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seeingscarlet) wrote2030-02-06 01:26 pm
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Wanda Maximoff ✦ MCURESIDENCE ✦ Solstice Estates
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She understands that protectiveness and pride. She just hates what has happened to his Earth and the sacrifices that have been demanded of him and others to secure this much, the fact that there is such a heavy burden for these Guardians to bear at all. She's seen minds that have shattered from less.
Perhaps it is in their nature to survive, but she also knows from experience that it is a terribly lonely existence, to be so set apart from the people you protect. It might be different when there are more people like you. But even so...it isn't as if the regular Avengers are the poster children for Healthy Coping Mechanisms and Generally Being Well-Adjusted. And none of them have been through the trauma of so many violent deaths.
That shared pain is enough to bring her to tears, yes, but that's not the only reason. Her heart hurts for him, and she hates to see the people she cares about in pain. Even if that pain is well in the past.]
...I think I understand. [Understanding doesn't require liking it, after all.] You have a good heart, even after everything you have seen.
[Wanda doesn't know how to make this better. But she certainly doesn't think any less of him and he needs to know that. If he didn't want her darker side and she wasn't still feeling so emotionally raw from the events at home, this could very well be a different conversation.]
And...I trust you. You can feel that, yes?
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He can only hope she does understand now, at least a little. And maybe she'll finally realize that she can't hurt him.
His only regret is that he's hurt her in some way, because she's crying. That was never his intention, to burden her with more grief that isn't even hers to bear. He reaches up to wipe her tears away with his thumb, the touch feather-light. ]
It's all right.
[ The words are meaningless assurance because he doesn't know what else to say.
But the trust, he can feel. Not such an unnatural thing, for people who have survived death together. And it's to his immense relief that he hasn't damaged that trust with his fumbling, though it serves as a reminder that he must take every care not to abuse this gift. ]
Yes.
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So stay, if you want to.
[There is a simple, primal comfort in holding someone and being held in return and, well...they both probably need it, honestly.]
We're all right.
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Turning into a Fallen now, are we? Titania asks.
Hush.
--the small but undeniable imbalance of power is of concern to him, since she is in a much more vulnerable position than he is, and he's very aware of that. And on the fourth and final hand--
Hm, so are you going to be an Archon or a Kell, then? Titania muses.
I am not dignifying that with a response.
Except you just did.
--he very much wants to both support and protect Wanda. Part of that is the duty that he owes he because she is someone who needs support. But far more important is that everything he's said to her before--and thought about her--is true. She is a Light worth knowing. He likes her.
And maybe he's just running in a big mental circle because he needs to find a way to give himself permission to do something he already wants to do.
You are making this way too complicated.
You are not helping.
There are far more reasons to stay than to go, ultimately, he decides. He can go to his brothers for advice on the ethical concerns and they'll keep him honest. His helmet is there, ready to be put back on if he starts feeling too naked without it. And he remembers Wanda saying that she had power, but no control. Perhaps it will be good for her to have control over this, even if it's a small thing on the scale of the world.
It seems silly, that this decision takes far more consideration than ones that involve far more explosions. But he's used to making those kind of decisions. He's extremely comfortable in a space where the worst outcome is death that might or might not be final. Here, he is very much outside his experience, and it shows in his indecisiveness, however brief. ]
I want to stay. [ Now that he's thought it out, he can speak as firmly and definitively as he normally does. His lips curve into a crooked smile. ] As I promised.
[ I will stay until you want me to go.
He leans in to rest his forehead against hers and closes his eyes. It's the most intimate gesture he knows as someone who normally wears a helmet, something done without thinking. He repeats: ]
We're all right.
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When the moment passes, she curls back around him, just like they were before. She's supposed to be keeping him warm, right? She just...doesn't want to let go yet.
Does it count as being clingy if this is something they're supposed to be doing anyway?]
I'm glad it was you I found in the Crater.
[This could have been so much worse if she'd been all alone, and she might actually believe Shaxx when he says that the Rosses of this world, if they exist, will have to answer to him. She saw how he held strong against so much.
(But she remembers the sincerity in Vision's voice and mind when he'd promised to protect her and she remembers that falling apart: Wanda sending him hurtling through the floor because she'd panicked about Clint and later being torn from Vision's arms and unceremoniously slammed into concrete by Ross's soldiers. They still have their power here, but they don't have control.
But maybe a Titan would have drawn the line long before literally everything fell apart. She can certainly trust him to have her back in a way that she can't expect of anyone else she's met so far.)]
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Her words bring another smile to his lips. ]
I am, too.
[ There is a spark to you. It will light the world.
He finds one of her hands with his and laughs softly before reciting: ]
Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars
Unlook’d for joy in that I honour most.
Great princes’ favourites their fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun’s eye,
And in themselves their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,
After a thousand victories once foiled,
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toiled:
Then happy I, that love and am beloved,
Where I may not remove nor be removed.
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He could easily put her to sleep like this. Easily. But she's still clinging to consciousness when he finishes, if barely.]
Is that one yours?
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No. Shakespeare. Sonnet 25.
I'm no writer. But as I said... memorization is a trick. [ Really, there are plenty of people (and he might be one of them) who would argue he's stuffed so many random plays and poems into his brain because he's definitely not using it for anything else. ] Poems are more fun to recite than longer things like novels.
[ He considers how sleepy and content she feels. He has many more poems rattling around in his head that he can offer up. ]
Soul’s joy, bend not those morning stars from me,
Where virtue is made strong by beauty’s might,
Where love is chasteness, pain doth learn delight,
And humbleness grows one with majesty.
Whatever may ensue, O let me be
Co-partner of the riches of that sight;
Let not mine eyes be hell-driv’n from that light;
O look, O shine, O let me die and see.
For though I oft my self of them bemoan,
That through my heart their beamy darts be gone,
Whose cureless wounds even now most freshly bleed,
Yet since my death wound is already got,
Dear killer, spare not they sweet cruel shot;
A kind of grace it is to slay with speed.
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...except she's safe and warm and sleepy and she's just not going to make it much longer. It's a gradual fading, but soon enough Wanda falls asleep on him. He may not understand how significant this is, but Wanda and sleep haven't been friends for a very long time. She always sleeps much better when there's a second, trusted mind nearby and tonight, for the first time since Lagos, she'll sleep without nightmares.]
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It's been a while since that happened, he comments to Titania.
You're going to get tired of saying that around her.
I don't think I will.
He waits a while to make sure she's well and truly asleep, then waits a bit longer. He's not one to enjoy sitting still, but he passes the time by reviewing the other sonnets he's memorized, by Shakespeare and others. Once he's certain that she's well and truly asleep, with slow care he shifts around so he can pull her fully into his arms, and then stands.
He deposits her gently on her bed and untangles her arms from his, shushing her sleepy protests until she settles back down and he can pull a blanket over her. These are motions he remembers at least; he put more than a few children to bed in the keep, and after in the City, when they'd wandered from their beds. He smooths her hair down with a light touch and then returns to the fire.
The under armor is warm again at least; he pulls it back in place so only his head and hands are showing. Probably should have done that earlier.
You didn't want to move her. And she wasn't complaining.
True, he allows.
Neither were you.
He shakes his head to himself. I've got to be careful with her.
You're overthinking things.
You're the only one who'd ever accuse me of that. He settles down on the floor, comfortable enough in the under armor and wrapped in a blanket, though it still feels odd without the plating. He closes his eyes and tries to sleep, but the air against his face feels strange and his breath sounds too distant. Finally, he gives up and pulls his helmet on. It's better. That's what finally lets him ease off into sleep as well.
As he often does, he dreams of Twilight Gap. ]