Wanda Maximoff (
seeingscarlet) wrote2030-02-06 01:26 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Entry tags:
Contact | Noctium

RESIDENCE ✦ Solstice Estates
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby
❝I'm not here right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can.❞
INFO ✧ PERMISSIONS ✧ KINKLIST ✧ EXTRA
no subject
Wanda makes a soft, almost imperceptible sound as he kisses the scar on her palm.]
And am I a butterfly or a flower?
[Her voice is soft, fond, like she doesn't want to break the spell he's casting on her.]
no subject
[ He smiles and kisses her palm again, then closes her fingers lightly around it. ]
You contain multitudes.
no subject
So do you.
[Wanda knows her limitations. She is no poet. But she can share what Shaxx feels like to her: the sea of light ever supporting her is accurate, yes, but there's the psychic impression of petrichor, the charge and anticipation in the air just before the storm comes, the warmth of the fire in her cabin against the bitter cold all those months ago. A warrior's strength, the softer heart of a poet. Hope. And so much love.
She will not call him the sun - the sun is too distant and impersonal, and Shaxx is someone she is proud to stand beside. The butterfly and the light dancing together, rather than one hiding within the other. They complement each other well, and Wanda is eternally grateful that he'd been the first person she'd stumbled across after Malachite ripped her away from her world.
After a moment more basking in the feel of him, she turns to kiss his cheek.]
Whenever you're ready.
[It certainly won't hurt her hair to leave it on longer if he wants to stay like this a little more.]
no subject
And that is all that has ever really mattered to him.
He holds her close for a bit longer, basking in that inner warmth from her before he presses a kiss against her temple. ]
Let's get it washed out so you can show me the bath explosive.
[ And he's just as careful and gentle with that, reverent almost, as he was in getting the conditioner into her hair in the first place, carefully finger-combing out every potential knot. ]
no subject
Here.
[The bath bomb levitates over to him.]
Bath bombs aren't for throwing. You just drop it in, and then you watch.
no subject
He takes the bath bomb. ]
You make it sound less exciting with every passing moment.
[ Yes, he's teasing.
He deposits the bath bomb into the water. ]
no subject
You'll see.
[The bath bomb starts fizzing the second it hits the water. It begins releasing waves of sunset color and soon a nice spicy scent fills the bathroom. This one has a few large confetti inclusions but no glitter. It's one of the few that she has that doesn't.]
What do you think?
no subject
As a way to make water smell nice and look colorful, it certainly works.
Can't recommend it as an explosive.
no subject
[Well...okay, that really depends on how you want to define 'mess' here.]
Not that kind of mess. But we can make other messes next time if this isn't exciting enough for you.
no subject
[ Look at him, sounding like a Warlock, quibbling about nomenclature. He's very amused. ]
Sitting around in a colorful bath that smells nice sounds very relaxing. [ Even he can admit to that, even if he's in many ways very bad at relaxing. But at least he's got someone else here with him, so that'll keep him from getting bored. ]
no subject
[Wanda turns to kiss his cheek and then rests her head against his.]
But you're the best part of this bath.
no subject
[ Short of a literal grenade... ]
I certainly wouldn't be sitting around in one if you weren't here to keep me company. [ He smiles. Most baths he's had have involved rolling around in a stream. He's never seen the reason to really linger, nor had the time. ] Trying new things.
no subject
[She's pretty sure the architects specifically designed this tub for two.]
We can stay as long as you want. I'll keep us warm.
Wrap?
He settles his chin lightly on her shoulder, arms wrapped around her waist. ]
Then I'll recite poetry for you until we're both wrinkling up.