[Barely conscious of the desire to do so, he steps in even closer to her and slips an arm around Wanda. And when she rubs her thumb against his cheek like that, he closes his eyes to savor it better. Between the heavy scent of flowers and green in the air and the distant sound of birdsong, her words have a powerful effect on him, and he finds that he feels a little giddy when he opens his eyes again and catches her gaze.]
Anything?
[She's being sincere, he knows that. But he's spoken the truth: there's nothing he could want more than to stay here with her. Well...maybe one thing.
With no more force than the butterfly alighting on the flowers, he leans down and brushes his lips against hers.]
Even this?
[They barely know each other--he's only been alive less than a day, he barely knows himself--but this feels right.]
[She's known from the moment she saw into his mind that Vision was special. He was so new but possessed of a strange wisdom and charm and such gentleness that she couldn't help but let him into her heart as well as her home. It had been one of those things she'd just known to be right, and...well, a witch should be able to recognize fate when she sees it.
And what could be a more fated kiss than this? The witch whose powers warp the world to her whim, the man who is more-than-man, and the garden that stubbornly flourishes in spite of the season.
Nothing else matters but her hand on his cheek and his arm around her waist and his lips on hers. Wanda's eyes close to savor that feather-light kiss, and when he pulls back she gazes up at him with hazy affection. He's tall, so tall, and his eyes are such a beautiful blue...]
Yes.
[She releases his hand in favor of bringing hers to the back of his neck to help guide him down for another kiss. It's more sure than their first kiss but still gentle, still leaving them room to feel this out.]
Everything I have. Everything I am. [Another kiss, longer than the last two. It feels like she's overflowing with love and joy and raw need, all of her loneliness leading to this one moment where her heart is laid suddenly and completely bare to him.] Because I love you, Vision. I was meant for you.
[At first he feels like his heart is going to overflow with her yes, but then she wants to kiss again and he finds room for more. It feels so right that he hardly cares that he has no idea what he's doing or what this might mean for the both of them. All he knows for certain is that this is good.
Somewhere during the third kiss he finds his arms both wrapped around her tightly, still nothing more than a tiny fraction of his strength but as firm as his resolve not to let her be alone anymore, not when there's another option.]
I don't know what I was meant for. I may never know.
[Because there's still darkness in his memory, and a feeling that his poor creators had something else entirely in mind for him. And yet he's not only finding himself well-suited to being a witch's companion but taking pride in it, and feeling like he can be helpful here.]
But as long as you'll have me, I am yours. Now and forever.
[...He might have to read some of those romance novels after all, though. The kiss was half guess and half instinct, and he is not very good at anything more than a basic lip-brushing.]
[Wanda strokes his cheek tenderly, gazing up into his beautifully unusual eyes. The light is bringing out all the tiny runes in their depths and she could so easily get lost in them. She just feels so safe and relaxed in his arms...]
Always, Vision. You've had part of my heart since we met.
[She kisses him lightly again. Oh no, she might have to teach Vision how to kiss and ensure he gets plenty of practice. How terrible for both of them. It isn't like her loft is literally set up for long makeout sessions...]
I will always love you. Whatever happens.
[She knows him, and whatever his creators intended for him has no bearing on the person she fell in love with.]
[But he's still smiling, and if he bumps noses when he tries to kiss her back he thinks she might understand. If she's willing to help him (and she certainly seems to be, and has been ever since she found him), he is very willing to learn. Right now he knows it means showing her how much she already means to him.
He gathers Wanda up close and holds her, marveling at her warmth and softness.]
But I hope you understand this is all very new to me. You'll let me know if I need to do something differently?
[Because navigating the world suddenly just got a lot more complicated, and he doesn't even have a whole day's experience to build on yet. Making a potion? Easy peasy. Not messing up a relationship with a human who already loves him has got to be more complicated than that.
--Oh, right, making a potion.]
My dear, ought we to get the water and continue? Or can it wait a few more moments?
I would not be a very good witch if I couldn't recognize fate.
[Wanda sighs happily and lets him pull her closer, shifting so her arms are wound around him and her cheek rests against his shoulder. He can probably feel her starting to relax even more into the embrace - physically, he's very warm and psychically, the emotions radiating from him are overwhelming in the best way. Wanda would honestly be quite content to rest in his arms for a while.]
Of course, love. And if we're moving too quickly or you're uncomfortable, please tell me.
[She nuzzles closer to better savor Vision's warmth. The potions are all but forgotten.]
Oh, um...it can wait for a few more minutes, if you want to.
[She gestures behind his back and the well crank begins to turn with the assistance of scarlet energy until the bucket's in view again.]
