[ peter waits for minutes that tick on, crest to the count of maybe ten, or twelve or even fifteen as he sits on his bed and waits for an answer, uncertain of what to do with himself.
was that a yes? did he exhaust the options to talk here? was she going to visit —
oh, oh shit, he starts, unfolding limbs from his tense fold, as if remembering that in order to check, he'd actually have to go into his horizon himself and oh my god he hopes she's there or that he didn't miss her and whoops, okay, focus and meditate and —
— and it was starting to be quicker habit to switch his mind into the horizon. to take a deep breath and settle and while the latter part was definitively the hardest, it worked soon enough and the next time he opens his eyes, its standing in aunt may's apartment, with warm sunlight through the curtains, some sort of nebulous time of day catching the setting sun. it's warmer than the last time, curated into the memories and feelings he wanted to remember her by, but the loneliness lingers no matter how hard he scrubs.
when wanda looks outside the windows, however, she'll see an effect that would be reminiscent to strange's mirror dimension. peter had been testing the limits of this place, mathematically speaking. geometry is cool, and he was — well, bored wasn't the correct description. restless. it was easier to exist in a place that adjusted as fast as his mind wanted it to.
peter stands in the living room, pivots around until his eyes and senses zero in on her presence, standing by the window. his heart lurches into his throat. he isn't sure if its relief yet, but he's glad to see her. ] Wanda —
[ he takes a few steps forward, but stops a few away, not wanting to be too intrusive, maybe. ] Sorry, were you waiting for a while? I — sorry. Hi.
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was that a yes? did he exhaust the options to talk here? was she going to visit —
oh, oh shit, he starts, unfolding limbs from his tense fold, as if remembering that in order to check, he'd actually have to go into his horizon himself and oh my god he hopes she's there or that he didn't miss her and whoops, okay, focus and meditate and —
— and it was starting to be quicker habit to switch his mind into the horizon. to take a deep breath and settle and while the latter part was definitively the hardest, it worked soon enough and the next time he opens his eyes, its standing in aunt may's apartment, with warm sunlight through the curtains, some sort of nebulous time of day catching the setting sun. it's warmer than the last time, curated into the memories and feelings he wanted to remember her by, but the loneliness lingers no matter how hard he scrubs.
when wanda looks outside the windows, however, she'll see an effect that would be reminiscent to strange's mirror dimension. peter had been testing the limits of this place, mathematically speaking. geometry is cool, and he was — well, bored wasn't the correct description. restless. it was easier to exist in a place that adjusted as fast as his mind wanted it to.
peter stands in the living room, pivots around until his eyes and senses zero in on her presence, standing by the window. his heart lurches into his throat. he isn't sure if its relief yet, but he's glad to see her. ] Wanda —
[ he takes a few steps forward, but stops a few away, not wanting to be too intrusive, maybe. ] Sorry, were you waiting for a while? I — sorry. Hi.