[there is much they could talk about out here, but wanda reckons it's better to get out of the cold first. she had put together this cabin for a reason, and so she nods, turning her eyes away and starting to short trek up towards it. the door opens easily with her touch, a mix of the horizon's creation of magic and her own chaos magic, keeping everything steady at the seams.
it's warm, either way, a fire already burning in the fireplace, casting an orange glow, keeping the cold away.
inside here, in this small, tiny hex of hers, the sight of claude's dead body disappearsβdisplaced instead by an illusion of things as they should be: normal and alive. wanda draws closer towards the fireplace, finally looking at claude and meeting his green eyes.]
It must be the Singularity. It feels β different, though. [she isn't sure.] This space, I mean.
[it's definitely the horizon, as they've known it, but something just feels slightly off, just slightly different.]
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it's warm, either way, a fire already burning in the fireplace, casting an orange glow, keeping the cold away.
inside here, in this small, tiny hex of hers, the sight of claude's dead body disappearsβdisplaced instead by an illusion of things as they should be: normal and alive. wanda draws closer towards the fireplace, finally looking at claude and meeting his green eyes.]
It must be the Singularity. It feels β different, though. [she isn't sure.] This space, I mean.
[it's definitely the horizon, as they've known it, but something just feels slightly off, just slightly different.]