[He has no objection to letting Wanda rest in his arms for a while; her obvious comfort and happiness feed into his own, even if he's only getting it via body language and not from psychic abilities. Vision can't deny that holding her feels right somehow. Maybe "fate" is the right word for it, because how else would he have found her cottage in the first place?]
Yes, I think it can wait for a few more minutes.
[He murmurs it into her hair, brushing another kiss to her head as he does. The way she nuzzles up against him makes his heart pound and warmth flow everywhere, just like when they were kissing.]
I feel very comfortable with you, Wanda. But truthfully, I am not sure what exactly this entails. It's something else I must ask you to help me learn.
[He gets the idea she might not mind so much, teaching him what it means to be in love with someone.]
[The light sensation of his lips against her hair sends pleasant shivers down Wanda's spine and she responds with another gentle nuzzle. Everything about this moment is perfect and it feels like her heart is coming awake after a long slumber.]
Can I show you?
[She feels so at ease that it's out of her mouth before her mind is fully on board...but she trusts Vision completely. It's something she honestly wants to share with him.]
I can share my emotions with you, let you feel what I feel. Maybe it would help.
[The thought had never occurred to him. But she has many different uses for her magic, clearly. It shouldn't be surprising that she has some kind of spell that will let her share her feelings - and yet she lives alone. Yes, the presence of multiple guest beds suggests she does get visitors now and then, but it still seems like something that wouldn't be that important for her to learn.
Nevertheless, on consideration? It would help him. He seems to somehow have a good understanding of body language, but some confirmation would be great.] Yes, if you're certain you'd like to. [He runs a hand down her shoulder lightly, liking the stroking motion and the feel of her firm arms under the fabric.] I imagine if it's anything akin to what I am feeling, it will be pleasant for both of us.
[She nods against him, enjoying the feel of warm fabric against her cheek. Oh, the urge to lead Vision to the pillow nest in the loft so they can more fully explore this new development is so strong. She wants to be able to rest completely tangled in his embrace, safe and warm and loved. Tonight, perhaps, if nothing else.
The light touch stroking over her shoulder feels so good and Wanda takes that as a cue that it's all right if she begins mirroring the motion up and down Vision's back.]
Just relax, Vision. We don't need to move.
[Her psychic touch is light at first, remaining gentle but gradually becoming more sure. She laces their emotions together until Vision can feel the great warmth in her heart, her soothed touch starvation, all of the hopes and good wishes she has for him, and that odd soul-deep connection she feels between them. Vision is so perfect in her eyes an this feels so right. She trusts him completely and she'd give him the world if she could.]
[Her magic's touch on him is almost so light it tickles, which is an odd sensation given he's never experienced being tickled. He closes his eyes so he can better sense the weave of it through him, picking up on her emotional state gradually until his heart is beating in tune with the pulse of her magic; the runes on his metallic skin glow faintly red for a moment and then fade, and when he opens his eyes it's all there: the love, the certainty that runs as deep as his bones, the parched-dry need for human companionship that she's given a good soaking with her acceptance and care. Cruelty and shock might have stunted his growth, but she'd found him in time to heal the damage with kindness.
Most of all, feeling Wanda so thoroughly puts to rest one doubt he'd had ever since he'd awakened: she feels that soul-deep connection, too, and that means that above all else, it's a surety that he does have a soul.]
Oh, my love.
[His voice is thick with everything he's feeling right now, and before he even knows it he's going in for a hungry kiss. it's a way to express all of this, the only way he even has a clue how at the moment, and if this is any indication of what's to come, the loft will get some thorough use out of it before long.
Earlier he'd been so grateful to know she didn't mind having him around. Now that he knows she wants him--him, specifically--it nearly breaks his heart with happiness.]
[She feels his runes flare with power and then...oh. It's so much - his love, his trust, his relief, the connection that he feels too. She's overcome for a moment, so thoroughly caught up in him that she can barely speak or move for fear of disturbing the link.]
My heart.
[She only regains the ability to speak when he does, and it's all she has the chance to say before he kisses her again. She matches his hunger with her own desire, moaning softly and clinging to him for dear life. She wants him, wants this. And finally she is not so conscious of the missing part of her heart.
Wanda's eyes are starting to water from the force of their shared emotions and all it takes is one look into Vision's eyes for the floodgates to break.]
Vision...
[And with that, she buries her face in his shoulder and sobs in mingled happiness and relief. The link remains strong and all she can think about is how much she loves him, how happy she is to have him, and how deeply touched she is by the force of his love. Ever since Pietro's death she'd wished that she wouldn't have to be alone anymore and now, finally...now there's hope.]
