[as she answers, wanda's hands have gravitated back unto each other, wringing one of her rings around, a gesture of uncertainty. sure, she could not see what was following her, but she could feel it; anyone who is being looked at as prey knows that feelingβthat feeling of not being safe.]
This is your domain. Whatever is lurking here is something that you know. Demogorgons, or these other things.
[βthis... nightmare world he's put together. these vines, the ashen quality of the air. wanda pulls her hands away from one another.]
no subject
[as she answers, wanda's hands have gravitated back unto each other, wringing one of her rings around, a gesture of uncertainty. sure, she could not see what was following her, but she could feel it; anyone who is being looked at as prey knows that feelingβthat feeling of not being safe.]
This is your domain. Whatever is lurking here is something that you know. Demogorgons, or these other things.
[βthis... nightmare world he's put together. these vines, the ashen quality of the air. wanda pulls her hands away from one another.]
What kills them?