[βshe says in return, their greeting each other never the usual but for the call of each other's name. there is far too much history here for them to easily push into niceties. wanda prefers it this way, regardless of, and she thinks that stephen might, too.
as her hand grips the door, barring him entry to her home within the horizon, she listens to him nonetheless, raising an eyebrow at his complete disregard of giving her a heads-up. just head in and hope for the best; hope that she would be in? what a nosy man.]
For wanting to see what I've done with the place, you really skipped the scenic route.
[she glances over his shoulder at the darkness of night, then back over her own, at the warm orange lamps that give light and shadow to the house. she had never once invited stephen to her cabin, back when her horizon was different. she glances back at him, then her hand lets go of the door, letting it swing open a little more as she steps back, granting him entry.]
Of course I mind, but you're already here. We were in the living room, so...
[she shrugs her shoulders, because what else can she do? and once he's got a foot in, she starts walking up the entryway, up the narrow stairs filled with tchotchkes that adorn both wall and floor, into an equally narrow corridor, walled with bookshelves and out-of-place furniture. perhaps stephen may get a chance to study every framed picture and painting and every book she's conjured, but he would do well to follow wanda, as she disappears into one of the many available doorways.
one that brings them to a cozy, albeit busy, living room, chairs and couch and even a TV, along with way too many miscellaneous items. matt sits there too, which might answer any questions stephen might have about the 'we' she had mentioned.
wanda stands there for a moment, before raising a hand to motion towards the man already sitting here.]
Matthew Murdock. Lawyer. [then motions at stephenβ] Stephen Strange. Doctor.
[a representative for each faction, funny. have at it, intellectuals.]
You're both from New York.
[there we go. with a wave of her hand, she alludes to stephen getting to sit wherever he wants. wanda walks on over to the couch, on the opposite end of where matt sits, and the closest to the farthest corner, so she can keep an eye on this... interaction.]
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[βshe says in return, their greeting each other never the usual but for the call of each other's name. there is far too much history here for them to easily push into niceties. wanda prefers it this way, regardless of, and she thinks that stephen might, too.
as her hand grips the door, barring him entry to her home within the horizon, she listens to him nonetheless, raising an eyebrow at his complete disregard of giving her a heads-up. just head in and hope for the best; hope that she would be in? what a nosy man.]
For wanting to see what I've done with the place, you really skipped the scenic route.
[she glances over his shoulder at the darkness of night, then back over her own, at the warm orange lamps that give light and shadow to the house. she had never once invited stephen to her cabin, back when her horizon was different. she glances back at him, then her hand lets go of the door, letting it swing open a little more as she steps back, granting him entry.]
Of course I mind, but you're already here. We were in the living room, so...
[she shrugs her shoulders, because what else can she do? and once he's got a foot in, she starts walking up the entryway, up the narrow stairs filled with tchotchkes that adorn both wall and floor, into an equally narrow corridor, walled with bookshelves and out-of-place furniture. perhaps stephen may get a chance to study every framed picture and painting and every book she's conjured, but he would do well to follow wanda, as she disappears into one of the many available doorways.
one that brings them to a cozy, albeit busy, living room, chairs and couch and even a TV, along with way too many miscellaneous items. matt sits there too, which might answer any questions stephen might have about the 'we' she had mentioned.
wanda stands there for a moment, before raising a hand to motion towards the man already sitting here.]
Matthew Murdock. Lawyer. [then motions at stephenβ] Stephen Strange. Doctor.
[a representative for each faction, funny. have at it, intellectuals.]
You're both from New York.
[there we go. with a wave of her hand, she alludes to stephen getting to sit wherever he wants. wanda walks on over to the couch, on the opposite end of where matt sits, and the closest to the farthest corner, so she can keep an eye on this... interaction.]