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( A ) SORTING SPELLS
( B ) GAINING FAVORS
( the house that wanda calls a home in the tertiary settlement was, a few months back, an abandoned mess, with leaks on the roof and one too many broken tiles. it's a cramped space, made even more busy by wanda's idea of decoration: hanging herbs from the rafters of the low ceiling, curtains and carpets draped over doorways and floors and most other surface, while pots, candles, trinkets and ingredient-filled jars adorn tables and shelves. upstairs, where the criss-cross of the triangular-shaped ceiling meets, is a quiet space where she can rest.
it's all, seemingly, a mess, but wanda understands herself within the chaos.
now and then, neighbors in the tertiary settlement will drop in with a few items to trade. currently, she is favoring a particular species of mushrooms and the abandoned pupa of dragonflies that still cling to leaves. it makes for an excuse to have the rowdy children head out into an expedition by the cliffside, away from the beach, from the leviathans that either come too close to or wash up on the shore.
tinctures, tisanes, treatments, tonics—fishermen have lesions to care for, butchers need their energy replenished quicker than a night's sleep can offer, the elderly plead for calm after everything that has come to pass. additionally, wanda gets a few young couples and love-entrenched individuals, looking for good-luck charms, love philtres, aphrodisiacs, cosmetics. she passes no judgement as she hands over the vases and vials. children come wanting to exchange their findings—generally the wrong kind of insect and an odd flower bud—for fruit preserves, for square-shaped dainties covered in sugar and honey. )
Just a moment.
( she intones, loud enough to be heard as the door opens with an echoing creak, over the rustle of the leaves of the many trees outside. she is currently at her table, grinding up seeds with a mortar and pestle, a concoction of unknown origin bubbling away in a pot over a fire. a wide-eyed, hair-tousled, young man sits on a chair by the table, jogging his leg, glancing from the door then back to wanda as she drops a sprinkling of the ground seeds onto the pot.
a puff of yellow makes for a dramatic result, the liquid turning a pale lavender as it seems to cool, despite the fire, the bubbling slowing down.
wanda pushes her hand out as she turns to the young man. )
I'll have the stone now.
( B ) GAINING FAVORS
( the warmth of summer in solvunn is not enough to keep wanda indoors. the tertiary settlement has the benefit of the ocean breeze, cooling everything, especially with the storm wall up north that blows colder air towards them. that, together with the sun's rays, makes for the perfect weather to take a stroll.
sometimes, these strolls are purposeful and lead wanda, in fact, towards an 'ailing' home—where new cracks on the wall calls forth the worst superstitions from the locals, or where blood in the milk of their goat in the morning seems to spell the forthcoming death of a loved one.
armed with a basketful of flowers and acorns for this venture, wanda sets off on the path towards the tertiary settlement, stopping here and there to collect a particular rock on the side of the road or a strangely shaped leaf.
wanda will be found sitting on her haunches, on the side of the path, just before entering the tertiary settlement proper, basket on the ground, and letting a worm wiggle across her fingers. several of the critters seem to be in a procession from one side of the path to the other.
to the approaching summoned, she warns, tilting her head sideways, )
Watch it. You'll step on them.
( doing some traffic control, apparently. )
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( C ) TRANSFORMING GARDENS
( it has become one of wanda's favorite things to do within the horizon, to make a dream of a future reality come true, and to play around with it as if it were reality. a certain conversation a few weeks past has given her reason to conclude that closing in her roof garden to shield the flowers and plants from the elements is needed.
she could get it done with the blink of her eyes, sure, but it feels a little more earned to do it manually—even if she is cheating on the materials needed and taking shortcuts on the more complicated carpentry and architectural elements. planks and boards, paint brushes and cans, and an assortment of tools sit on the side.
wanda carries a potted plant in one arm, against her hip, as she offers some directions. )
I was thinking about a second floor—put some nettings on the side, ( she moves her free hand about, as if trying to represent the length of it, of what's on her mind, ) let the vines hang there, and one of those naked roofs coming out this way—?
( she stops, forefinger to her bottom lip, as she turns and looks about, envisioning what she is imagining and giving it some proper thought. or, rather, she is a little stuck on a word— )
What is that name, for a frame for plants to climb?
