lap. an ideal, relaxing moment, were it not for the sopping wet man that just entered the apartment with neither invitation nor manners. )
Hi.
( his rather casual greeting catches her off-guard, but wanda reacts quickly, setting her bare feet down on the carpeted floor and setting her book on the couch where she sat.
she doesn't approach yet, but she has half a mind to. )
Who are you?
[ Hilda hadn't realized how much she relied on Nocwich to see her friends in other territories until it wasn't available to them. The absence of her friends at the beginning of the month had left her in more of a delicate state than she had expected. Surprising, considering she thought she had grown past her neediness but maybe the neediness was indicative of how much she cared.
Which is why she doesn't hesitate to spend time with Wanda in the Horizon. It's a small consolation prize but one that she doesn't take for granted. Even if the weather is absolutely abysmal outside.
They're dressed in comfy clothing catching up when Wanda brings up her new hobby. She peers curiously over the top of the couch at the colourful little jar cradled in Wanda's arms. ]
Obviously! Don't keep me waiting.
Which is why she doesn't hesitate to spend time with Wanda in the Horizon. It's a small consolation prize but one that she doesn't take for granted. Even if the weather is absolutely abysmal outside.
They're dressed in comfy clothing catching up when Wanda brings up her new hobby. She peers curiously over the top of the couch at the colourful little jar cradled in Wanda's arms. ]
Obviously! Don't keep me waiting.
[ The best question to ask here is how did Nebula of all people get roped into this? At least, that's the question she's asking herself. ]
[ She knows why she'd agree — even if she'd never admit it aloud. Nebula doesn't know much about children or how to be gentle in the least. Of all the skills that were sharpened, childrearing wasn't one of them. (Something she's woefully aware of and of her own concern - given Knowhere's newest circumstances). ]
[ She tells herself it's the fact she knows she can keep them on the ground from house-to-house if necessary and not that she cares if a child gets hurt at all. Even if right now is... They're safe. Happy. And she keeps to herself, watching the activities more like an observer than a body guard. Only speaking when some child pipes up asking her how something looks and she's quite a too second long time before saying 'it looks fine,' which was clearly not the enthusiastic response they wanted and so she kept quiet after that. ]
[ Cleaned up a mess here or there. Corrects tool holding. You know. Things she can do. ]
[ So when Wanda approaches with the egg she turns her attention at the offending item. No, offending wasn't the right word. Bewildering? For a lot of reasons. And she could answer no but she asks something else instead and it's not 'what's the point'? ]
... Is it normal to play with your food?
[ It is not, in fact, a condescending question despite the same serious way she says it - a quizzical note to it. Like she doesn't get any of it to begin with and a part of her might be insulted on what happened to the food (or the creature that would otherwise be born). ]
[ She knows why she'd agree — even if she'd never admit it aloud. Nebula doesn't know much about children or how to be gentle in the least. Of all the skills that were sharpened, childrearing wasn't one of them. (Something she's woefully aware of and of her own concern - given Knowhere's newest circumstances). ]
[ She tells herself it's the fact she knows she can keep them on the ground from house-to-house if necessary and not that she cares if a child gets hurt at all. Even if right now is... They're safe. Happy. And she keeps to herself, watching the activities more like an observer than a body guard. Only speaking when some child pipes up asking her how something looks and she's quite a too second long time before saying 'it looks fine,' which was clearly not the enthusiastic response they wanted and so she kept quiet after that. ]
[ Cleaned up a mess here or there. Corrects tool holding. You know. Things she can do. ]
[ So when Wanda approaches with the egg she turns her attention at the offending item. No, offending wasn't the right word. Bewildering? For a lot of reasons. And she could answer no but she asks something else instead and it's not 'what's the point'? ]
... Is it normal to play with your food?
[ It is not, in fact, a condescending question despite the same serious way she says it - a quizzical note to it. Like she doesn't get any of it to begin with and a part of her might be insulted on what happened to the food (or the creature that would otherwise be born). ]
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[ Cassian didn't know what part of him thought that the one apartment that was lit up wouldn't be occupied but it was clearly a stupid oversight on his part. So of course he doesn't blame the woman whose domain this obviously is would be more than a little startled (and maybe? probably? offended) that he'd unceremoniously and accidentally forced his way into her apartment. ]
Alyx.
