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.
[Then that thought is hidden away for now — the expectation that she did want something in return. Her reassurance doesn’t completely eschew it completely, but that’s just Henry’s nature.
Though, again, it’s hard to pull his eyes away from the spider. He lowers his hand, holding it chest-level, unbothered by how it pricks at his fingers, turns around to test the solidity of his wrist.]
So you were bored.
[He says blandly, though he seems to remember his politeness, adding softer intonations to his next few lines as he looks at her properly now.]
Not many people would do this to kill time. Collect spiders, I mean. Too many fear them.
[he's not wrong in thinking that this charitable action from her was mostly in part by, yes, being bored. wanda has no reason to let him know otherwise, so she just offers a shrug. the lack of politeness is not particularly alarming, but there seems to be an obvious difference—between his initial tone and the one he corrects with afterwards.
wanda watches the spider moving along his wrist.]
There are worse things to be scared of.
[and, when you're at the top of the pyramid of 'apex predators', there's hardly anything that can scare her.]
I'd think they're more scared of us than we are of them. [she motions at her basket, at the jars that bump against each other with a sharp clink sound.] Do you want to keep the rest?
[He agrees with that — there are far, far worse things to be afraid. More monstrous things found in day-to-day life, hidden by polite smiles; he does not twig the irony of this own thought, however, as it would apply to himself.
Eyes flicker down to the clinking jars. There are so many; he’d like to see them all.]
I’m not going to let all the trouble you went to be for nothing.
[The truth is: his curiosity gnaws at him, the fascination burgeoning in his eyes. He wants to see the spiders she’s caught — are any of them different in this world? Would he even know, trapped as he was for twenty years in a lab?
Henry finally eases the large spider back into its jar, nudging it forward gently with a thumb so that it finds purchase again on a twig. He moves to close the lid.]
I want to at least look at them. And I guess I should thank you for your effort. Maybe I'll think of names, too.
[speaking of names... they don't know each other's...]
[he's going to name them? well, isn't that precious. wanda can't hide her smile, taking this moment after he's done closing the lid to hand over the basket. it's the next natural step in this exchange, she thinks, especially if he'd like to look at them and (maybe) name them.
oh, that's right.]
As long as you don't name any of them Wanda, I think it'll be alright.
[that is to say— she pulls her hands back onto herself, tucking them to her sides.]
[He allows the basket to hang at the crook of his arm, as though he were carrying around loaves of freshly baked bread and not jars clinking with live spiders.
A glance down at her hand, then back up to her face. Again, a brow rises, and Henry urges some of his usual politeness back to his features, covering the sincerity of his previous curiosities. It is by no means strained, though, given how much practice he has.]
If I named one "Wanda", wouldn't that be a compliment?
[But he reaches out with his hand and completes the shake.]
My name's Henry. We've been overdue for a proper introduction.
[a quick and simple shake, if only to showcase an olive branch being extended between two individuals that would rather just keep to themselves—as if the offering of a basketful of spiders wasn't enough.
she takes her hand back, tucking hands to her sides.]
I can't exactly stop you. [from naming a spider like her.] Down the path this way is Gardsbruk farm. If you ever want to collect more spiders — there are many more there.
[these names might mean nothing to henry, but— this is just so he knows that it's a summoned-friendly place, if nothing else. the twins who own the farm are very open and warm towards them.
also, it's not an invitation for him to move in now or any time in the future. (something tells wanda he's not going to read it that way.)]
I'll leave you to your spiders.
[because she is not up for small talk, even if she went through all this effort. surely he would feel the same.]
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Though, again, it’s hard to pull his eyes away from the spider. He lowers his hand, holding it chest-level, unbothered by how it pricks at his fingers, turns around to test the solidity of his wrist.]
So you were bored.
[He says blandly, though he seems to remember his politeness, adding softer intonations to his next few lines as he looks at her properly now.]
Not many people would do this to kill time. Collect spiders, I mean. Too many fear them.
[He imagines it’s no different in this world.]
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wanda watches the spider moving along his wrist.]
There are worse things to be scared of.
[and, when you're at the top of the pyramid of 'apex predators', there's hardly anything that can scare her.]
I'd think they're more scared of us than we are of them. [she motions at her basket, at the jars that bump against each other with a sharp clink sound.] Do you want to keep the rest?
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Eyes flicker down to the clinking jars. There are so many; he’d like to see them all.]
I’m not going to let all the trouble you went to be for nothing.
[The truth is: his curiosity gnaws at him, the fascination burgeoning in his eyes. He wants to see the spiders she’s caught — are any of them different in this world? Would he even know, trapped as he was for twenty years in a lab?
Henry finally eases the large spider back into its jar, nudging it forward gently with a thumb so that it finds purchase again on a twig. He moves to close the lid.]
I want to at least look at them. And I guess I should thank you for your effort. Maybe I'll think of names, too.
[speaking of names... they don't know each other's...]
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oh, that's right.]
As long as you don't name any of them Wanda, I think it'll be alright.
[that is to say— she pulls her hands back onto herself, tucking them to her sides.]
Wanda Maximoff.
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A glance down at her hand, then back up to her face. Again, a brow rises, and Henry urges some of his usual politeness back to his features, covering the sincerity of his previous curiosities. It is by no means strained, though, given how much practice he has.]
If I named one "Wanda", wouldn't that be a compliment?
[But he reaches out with his hand and completes the shake.]
My name's Henry. We've been overdue for a proper introduction.
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she takes her hand back, tucking hands to her sides.]
I can't exactly stop you. [from naming a spider like her.] Down the path this way is Gardsbruk farm. If you ever want to collect more spiders — there are many more there.
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Basket of spiders hanging on one arm, he casts his gaze down the path she's indicating.]
Is that where you're staying?
[Gardsbruk farm.]
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[these names might mean nothing to henry, but— this is just so he knows that it's a summoned-friendly place, if nothing else. the twins who own the farm are very open and warm towards them.
also, it's not an invitation for him to move in now or any time in the future. (something tells wanda he's not going to read it that way.)]
I'll leave you to your spiders.
[because she is not up for small talk, even if she went through all this effort. surely he would feel the same.]