( she means trellises. )
( D ) A SPOT FOR TEA
( there is something about the mood in nocwich that solvunn cannot quite replicate. this eternal night shifts everything into being more taciturn, cooler, and, to the greatest extent of its definition, romantic. it gives wanda peace, to be able to walk the cobbled streets of the place and find new places to be. perhaps, in some ways, nocwich reminds her the most of the modern sense of europe that she had to vacate, even if it lacks the technology that she is most familiar with.
she can be found in a quiet corner outside, having some tea and sweet appetizers to calm her hunger, with a pot of hot water ready to be served for any of the friends and acquaintances that have asked her to meet.
should it rain, she'll be inside, carving a space for herself in the end of the couch, amidst the cushions, leaning back and with her feet up on the couch (her boots solemnly placed under the coffee table), a book in her hands as she keeps it perched on her legs. the pitter-patter of the rainfall may or may not lull her to sleep, but wanda will try her very best to finish this one page, fingers idly rub at the corner of it, as she seems to linger on the last few words several times over. )
Edited 2024-07-14 02:04 (UTC)
— a naked roof?
[ Percy is following along as best he can, fully prepared to dive into whatever task she's got for him. He's willing to do just about anything she asks of him, just as long as he gets to hang around here for a bit longer.
Is he being a little bit clingy? Okay, maybe. But can you blame him? He hasn't seen his own mom in ages, and Wanda was his mom for eight hundred years, never mind that they were fake. It's hard to shake that kind of connection, no matter how many weeks have passed. ]
Uh. I dunno, architecture stuff was always more Annabeth's thing. But I think I know what you mean. Demeter's cabin had a bunch of those 'naked roofs' for growing stuff on.
[ Percy is following along as best he can, fully prepared to dive into whatever task she's got for him. He's willing to do just about anything she asks of him, just as long as he gets to hang around here for a bit longer.
Is he being a little bit clingy? Okay, maybe. But can you blame him? He hasn't seen his own mom in ages, and Wanda was his mom for eight hundred years, never mind that they were fake. It's hard to shake that kind of connection, no matter how many weeks have passed. ]
Uh. I dunno, architecture stuff was always more Annabeth's thing. But I think I know what you mean. Demeter's cabin had a bunch of those 'naked roofs' for growing stuff on.
[ Sitting and relaxing, when combined, are two things that Cassian is very poor at. So rarely has he had the luxury of doing so. Even when he had been on Aldhani, there had been purpose to the waiting. There had been drills and memorization and practice that were necessary in order of them to get out of there with the payload and as little causalities as possible.
Here, there was little for him to do except fall back into the routine that he's told himself has to be comfortable because it's the only foreseeable one for the next little while.
Thankfully going to Nocwich serves a purpose, namely procuring supplies that would be otherwise unavailable to those in Nocwich. He's just about to make his way back to the portals when the downpour comes swift and unexpectedly, leaving him no choice but to duck into the nearest tea shop. He looks every bit a wet dog as he rushes inside, sending the little bell clattering above the door and disturbing the peaceful oasis inside.
The disturbance draws several looks and he offers nothing more than an apologetic nod as he makes his way towards the counter to order his drink. It seems that he and Wanda both have similar ideas in picking quiet corners. But his is out of instinct: he wants somewhere his back can face a wall and his eyes set on the door in front of him. Before he makes it to his chosen spot however, he spots Wanda. Water drips unceremoniously on the floor as he steps up beside her. ]
Is this spot taken?
[ ...No he doesn't plan on sitting. He knows his sopping wet and was raised with more manners than that. If anything, he's asking if he can stand where he is. ]
Here, there was little for him to do except fall back into the routine that he's told himself has to be comfortable because it's the only foreseeable one for the next little while.
Thankfully going to Nocwich serves a purpose, namely procuring supplies that would be otherwise unavailable to those in Nocwich. He's just about to make his way back to the portals when the downpour comes swift and unexpectedly, leaving him no choice but to duck into the nearest tea shop. He looks every bit a wet dog as he rushes inside, sending the little bell clattering above the door and disturbing the peaceful oasis inside.
