Wanda Maximoff

Two days we waited under the bed, we waited, @QuickLilBastard and I for Stark to kill us. [RP 18+, pre-AoU, #Twincest]

[Wanda Maximoff @Khaosska]

@QuicklilBastard "No one is perfect."

[Wanda Maximoff @Khaosska]

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[Wanda Maximoff @Khaosska]

@QuicklilBastard > intimately as it had connected the twins moments before.

[Wanda Maximoff @Khaosska]

@QuicklilBastard > pulse quickens with each new spike of fear. She shares it with them, she feels it as well as they do, her power connecting them as >

[Wanda Maximoff @Khaosska]

@QuicklilBastard > she sees the nightmares that the two men, and then two more, and three more, as her power strains outward and adds more terror. Her >

[Wanda Maximoff @Khaosska]

@QuicklilBastard > faintly and her eyes become more and more crimson, flicking as if dreaming, but it is not their shared dream that she sees any longer >

[Wanda Maximoff @Khaosska]

@QuicklilBastard > at their collars, their hair, and they scream. Wanda's power streams from the open door, expanding out and out and out. Her body jerks >

[Wanda Maximoff @Khaosska]

@QuicklilBastard > the doctors had been watching them the whole time. When they enter the fog they are struck screaming. They drop to their knees and pull >

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@QuicklilBastard > However, that all changes as soon as the door opens. Two men step inside, coming to take her. They are never truly alone in their rooms, >

[Wanda Maximoff @Khaosska]

@QuicklilBastard room like smoke, but with so much more purpose. It's a bomb waiting to go off, held at bay only by Wanda's utter inability to hurt Pietro. >

[Wanda Maximoff @Khaosska]

@QuicklilBastard Wanda is unresponsive to his words, trapped somewhere between waking and sleeping, her magic hazing through the air, filling the small >

[Wanda Maximoff @Khaosska]

@QuicklilBastard > for it and worn it around her wrist. It was around her wrist now, dangling with their breathing.

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@QuicklilBastard > her many small things, but the one that she's thinking of is a shiny marble, that looks like an opal. She'd made a little string sling >

[Wanda Maximoff @Khaosska]

@QuicklilBastard > treasures are small, but either things that they had taken from the rubble of their home, or various things that they collected. He gave >

[Wanda Maximoff @Khaosska]

@QuicklilBastard She smiles and tilts her head slightly, narrowing her eyes as she guesses his game. "Maybe. Your hint is that you got it for me." Her >

[Wanda Maximoff @Khaosska]

@QuicklilBastard > thinking of something. Can you guess it?" she asks, falling into an old game, an innocent one from ages ago.

[Wanda Maximoff @Khaosska]

@QuicklilBastard > here. Now. She is content to lay with him, until morning, though she is aware she will be tired, it is worth it to see him smile. "I'm >

[Wanda Maximoff @Khaosska]

@QuicklilBastard "Never." She's happy that he's not in pain, here. She knows that he will hurt when he wakes and so she is happy to be able to soothe him >

[Wanda Maximoff @Khaosska]

@QuicklilBastard > remember. "Not hiding. Not going anywhere."

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@QuicklilBastard > It's easy, with him, they know where each others limbs fit. Comes from small rooms and sharing everything for as long as they can >