[He moves easily from a hungry kiss to a tight embrace when Wanda starts crying, and it's a good thing she's decided to link their emotions together or he would honestly be concerned. But it's not because of something he's done wrong, it's because she's...happy. And if knowing he's right there for her helps with that, why, it's simple to let his body do the talking. You're not alone and I'm here are the easy ones, but there's an undercurrent of you're wonderful in there as well.
But there's a part of him that's not really sure crying is okay, so after a good long moment he pats her on the back, not really sure how to handle this.]
You are quite all right, aren't you? You're, er, leaking.
[She clings to Vision as she cries, letting his silent reassurances wash away the lingering pains of her loneliness. His love soothes her into quieter sobbing until it's little more than tears and a slight trembling in her shoulders. She doesn't mean to worry him; it was just so much all at once that she'd been unable to prepare for.
She nods in response, managing a watery smile as she emerges from his shoulder. Look, being human is hard.]
I guess I am. [A small laugh - that's an odd but cute way to think of it.] Sometimes humans cry when we're hurt or sad or overwhelmed. But this is good-overwhelmed. I needed to feel you like this.
[She kisses him, soft and chaste this time. See, she's fine. Hardly even crying anymore. And as she comes down from that sudden swell of emotion she finds that she feels that same relief that comes from a good cry, although Wanda suspects that this time the feeling is here to stay.]
Then you have my permission to do so any time you wish.
[It's an easy promise to make, and one he intends to keep. He has nothing to hide from her.
Vision smiles tenderly after the kiss and moves his thumb up to wipe at her tear-tracks.]
Come. Let's get you cleaned up, and then finish with this potion. And then perhaps we can try to learn what this means for us?
[Because clearly he's moved into a different space than "itinerant houseguest", but beyond that he's stumbling in the dark, here. Not as literally as yesterday, certainly, but this is all so very new to him.]
[She smiles warmly up at him, only letting go with a good deal of reluctance. It's not that she doesn't believe him when he's said that he'll stay, just that she's gone so long without affectionate contact that it's hard to take such relatively small doses.]
Can you help me with the water? It's a little heavy for me.
[And it'll give her a chance to pick another flower for his lapel, a physical representation of their promise. One day she'll make a more permanent protection charm for him, but at least for today, when this love is so new, it should be enough.]
[He hefts the pitcher easily, certain he could carry many times its weight without straining himself. When Wanda slips the flower into his lapel, he smiles softly at her and catches her hand with his free one, bringing it up to his mouth for a light kiss.
Once he's back inside, he's surprised to notice things looks different, and it takes him a moment while working through the steps of the potion brewing to realize why. It's not just a beautiful home he's permitted to stay at, anymore. It's a place than can be his home now.]
[Wanda's heart stops, again, and the gesture brings a pretty blush to her cheeks. She likes that, these tender and very sweet displays of affection. And so she's not far from Vision's side as they return to the house and there's more than one occasion where she lets her fingers brush against him just because he's there.
It's fortunate that she needs to explain how to make this potion or else she'd be very distracted indeed. Honestly she just wants to get it over with so they can move on to more interesting pursuits which is...not great for potion-making. It's a more involved process than medicine, and there are several points Wanda has to trace wispy symbols over the cauldron and push them into the potion.
She explains each one when she draws them, and after adding lavender she traces one that Vision might find familiar.]
This is the symbol for serenity. The same one you have here.
[She can hopefully be forgiven for lightly tracing over the symbol on him, too. It's too tempting not to touch.]
[Work first, and then play. And it helps that he finds the work interesting (the play is, he assumes, going to be even more interesting, but at least he has an idea how potion-making goes). He nods along with each explanation, mentally cataloguing each rune until she points out the one familiar one in the bunch so far. When she traces it on his wrist, it glows a bright yellow for an instant - his power, not hers.]
It's certainly been tested, hasn't it?
[He holds out the other wrist and taps its opposite number, power. As if the knowledge has always been there, he has an explanation for it as well as its placement.]
So that my strength might be tempered by a level head.
[Wanda hums a soft sound of understanding, smoothing a finger over power but not tracing it. It's interesting - she'd noticed his runes, of course, but only a few had properly stood out to her while she'd cleaned and dressed him. If she looked again, she wouldn't be surprised if she found love inscribed on him somewhere. He's so much gentler than most.]
Are most of your runes paired like this?
[Clearly a good deal of thought went into his creation. Ultron certainly hadn't been so well-balanced, and most of the (admittedly few) other golems she's seen were only intended to be obedient servants, not a living, feeling man like Vision.]
[They each hover at the edge of his consciousness, not something he's fully aware of unless he concentrates. So he does for a moment, stepping back and closing his eyes. Across his body, several sets of runes flare yellow in tandem. Finally he nods and opens his eyes.]
All but one.
[He taps the stone in his forehead.]
Under this is set "thought". It's also the strongest of them.