The disturbance draws several looks and he offers nothing more than an apologetic nod as he makes his way towards the counter to order his drink. It seems that he and Wanda both have similar ideas in picking quiet corners. But his is out of instinct: he wants somewhere his back can face a wall and his eyes set on the door in front of him. Before he makes it to his chosen spot however, he spots Wanda. Water drips unceremoniously on the floor as he steps up beside her. ]
Is this spot taken?
[ ...No he doesn't plan on sitting. He knows his sopping wet and was raised with more manners than that. If anything, he's asking if he can stand where he is. ]
( he's drawn to her like a magnet, unable to stay away from her too long if they're in the same vicinity. and now, as he hears the familiar pattern of her breathing growing heavier, he knows that she's trying (and failing) not to fall asleep.
he steps over to her quietly, no sound at all from crossing the room and then he settles on the couch by her feet. he wonders if she'll feel that. he waits, listening to he continue to breathe, before he puts a hand on her knee and starts rubbing gently, wondering if that'll wake her up or lull her into a deeper sleep.
honestly, either one was fine with him. )
he steps over to her quietly, no sound at all from crossing the room and then he settles on the couch by her feet. he wonders if she'll feel that. he waits, listening to he continue to breathe, before he puts a hand on her knee and starts rubbing gently, wondering if that'll wake her up or lull her into a deeper sleep.
honestly, either one was fine with him. )
[Wanda's sense of decor is noisier than his own, yet still quieter and less chaotic than Gabriel's had been. He wouldn't choose it for his own space but Michael finds her home a pleasant enough place to visit. There's always some detail to focus on and occupy the eye. Besides, as with any other place, it's the company that counts the most.
Michael takes a step inside and then stands and waits there in front of the door as she calls for patience.]
If you're in the middle of business hours, I can come back another time.
[It's only a little surprising to him to find her in the middle of a deal, and he observes the rest of the exchange in silence. Wanda likes her solitude but that seems to apply mostly to crowds. She's still social and as community-minded as any of the Solvunn locals.]
Michael takes a step inside and then stands and waits there in front of the door as she calls for patience.]
If you're in the middle of business hours, I can come back another time.
[It's only a little surprising to him to find her in the middle of a deal, and he observes the rest of the exchange in silence. Wanda likes her solitude but that seems to apply mostly to crowds. She's still social and as community-minded as any of the Solvunn locals.]
( chores completed elsewhere, with peter's assistance, wanda expects to find the speedster already waiting for her in the primary settlement. it is later in the day, and with a quick wardrobe change, removing sweat-stained and dirt-ridden clothes, she steps into the path towards the inner area of the settlement, a bag in hand. it's a messenger-type bag, and one that she thinks peter could make use of; it is leather bound, the buckles made from silver, and it is bigger than what it looks.
meet me in the central plaza is what she had instructed peter, but she wonders if maybe the description was a little too vague? hopefully not.
so, wanda sits on a bench, pulling at a stray stitching in the fabric of her dress. peter will find her—this much she knows. )
meet me in the central plaza is what she had instructed peter, but she wonders if maybe the description was a little too vague? hopefully not.
so, wanda sits on a bench, pulling at a stray stitching in the fabric of her dress. peter will find her—this much she knows. )
[ If it involves plants, there's always a good chance Claire has found a way to be involved. She's serious about it too, taking all of Wanda's directions and only offering her own suggestions when asked. It's a wonderful space, and she pauses to imagine what Wanda is suggesting. ]
You're onto something, I think. [ When Wanda pauses, Claire fills in, slipping small pruning sheers into one of the pockets of her apron. ] Trellises? I think you could even design them any way you like, make them decorative if you wanted, as long as it's sturdy and supportive. The nice thing is, you can experiment a bit.
[ What comes to mind automatically for her is the common white criss-cross pattern, but she assumes there have to be more options, especially when they aren't restricted in the Horizon. Anything could be a trellis if they try. ]
You're onto something, I think. [ When Wanda pauses, Claire fills in, slipping small pruning sheers into one of the pockets of her apron. ] Trellises? I think you could even design them any way you like, make them decorative if you wanted, as long as it's sturdy and supportive. The nice thing is, you can experiment a bit.
