Who: wanda and others When: november-december Where: solvunn, nocwich, horizon What: catch-all for both months! closed and open prompts within. Warnings: none at the moment, will mark as needed.
[that's good— that's going to have to good enough for right now. wanda draws her hand away from his cheek, lets it smooth out over his shirt. she can feel it—this tension in his thoughts, the somber pull of guilt over him. as much as she knows where this is coming from, she hates to see it reflected in him.
the two of them, battered and bruised by their circumstances, with the potentiality of finding themselves unmoored from one another.
—she's reminded, then—]
I brought something for you.
[it's said in something of a mutter, and wanda pulls away entirely from him to dig her hands into the inner pocket of her vest. for all that she didn't reply to his message, for all that she hadn't sought him out, she sure did bring something for him. in her hands is a pouch, velvet to the touch. wanda sits on the ledge of the outlook, hoping he joins her at her side.]
I... was thinking of ways to make it easy for you to learn them.
[she puts the pouch over one of his hands, wherein he'll find small wooden pieces, runes carved onto them; turned over, the runes are protruding. two different tactile methods.]
Or you can just use ink to stamp them on surfaces.
( she pulls away from him and matt waits until he hears her sit. a moment later, he joins her, taking a seat beside her while she pulls out her gift.
he starts to say that she didn't need to do that but when she reveals what it is she got him, he laughs a bit, taking the pouch and rubbing his thumb over the softness. )
Did you make these or buy them?
( no matter what she did, they're still nice. he has been trying with the runes but he thinks that this might make it easier for him because he'll be able to feel them. )
[things had been relatively simpler back then, when wanda had first taught these runes to matt—or tried to teach him three of them, anyway. it had been fun, thrilling, to be near him, to traipse the line of will-we-won't-we.
she likes to hear his laugh, finds courage in that.]
I made them, though that depends on what you think making anything with magic counts as.
[wanda had gone and collected the wooden bits herself, though, carved and polished them with her magic, as it were. reaching for the pouch, she opens it up and pulls out one of the wooden chips, holding it for him to take.]
One side has them curved inward, and the other one juts out. [she leans against his arm, pulling her hand back.] How do they feel?
( his fingers brush over the runes, one finger tracing them while he tries to identify them. he recognizes the three she's given him and smiles to himself. )
They feel good. I like them.
( he gives her a smile, easier and less tight than previous ones before he puts them back in the bag. )
[he smiles, and it brings relief to wanda. she reaches her hand over to the pouch, lingering between his hands for a moment before taking up the pouch again, going through the runes before picking one out.
she presents it to him.]
I'd like you to hold onto this one on your person at all times. All runes together are a boon, but this one in specific is for protection. You can put it in a pocket. It won't really help you if you drop off a building, but...
[wanda sees as he places the rune into his pocket, already certifiably keeping to his promise to her of keeping it on him. she smiles lightly, and then tucks herself against him, leaning onto him, head on his shoulder.
she reaches for one of his hands, holds onto it, fingers lacing together.
they can stay here together for a while longer.]
Have you thought of a name for the raven that helped you before? It's been knocking at my window on the Horizon for a few days now, but I don't have an answer for him.
( matt laughs and then bows his head, trying to think of something. he's never named an animal. he's never really named anything so he goes with the first thing that comes to mind and that's — )
[she repeats, amusement in her voice and in the lilt of her lips upward. she knows that's the name of matt's best friend, and it somehow feels—special. special that he's decided to name the raven that, to let this thing that is so personal and his to be shared upon her own domain.
[in a day or so? wanda looks at him skeptically—but can tell that there is honesty in his words. the part she is skeptical about is the reason for his not eating.
that settles it, then.
wanda stands, bringing him along with her, her hand tightly holding his. the next thing she says is removed from any push towards judgement regarding his piss-poor diet, or trying to dig into the why.]
I could eat, too. There's a tavern we could go to.
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the two of them, battered and bruised by their circumstances, with the potentiality of finding themselves unmoored from one another.
—she's reminded, then—]
I brought something for you.
[it's said in something of a mutter, and wanda pulls away entirely from him to dig her hands into the inner pocket of her vest. for all that she didn't reply to his message, for all that she hadn't sought him out, she sure did bring something for him. in her hands is a pouch, velvet to the touch. wanda sits on the ledge of the outlook, hoping he joins her at her side.]
I... was thinking of ways to make it easy for you to learn them.
[she puts the pouch over one of his hands, wherein he'll find small wooden pieces, runes carved onto them; turned over, the runes are protruding. two different tactile methods.]
Or you can just use ink to stamp them on surfaces.
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he starts to say that she didn't need to do that but when she reveals what it is she got him, he laughs a bit, taking the pouch and rubbing his thumb over the softness. )
Did you make these or buy them?
( no matter what she did, they're still nice. he has been trying with the runes but he thinks that this might make it easier for him because he'll be able to feel them. )
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she likes to hear his laugh, finds courage in that.]
I made them, though that depends on what you think making anything with magic counts as.
[wanda had gone and collected the wooden bits herself, though, carved and polished them with her magic, as it were. reaching for the pouch, she opens it up and pulls out one of the wooden chips, holding it for him to take.]
One side has them curved inward, and the other one juts out. [she leans against his arm, pulling her hand back.] How do they feel?
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( his fingers brush over the runes, one finger tracing them while he tries to identify them. he recognizes the three she's given him and smiles to himself. )
They feel good. I like them.
( he gives her a smile, easier and less tight than previous ones before he puts them back in the bag. )
Thank you.
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[he smiles, and it brings relief to wanda. she reaches her hand over to the pouch, lingering between his hands for a moment before taking up the pouch again, going through the runes before picking one out.
she presents it to him.]
I'd like you to hold onto this one on your person at all times. All runes together are a boon, but this one in specific is for protection. You can put it in a pocket. It won't really help you if you drop off a building, but...
[—you know, the small things.]
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( well, the last time they were in nocwich. when frank was still here.
he sighs but doesn't bring that up because they're both already dealing with a lot. they don't need to add a loss onto things.
he folds his fingers around the rune and squeezes it before he slides it into his pocket. )
I promise, I'll keep it on me.
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she reaches for one of his hands, holds onto it, fingers lacing together.
they can stay here together for a while longer.]
Have you thought of a name for the raven that helped you before? It's been knocking at my window on the Horizon for a few days now, but I don't have an answer for him.
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( matt laughs and then bows his head, trying to think of something. he's never named an animal. he's never really named anything so he goes with the first thing that comes to mind and that's — )
Foggy.
( foggy would be honored, right? )
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[she repeats, amusement in her voice and in the lilt of her lips upward. she knows that's the name of matt's best friend, and it somehow feels—special. special that he's decided to name the raven that, to let this thing that is so personal and his to be shared upon her own domain.
the raven will be pleased.]
It's a good name.
[wanda glances at him.]
Are you hungry?
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( he'd been a little nervous showing up here after he hadn't heard from her so that had made him a little nauseous. )
I haven't. In, uh, a day or so. Been busy.
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that settles it, then.
wanda stands, bringing him along with her, her hand tightly holding his. the next thing she says is removed from any push towards judgement regarding his piss-poor diet, or trying to dig into the why.]
I could eat, too. There's a tavern we could go to.
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so, he nods and doesn't even try and argue. )
All right, let's go eat.
( and maybe then he'll answer questions about why he hasn't been eating. but maybe not.
at least he gets to spend the time with her. )