[ Which isn't true - but that's the name he's been sticking to and that's the name he'll continue to give unless pressed. Sheepishly he gestures to the window outside where the rain continues to lash against the glass. ]
Sorry. I didn't mean break in. The water was rising quickly and the other windows wouldn't open.
Alyx.
[ Which isn't true - but that's the name he's been sticking to and that's the name he'll continue to give unless pressed. Sheepishly he gestures to the window outside where the rain continues to lash against the glass. ]
Sorry. I didn't mean break in. The water was rising quickly and the other windows wouldn't open.
Zagreus doesn't seem particularly bothered by the winds. They push at him just like they do everybody else, of course. But he doesn't seem particularly bothered by it. If anything, it's actually a rather new and fascinating experience for him!
But something has Wanda worried, so he stops when she approaches him. "I...don't know," he says. "What does a goat look like?"
But something has Wanda worried, so he stops when she approaches him. "I...don't know," he says. "What does a goat look like?"
( as she lies down here, stretched out, a hand over his face, wanda lingers in how comfortable and private this moment is. there is a certain playfulness to matt as of late—something different and more apparent ever since he had those memories return to him.
wanda lets her hand rest atop his collar. )
Taking a break from everything? Including me? I didn't realize I stressed you out that much.
( she is teasing him. )
wanda lets her hand rest atop his collar. )
Taking a break from everything? Including me? I didn't realize I stressed you out that much.
( she is teasing him. )
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( the word—alyx—brings confusion to her face because she doesn't consider it a name until the thought pushes into his mind: the fact that he's throwing an alias at her. )
If you're giving me a fake name, then I'm also going to give you a fake name.
( fair is fair.
though wanda is not scolding nor is she angry as she moves towards him and then to the window, to look at the situation outside the apartment. the weather is definitely trouble, and wanda feels for all the bits and pieces she had worked on setting up outside of the building.
oh, well. she'll figure it out once things come back to normal. )
I didn't realize it was flooded this badly. ( she turns to him, eyeing him, and raises a hand. a towel appears in her hand. ) I can get you some clothes to change into.
( with the horizon being the way it is, wanda doesn't want to try and 'dry' his clothes, lest she ends up—well, making him lose them in the process, or having them catch fire.
she points towards the couch. )
There's a fireplace over there.
If you're giving me a fake name, then I'm also going to give you a fake name.
( fair is fair.
though wanda is not scolding nor is she angry as she moves towards him and then to the window, to look at the situation outside the apartment. the weather is definitely trouble, and wanda feels for all the bits and pieces she had worked on setting up outside of the building.
oh, well. she'll figure it out once things come back to normal. )
I didn't realize it was flooded this badly. ( she turns to him, eyeing him, and raises a hand. a towel appears in her hand. ) I can get you some clothes to change into.
( with the horizon being the way it is, wanda doesn't want to try and 'dry' his clothes, lest she ends up—well, making him lose them in the process, or having them catch fire.
she points towards the couch. )
There's a fireplace over there.
We should take things into moderation, you know.
( and not rush into adventures of an unknown variety, even if wanda knows that this much will cheer hilda up and bring some ounce of excitement into their current gilded-cage situation of finding familiarity in friendly faces through the horizon.
wanda sits back down on the couch, beside hilda, with the jar in her hands and presenting it. the colors of the different aspects of the terrarium are saturated and a little wild—pinks and yellows and electric blues. the glittering swathe of her magic dances around, too, as the scene swirls and changes. )
Just a few ground rules before we go. You have to tell me when it's too much, or if you want to come back. I also get to choose when we should come back, if anything... were to go a little sideways.