[ What comes to mind automatically for her is the common white criss-cross pattern, but she assumes there have to be more options, especially when they aren't restricted in the Horizon. Anything could be a trellis if they try. ]
( there is a question worth asking here, about a man who seems to find himself—always—in a situation where he arrives to places wet as a dog, dripping water despite his better efforts. there already is the lunean owner of the place behind the counter at the front, scrambling and telling one of their employees to find a towel or two, lest their carefully-woven rugs and velveteen-cushioned seats suffer for their idleness.
his presence is enough to pull wanda from whatever nap she was dozing off into, setting the book down on the side as she stares at him for a moment, almost in disbelief at the fact that they should meet again and that he is wet, again. )
I think you can tell it isn't.
( taken, that is, though she isn't too aware why he might be wanting to hang around. not that she minds his presence.
before wanda can offer to dry him, just like last time, a werewolf shows up at his side with a number of towels. )
Please, if you would.
( closer to the front, there already is someone mopping at the drops from the dark and polished wood planks. wouldn't want there to be a dry stain left. wanda keeps herself from laughing. )
You should greatly insist.
I— yes, I certainly should.
his presence is enough to pull wanda from whatever nap she was dozing off into, setting the book down on the side as she stares at him for a moment, almost in disbelief at the fact that they should meet again and that he is wet, again. )
I think you can tell it isn't.
( taken, that is, though she isn't too aware why he might be wanting to hang around. not that she minds his presence.
before wanda can offer to dry him, just like last time, a werewolf shows up at his side with a number of towels. )
Please, if you would.
( closer to the front, there already is someone mopping at the drops from the dark and polished wood planks. wouldn't want there to be a dry stain left. wanda keeps herself from laughing. )
You should greatly insist.
I— yes, I certainly should.
Edited 2024-07-15 18:33 (UTC)
[ Cassian has since lost count the number of times that he's been on the receiving end of that Look. Thankfully a lifetime of it means that he's immune to it, at least to the point where he knows he can look back at her like nothing is wrong whatsoever despite the small puddle he's making on the floor.
Thankfully the floor's saviour this time around is the appearance of the werewolf who owns the establishment. That's when he has enough sense to look apologetic as he hastens to take the offered towels and quickly giving his hair a rough a rub. There's not that much that can be done about his clothes though. ]
Thanks. And sorry.
[ The werewolf proprietor winces with a bit of a nod to show him that there's no harm done but pointedly leaves him with the rest of the towels. With one hand he awkwardly lays them out on the couch some distance away from Wanda before finally sitting down. Don't think he didn't see her trying not to laugh either. After a beat and pulling his tea back towards him he looks at her with a straight face offering up an explanation for his appearance. ]
There was a downpour outside.
Thankfully the floor's saviour this time around is the appearance of the werewolf who owns the establishment. That's when he has enough sense to look apologetic as he hastens to take the offered towels and quickly giving his hair a rough a rub. There's not that much that can be done about his clothes though. ]
Thanks. And sorry.
[ The werewolf proprietor winces with a bit of a nod to show him that there's no harm done but pointedly leaves him with the rest of the towels. With one hand he awkwardly lays them out on the couch some distance away from Wanda before finally sitting down. Don't think he didn't see her trying not to laugh either. After a beat and pulling his tea back towards him he looks at her with a straight face offering up an explanation for his appearance. ]
There was a downpour outside.
[It's raining inside, which some might assume is the reason Altaïr wears his hood into the shop, seemingly pushing it back with great reluctance only when it would be odd to leave it up. He's not here in search of anyone in particular, but he does make his way over when he spots Wanda, taking a seat at the other end of the couch and pulling out a journal from his satchel. Something close to a smile plays at his lips as he watches her for a moment.]
Is that a difficult book to finish, or are you prolonging the enjoyment?
Is that a difficult book to finish, or are you prolonging the enjoyment?
