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[carmesi]

Who: Himeka, Nero, Wanda.
What: They're living together, and it's a bit of a disaster getting used to each other. Nero may have tiny ears? We're on the case.
Where: Gardsbruk Farm, Solvunn.
When: After Summoning arrival and throughout April.
Warnings: TBA if necessary.

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[carmesi]

[it's telling how vulnerable she feels. her usual irritated attitude is gone, the distance she likes to keep between herself and others melting away. nero had reminded wanda of pietro when he had first arrived, a shock of white hair and the jock-like gait to go with it; now, with his arm around her shoulders, the touch almost sends her back in time to precious memories of her brother looking after her, protecting her.

wanda leans into nero, a squeeze of emotion in her chest.

she mourns and mourns and mourns. she is not done burying a loved one before she has to dig a grave anew, get torn asunder by the shock and the waves of grieving. anchor after anchor removed from her, the ground slipping from beneath her feet. nero is here—a safety net; himeka is here—keeping her ashore.

she doesn't know how much time passes as she cries into his shirt, eventually removing herself with an ounce of embarrassment on her face (downcast eyes, slow, trembling movements, rubbing at her tear-stained cheeks). for what it's worth, she remains close, pressed to his side, and brings a hand to hold onto himeka's.

her lips tremble as she tries to get the words out. her chest feels heavy, every breath painful, but she's been here before. she can surface again.

(she is home here, temporary as it may be.)]

Is— is the bread still warm?

[how to awkwardly shuffle out of this?]

[ofthesword]

[It's not the first time he's held someone crying into his shirt, but somehow, it never gets any fucking easier. Even if he hasn't known Wanda his whole life, it's still as painful as a red-hot poker lodged in his chest. His arms stay where they are, letting her get it out. Wet his shirt. Let the bread go cold. His hand rubs her shoulder, his teeth clenched.

Was there a point to this whole thing? The memories? Just a forced way to share their pasts? Or just some random bullshit, like a thunderstorm outta nowhere?

He lets her go when she starts to pull away, but his hands rest on her shoulders. What's one wet shirt, anyway? The two of them hang onto her and it feels like something solid's been built between them. A chain, maybe. The sort of thing he felt with Nico when she got her grubby hands all over his sword to fix her, leaving her singing like a bird.

It's a fair question. He doesn't laugh, but his lips curl up a little.] Uh. Yeah, ice cold, honestly. Maybe we can pop it in the microw -- er, the. Fire oven thing. I can go fire it up.

[Hah, get it? Fire oven?] Maybe a cup of milk or something with it. Gotta hydrate, you know. [Nero, that's for water.] You wanna come with, Wanda?

[As in: should we all stay here until you're good, or are you looking for an escape to move on? There's always gotta be an out when someone comes down out of grief. Either to settle in it, or step away as fast as possible.]