Who: wanda maximoff + others When: march Where: solvunn & horizon What: catch-all for the month! general top-levels for solvunn, horizon threads for out-of-territory friends (and new meetings). Warnings: tba!
Wrench's own Horizon is not such a far cry from the landscape of Solvunn. He rarely finds reason to retreat inward when he can typically manage to locate the same expanse of solitude in either place, but he's curious now whether the inner world is as tumultuous as the outer. He means to go to his own, but when he passes the familiar threshold to the Horizon that Wanda and Matt share, he turns instead in that direction, meaning only to peer in briefly and see if either of them are around.
He doesn't mean to get so caught up looking at all of the things that populate their shared reality, but there's something so homey about it that he can't quite help himself. It looks so comfortably lived in. Thoughtfully decked out with the kinds of objects that he's always equated with a real home. So he takes the time once again to run his fingers over the spines of the books, until he gets to a place on the shelf that doesn't hold unfamiliar tomes at all, but rather little glass worlds, self-contained and lush with color and energy.
Wanda's words in his mind startle him, and he whirls around like he's been caught.
I wasn't going to touch.
A protest against an accusation that wasn't made. It takes several seconds for Wrench to lose the tension in his shoulders.
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He doesn't mean to get so caught up looking at all of the things that populate their shared reality, but there's something so homey about it that he can't quite help himself. It looks so comfortably lived in. Thoughtfully decked out with the kinds of objects that he's always equated with a real home. So he takes the time once again to run his fingers over the spines of the books, until he gets to a place on the shelf that doesn't hold unfamiliar tomes at all, but rather little glass worlds, self-contained and lush with color and energy.
Wanda's words in his mind startle him, and he whirls around like he's been caught.
A protest against an accusation that wasn't made. It takes several seconds for Wrench to lose the tension in his shoulders.