( it takes the interaction that follows to allow wanda the space and time to steel herself and keep the fact that she would have laughed at him; perhaps steels herself too much, her expression perfectly locked down into something neutral and indifferent.
this is their first time interacting in person, but there's a thrill of curiosity and a warmth from experiences past and lived-in illusions of a future that spelled out a close friendship between them.
and—well, it's a good thing wanda is doing her best to keep her cool: cassian looks ridiculous with his many towels. )
Was there?
( —a light lilt of her words, of her lips upwards— )
I feel like it's a little too late to offer to dry you off entirely.
this is their first time interacting in person, but there's a thrill of curiosity and a warmth from experiences past and lived-in illusions of a future that spelled out a close friendship between them.
and—well, it's a good thing wanda is doing her best to keep her cool: cassian looks ridiculous with his many towels. )
Was there?
( —a light lilt of her words, of her lips upwards— )
I feel like it's a little too late to offer to dry you off entirely.
( it doesn't exactly startle her awake, but his touch doesn't exactly stave off the weariness that pulls her towards a warm and comfortable notion of a nap. his touch, to her, is a balm over all the other noise she hears around her, of anything that afflicts her minds and erodes at her emotions.
it makes her feel balanced, and for a few seconds, she remains the same as she tries to press on with her reading.
that is, until wanda sets the book down and lets the pages comb to a close, as knees move his direction and she ends up, decidedly, leaning towards him, face pressed against the top cushion. )
It's so eerie that you can find me just like that. What was it— my breathing, or my heartbeat?
( a murmured query, eyes slowly blinking lower and lower. )
it makes her feel balanced, and for a few seconds, she remains the same as she tries to press on with her reading.
that is, until wanda sets the book down and lets the pages comb to a close, as knees move his direction and she ends up, decidedly, leaning towards him, face pressed against the top cushion. )
It's so eerie that you can find me just like that. What was it— my breathing, or my heartbeat?
( a murmured query, eyes slowly blinking lower and lower. )
[ her instructions were just fine. he likes that about wanda — she's concise when she needs to be, tells him things that are easy to follow and won't leave room for him to overthink. unfortunately, it means there's nothing stopping him from being waylaid a few times to help people on his way to meet her, and by the time he shows up, he looks a little more dirt-ridden compared to when she'd last seen him. ]
Waited long? [ he plops himself on the bench next to her, finishing up a slice of toast someone had given him as thanks. ] My bad. [ and without so much as a pause, he's looking at her messenger bag curiously. ] What's in the bag?
[ snacks...? ]
Waited long? [ he plops himself on the bench next to her, finishing up a slice of toast someone had given him as thanks. ] My bad. [ and without so much as a pause, he's looking at her messenger bag curiously. ] What's in the bag?
[ snacks...? ]
[ Honestly had Wanda lost her composure, he can't say he would have blamed her. He's well aware of how stupid he looks - but if you stop caring how you look then it's fine. Right?
In reply Cassian jerks a thumb towards the window where the rain patters rhythmically against the window. ]
Don't worry. It would be rude to deny good hospitality.
[ That and he should probably sit in his shame for trekking in the mess that he had. With that he lifts the cup of tea to his lips, allowing the warmth to spread down his throat and through the rest of his body. ]
How have you been?
In reply Cassian jerks a thumb towards the window where the rain patters rhythmically against the window. ]
Don't worry. It would be rude to deny good hospitality.
[ That and he should probably sit in his shame for trekking in the mess that he had. With that he lifts the cup of tea to his lips, allowing the warmth to spread down his throat and through the rest of his body. ]
How have you been?
Heartbeat.
( but he knows that her breathing could have very easily led him to her as well. he smiles as she moves, as she sleepily comes awake. )
I can hear your heartbeat over everyone else's in the vicinity. I know it by heart. It's like a beacon for me.
( but he knows that her breathing could have very easily led him to her as well. he smiles as she moves, as she sleepily comes awake. )
I can hear your heartbeat over everyone else's in the vicinity. I know it by heart. It's like a beacon for me.