( not that she thinks things will, but one can never be too careful, with magical worlds forged of whimsical magic. )
( and not rush into adventures of an unknown variety, even if wanda knows that this much will cheer hilda up and bring some ounce of excitement into their current gilded-cage situation of finding familiarity in friendly faces through the horizon.
wanda sits back down on the couch, beside hilda, with the jar in her hands and presenting it. the colors of the different aspects of the terrarium are saturated and a little wild—pinks and yellows and electric blues. the glittering swathe of her magic dances around, too, as the scene swirls and changes. )
Just a few ground rules before we go. You have to tell me when it's too much, or if you want to come back. I also get to choose when we should come back, if anything... were to go a little sideways.
( not that she thinks things will, but one can never be too careful, with magical worlds forged of whimsical magic. )
( matt loves that label, and wanda can't exactly fault him. he's the one who had insisted wanting to start calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend, and it's such a normal thing to do—how could she have resisted? a chance at normalcy, amidst everything that's wildly not.
she scoots up a little closer so that she's mostly head-to-head with him. her hand stays where it is, not wanting to pull away from this connection between them. )
You're in a good mood.
( more than usual. )
she scoots up a little closer so that she's mostly head-to-head with him. her hand stays where it is, not wanting to pull away from this connection between them. )
You're in a good mood.
( more than usual. )
Do you usually eat eggshells?
( wanda is used to comments that question the why and how of certain customs, especially when it comes from individuals who are less of an earthling and more along the lines of 'aliens' as far as her own point of reference is.
nebula is a bit of a tough cookie to crack, in every sense of the word, it is someone that is very important to rocket. and, in lieu of that, wanda works to make an effort.
she turns the egg around and points at a tiny hole within the shell. )
We emptied and cleaned up the egg before now. They're preparing an egg torte in the kitchen. ( that cleared up— ) Do you need help with it?
( wanda is used to comments that question the why and how of certain customs, especially when it comes from individuals who are less of an earthling and more along the lines of 'aliens' as far as her own point of reference is.
nebula is a bit of a tough cookie to crack, in every sense of the word, it is someone that is very important to rocket. and, in lieu of that, wanda works to make an effort.
she turns the egg around and points at a tiny hole within the shell. )
We emptied and cleaned up the egg before now. They're preparing an egg torte in the kitchen. ( that cleared up— ) Do you need help with it?
"Have you really not—?"
Wanda lets her question die down in her lips, confused and a little flustered by the weather. There are so many goats going about in Solvunn, but maybe no one's really explained to Zagreus that those are, in fact, goats?
"They're the most common farm animals around here," she starts by way of explanation. "Some of them have horns. The one I'm looking for is small. A 'kid' is the name for their young."
She has a feeling that despite him not being familiar with what a goat is, that Zagreus would be open to helping her.
Wanda lets her question die down in her lips, confused and a little flustered by the weather. There are so many goats going about in Solvunn, but maybe no one's really explained to Zagreus that those are, in fact, goats?
"They're the most common farm animals around here," she starts by way of explanation. "Some of them have horns. The one I'm looking for is small. A 'kid' is the name for their young."
She has a feeling that despite him not being familiar with what a goat is, that Zagreus would be open to helping her.
It's not the end of the world.
( she says softly, as if trying to convince herself too of this notion. worst things could happen, but at least they can be together despite the closed borders.
there's plenty that she worries about, especially in regard to the politics of this place. but— that's neither here nor there.
wanda presses a kiss to his shoulder, draws closer. )
I can see that you're working hard on that. It shows. ( that he is better ) And I'll always be here for you, even if it's not actually in person. For anything you need—the good or bad.
( and maybe one day he'll open up to her about his feelings, about what happened back home that put him in such a low state of mind. )
I love all of you, Matt.
( she says softly, as if trying to convince herself too of this notion. worst things could happen, but at least they can be together despite the closed borders.
there's plenty that she worries about, especially in regard to the politics of this place. but— that's neither here nor there.
wanda presses a kiss to his shoulder, draws closer. )
I can see that you're working hard on that. It shows. ( that he is better ) And I'll always be here for you, even if it's not actually in person. For anything you need—the good or bad.
( and maybe one day he'll open up to her about his feelings, about what happened back home that put him in such a low state of mind. )
I love all of you, Matt.
I know.
