[it is a darkness that wanda is well and fully familiarized withβthe one here one that spells prophetic verses about her, in a language far too ancient for her to notably understand, but one that melds under her influence and her fingers into something with substance and meaning.
from the darkness she steps, emblazoned in the red hues that adorn the shimmers on the obsidian walls.]
Can you read it?
[this manβ she knows him. they spent some time alone, enjoying the peace and quiet of sam's horizon many moons ago. his name escapes her, but comes to her with an easy traction of mind reading. castiel.
as she steps closer, the writings and markings on the wall blur out, like water rippling, making it impossible to see with certainty what it all spelled out. like in a dream, where one cannot actually read anything but gibberish. her mind's defense: keeping her from unlocking this forbidden magic once more.
no subject
from the darkness she steps, emblazoned in the red hues that adorn the shimmers on the obsidian walls.]
Can you read it?
[this manβ she knows him. they spent some time alone, enjoying the peace and quiet of sam's horizon many moons ago. his name escapes her, but comes to her with an easy traction of mind reading. castiel.
as she steps closer, the writings and markings on the wall blur out, like water rippling, making it impossible to see with certainty what it all spelled out. like in a dream, where one cannot actually read anything but gibberish. her mind's defense: keeping her from unlocking this forbidden magic once more.
except she doesn't wish for it to be here.]
It was written by a demon long ago.