( and yet, something about the way cassian resigns himself to his fate (and shame) is almost more comical. wanda could (and perhaps should) allow for him to sit in his shame if he is entirely unbothered by it, but—
she scoots a little closer, leaving her book to the side, and putting a hand to a damp shoulder. in a second, the wet feeling should leave him; clothes and skin and hair now dry, making it his choice to draw away from the towels that are, too, dry. the gesture is silent and hardly perceived, but for the light sway of scarlet magic that spreads across him.
hand drawn away, wanda sits more comfortably against the corner of the couch, letting the cushion settle against her back. )
Tired, I think.
( —given that she was just about to sleep. )
This is the first time we meet in person, you know.
( and it went almost exactly the same as when they first met in the horizon. )
she scoots a little closer, leaving her book to the side, and putting a hand to a damp shoulder. in a second, the wet feeling should leave him; clothes and skin and hair now dry, making it his choice to draw away from the towels that are, too, dry. the gesture is silent and hardly perceived, but for the light sway of scarlet magic that spreads across him.
hand drawn away, wanda sits more comfortably against the corner of the couch, letting the cushion settle against her back. )
Tired, I think.
( —given that she was just about to sleep. )
This is the first time we meet in person, you know.
( and it went almost exactly the same as when they first met in the horizon. )
[ As Wanda moves closer Cassian watches her quietly from over the edge of his cup. It should come as no surprise that Wanda's magic has the desired effect. The water is whisked away like it was never there, and it feels a lot like his clothes have been run through a dryer akin to their first meeting in the Horizon. But this time he sees the red sheen shift across his clothes and knows inherently that this is her brand of magic.
Wanda's kindness is followed with a short nod of thanks before he tugs the towels from under him and begins to quietly fold them into a neat pile to return to the owner of the shop. ]
Do I look the same as I did then?
[ He's referring to both the time he'd broken into her domain and the dream that they'd all had together. ]
Wanda's kindness is followed with a short nod of thanks before he tugs the towels from under him and begins to quietly fold them into a neat pile to return to the owner of the shop. ]
Do I look the same as I did then?
[ He's referring to both the time he'd broken into her domain and the dream that they'd all had together. ]
[ Cid is still getting the lay of the land in Nocwich. While he spends much of the time meeting with Summoned from other factions, he'll just as frequently find himself poking hos head into the local establishments to see what they might have on offer. It's one of these meandering visits that lead him to Wanda's quiet corner outside the tea shop, entirely by chance.
Cid smiles at her by way of greeting, coming to a stop by her table. ] Don't you look cozy. Expecting company? Or have you decided to treat yourself?
[ He'll leave without a fuss if she's waiting on someone else, but he figures he ought to say hello. ]
Cid smiles at her by way of greeting, coming to a stop by her table. ] Don't you look cozy. Expecting company? Or have you decided to treat yourself?
[ He'll leave without a fuss if she's waiting on someone else, but he figures he ought to say hello. ]
[ This is technically Tifa's second time coming out to the Tertiary Settlement. The first had been when they were all called forth to witness Winifred's sacrifice. Even now, thinking back on it sends a chill up her spine. They all just stood there, watching, as it happened. And even though everyone seems to agree that Winifred knew what she was doing and was willing to pay that price, Tifa can't help but feel unsettled by it.
She's already helped with some of the funeral arrangements back at the Primary Settlement, so her second trip out here was to help with the leviathans. Some of them are being cooked up even now, though she decided she needed a break from the strong smells of the sea and decided to take a walk around this settlement that's still rather new to her.
While she mainly sticks to the settlement proper, she isn't afraid to wander near the outskirts either, which is how she comes across Wanda — with a basket full of random items, helping some caterpillars to cross the road. ]
Oh!
[ She stops short, remembering how Aerith would always call out when the party might be in danger of trampling over flowers or little critters or both. The memory causes a pang of homesickness to hit her, but she shakes it off. ]
Sorry. Um. Did you need some help?
She's already helped with some of the funeral arrangements back at the Primary Settlement, so her second trip out here was to help with the leviathans. Some of them are being cooked up even now, though she decided she needed a break from the strong smells of the sea and decided to take a walk around this settlement that's still rather new to her.
While she mainly sticks to the settlement proper, she isn't afraid to wander near the outskirts either, which is how she comes across Wanda — with a basket full of random items, helping some caterpillars to cross the road. ]
Oh!