( and he doesn't doubt it either. it's just sometimes that he feels it would be safer for him to not be loved or liked or even known by people. it would save so much trouble but he knows that convincing people of that is harder than it seems.
and matt knows that she can take care of herself, power upon power instilled in her body but he still worries. he just doesn't want to do anything to harm her.
he smiles, settling down a little and rolling on his side to better see her. )
I love all of you too.
( and he doesn't doubt it either. it's just sometimes that he feels it would be safer for him to not be loved or liked or even known by people. it would save so much trouble but he knows that convincing people of that is harder than it seems.
and matt knows that she can take care of herself, power upon power instilled in her body but he still worries. he just doesn't want to do anything to harm her.
he smiles, settling down a little and rolling on his side to better see her. )
I love all of you too.
( and despite him telling her that he knows, that he loves her entirely, too, she can't help but catch glimpses of his thoughts. of his thinking that the world would be better off if matthew murdock were separate from everyone—give no one grief nor reason to worry about him.
it's a complicated space to be in, and wanda can't say she's ever not thought the same. that life would be so much better for everyone if she wasn't in it, to make things more difficult for everyone.
but they're both here, now, and for better or worse, people want them around, outside of just the two of them and the feelings they hold. )
Tell me.
( she ushers, gently, quietly, fingers a light touch over his cheek as he settles; his eyes never manage to focus on her, though wanda knows he tries. it feels like there's something he wants to say. )
Nothing you do or say could ever hurt me.
( not when she knows he loves her completely. )
it's a complicated space to be in, and wanda can't say she's ever not thought the same. that life would be so much better for everyone if she wasn't in it, to make things more difficult for everyone.
but they're both here, now, and for better or worse, people want them around, outside of just the two of them and the feelings they hold. )
Tell me.
( she ushers, gently, quietly, fingers a light touch over his cheek as he settles; his eyes never manage to focus on her, though wanda knows he tries. it feels like there's something he wants to say. )
Nothing you do or say could ever hurt me.
( not when she knows he loves her completely. )
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We would.
[ Kahlil has not visited Wanda's domain as often as he did before it became a loft in a city. It might be because she shares this space with her man now, and Kahlil might hold on to some unconscious biases from his own world. Or perhaps he just doesn't like intruding.
Either way, he's brought Rousma with him today. She wears her dog skin and immediately begins sniffing around the edges of the room, inspecting what may or may not have changed since she last visited. He can't come to Horizon very often, but he tries not to leave her alone lately when he does. ]
[ Kahlil has not visited Wanda's domain as often as he did before it became a loft in a city. It might be because she shares this space with her man now, and Kahlil might hold on to some unconscious biases from his own world. Or perhaps he just doesn't like intruding.
Either way, he's brought Rousma with him today. She wears her dog skin and immediately begins sniffing around the edges of the room, inspecting what may or may not have changed since she last visited. He can't come to Horizon very often, but he tries not to leave her alone lately when he does. ]
Okay.
( okay. he takes a slow breath and rubs a hand over his face, trying to figure out where to start, what to tell her, where to even begin.
but, he's kept this from her for so long already. he needs to be honest. )
I don't — tell me what you want to know. Ask me a question. I just need...a place to start.
( okay. he takes a slow breath and rubs a hand over his face, trying to figure out where to start, what to tell her, where to even begin.
but, he's kept this from her for so long already. he needs to be honest. )
I don't — tell me what you want to know. Ask me a question. I just need...a place to start.
( there are, in fact, so many questions she could ask him. so many things she's been curious about—could just pluck out of his mind if she had wanted to, but understands just how important it all is to him for it to make him feel the way it has for this long.
and he's taking a big leap, in trusting her with this ugly part of his life.
somehow, still, only one question comes to the forefront of her mind right now. )
Are you mourning someone?
( she feels it so clearly, that void and that pain, of having lost someone he loved very much. elektra, her mind supplies, like it's the crux of many defining moments in matt's life. )
and he's taking a big leap, in trusting her with this ugly part of his life.
somehow, still, only one question comes to the forefront of her mind right now. )
Are you mourning someone?
( she feels it so clearly, that void and that pain, of having lost someone he loved very much. elektra, her mind supplies, like it's the crux of many defining moments in matt's life. )
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