[ She stops short, remembering how Aerith would always call out when the party might be in danger of trampling over flowers or little critters or both. The memory causes a pang of homesickness to hit her, but she shakes it off. ]
Sorry. Um. Did you need some help?
[ vash has two potted plants in both of his; in the horizon he wears the arm brad made him, the sunlight bouncing off and through the gem-like faceting. it casts glints of bright teal on him and his surroundings like a kaleidoscope.
he tilts his head towards her, as if getting a better look at her face will help him divine the word stuck on the tip of her tongue. he tries a few. ]
A... pavilion? Pergola?
he tilts his head towards her, as if getting a better look at her face will help him divine the word stuck on the tip of her tongue. he tries a few. ]
A... pavilion? Pergola?
( entirely by chance is right, for wanda seeks out the furthest corners away from anything that implies socialization. suppose that birds of a feather flock together, and all that.
she sits back, cozy in her seat, and looks over at the owner of such distinct voice, cup of tea just shy of touching her lips. )
I do alright on my own.
( meaning that he isn't interrupting; that she isn't waiting for someone. and, in the same vein, she uses the tip of her boot to press on the rung of the chair across from her, pushing it back and out from under the table a touch, even as wanda moves to lean into her elbows, setting her cup down. )
I can get you a cup if you aren't in a rush.
( as for imposing on her time—that much should answer that question. )
she sits back, cozy in her seat, and looks over at the owner of such distinct voice, cup of tea just shy of touching her lips. )
I do alright on my own.
( meaning that he isn't interrupting; that she isn't waiting for someone. and, in the same vein, she uses the tip of her boot to press on the rung of the chair across from her, pushing it back and out from under the table a touch, even as wanda moves to lean into her elbows, setting her cup down. )
I can get you a cup if you aren't in a rush.
( as for imposing on her time—that much should answer that question. )
( it probably says plenty of the things that they have been through, over time, even if their time shared together has been minimal as opposed to the amount of time they have both mutually been in abraxas, in how the interaction coasts by with little ounce of awkwardness between them. her actions are expected, his thanks go without saying, and—just like that—they can move on from the situation.
push perhaps into something that allows for a little humorous prodding between them.
wanda pulls her legs under her, finding a position to recline even more against the cushions of the couch, the way she looks at him an allowed vulnerability; the relaxed posture, the openness in her expression— )
Your hair is more messy in real life. I think you might hope it wasn't so.
( —the small tug of her lip upwards, a hint of a smile. )
Enough of you is you, though.
( and many would argue that that's enough.
wanda is silent for a moment, hedging between some thoughts as she peers over at him, almost in question. )
Are you looking for someone to help you with something?
push perhaps into something that allows for a little humorous prodding between them.
wanda pulls her legs under her, finding a position to recline even more against the cushions of the couch, the way she looks at him an allowed vulnerability; the relaxed posture, the openness in her expression— )
Your hair is more messy in real life. I think you might hope it wasn't so.
( —the small tug of her lip upwards, a hint of a smile. )
Enough of you is you, though.
( and many would argue that that's enough.
wanda is silent for a moment, hedging between some thoughts as she peers over at him, almost in question. )
Are you looking for someone to help you with something?
( sometimes matt says things that make her falter and wonder just how much of this either of them is allowed to have. she doesn't know how to react to the fact that her heartbeat is a beacon to him, how it guides him amidst the darkness that his eyes can't dissipate.
quietly, she presses even closer to him, wrapping an arm around him and lying comfortable against his side. )
Well, you found me.
( and now they're both here. book forgotten, incoming nap on pause, and all but the gentle lull of the rainy weather outside; his clothes are a bit damp, but it seems like he's managed to avoid the worst of it. )
How are you? ( wanda asks, a quiet mutter. ) Doing okay?
quietly, she presses even closer to him, wrapping an arm around him and lying comfortable against his side. )
Well, you found me.
( and now they're both here. book forgotten, incoming nap on pause, and all but the gentle lull of the rainy weather outside; his clothes are a bit damp, but it seems like he's managed to avoid the worst of it. )
How are you? ( wanda asks, a quiet mutter. ) Doing okay?
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