[Which could help explain why he's clearly got a free-thinking mind of at least a human's level, rather than being an automaton.]
[She watches, enchanted by the display, not noticing that she's taken a tiny step closer.]
I've never met anyone like you before.
[His presence is magnetic and Wanda can't resist the urge to touch. There's no power behind it, just a feather-light brush of fingertips over that odd glowing stone in his forehead. She'd kiss it if she could reach - it seems to be something equivalent to her heart, something crucial to what makes Vision himself.]
[How odd. He can actually feel her fingertips there, even though it's a stone. Though he can feel her over the metal bands as well, so perhaps that shouldn't surprise him.]
I don't believe there is anyone like me.
[He says it in a low voice, like he's not really sure how to feel about that. On the one hand, it means others will have a difficult time understanding him or accepting him, a lesson he's learned well already. On the other hand, being the only one of his kind doesn't mean he needs to be alone. Wanda is teaching him that much.
So he smiles and cups her cheek with one hand, gentle.]
Yes, it's quite all right. It's got a great deal of magic in it, though I can't say for certain just what it is.
No one has a heart like yours, [she says softly, stroking the stone again with a less timid touch now that she knows it doesn't hurt him. She can see to Vision's core and he's just so pure and beautiful.
Maybe she should worry that she's tainting him, dragging him down from more-than-human to such a human emotion, but...love could never be wrong. This love, specifically. Wanda's never fallen for anyone this quickly before and it finally feels like she's where she's meant to be.
She closes her eyes as she leans into that touch, twirling a finger on her free hand in a lazy circle to make the cauldron stir itself. Potions may require more focus than medicine, but she can almost make this one in her sleep.]
It feels like you, [Wanda says after a moment.] If it was something before, it's yours now.
[Well, that makes him feel better about both his heart and the odd stone, actually. He can hear the truth in what she's saying, and even if he may never know the full story behind his creation, Wanda can at least help him understand who he is now.]
Thank you.
[And it's only natural to give her another kiss, butterfly-light as the first.]
And what shall we do after this potion is finished? Are there any other pressing chores around your home that cannot wait?
[The smile tugging at his mouth says he hopes the answer is no.]
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Anything?
[She's being sincere, he knows that. But he's spoken the truth: there's nothing he could want more than to stay here with her. Well...maybe one thing.
With no more force than the butterfly alighting on the flowers, he leans down and brushes his lips against hers.]
Even this?
[They barely know each other--he's only been alive less than a day, he barely knows himself--but this feels right.]
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And what could be a more fated kiss than this? The witch whose powers warp the world to her whim, the man who is more-than-man, and the garden that stubbornly flourishes in spite of the season.
Nothing else matters but her hand on his cheek and his arm around her waist and his lips on hers. Wanda's eyes close to savor that feather-light kiss, and when he pulls back she gazes up at him with hazy affection. He's tall, so tall, and his eyes are such a beautiful blue...]
Yes.
[She releases his hand in favor of bringing hers to the back of his neck to help guide him down for another kiss. It's more sure than their first kiss but still gentle, still leaving them room to feel this out.]
Everything I have. Everything I am. [Another kiss, longer than the last two. It feels like she's overflowing with love and joy and raw need, all of her loneliness leading to this one moment where her heart is laid suddenly and completely bare to him.] Because I love you, Vision. I was meant for you.
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Somewhere during the third kiss he finds his arms both wrapped around her tightly, still nothing more than a tiny fraction of his strength but as firm as his resolve not to let her be alone anymore, not when there's another option.]
I don't know what I was meant for. I may never know.
[Because there's still darkness in his memory, and a feeling that his poor creators had something else entirely in mind for him. And yet he's not only finding himself well-suited to being a witch's companion but taking pride in it, and feeling like he can be helpful here.]
But as long as you'll have me, I am yours. Now and forever.
[...He might have to read some of those romance novels after all, though. The kiss was half guess and half instinct, and he is not very good at anything more than a basic lip-brushing.]
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Always, Vision. You've had part of my heart since we met.
[She kisses him lightly again. Oh no, she might have to teach Vision how to kiss and ensure he gets plenty of practice. How terrible for both of them. It isn't like her loft is literally set up for long makeout sessions...]
I will always love you. Whatever happens.
[She knows him, and whatever his creators intended for him has no bearing on the person she fell in love with.]
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[But he's still smiling, and if he bumps noses when he tries to kiss her back he thinks she might understand. If she's willing to help him (and she certainly seems to be, and has been ever since she found him), he is very willing to learn. Right now he knows it means showing her how much she already means to him.
He gathers Wanda up close and holds her, marveling at her warmth and softness.]
But I hope you understand this is all very new to me. You'll let me know if I need to do something differently?
[Because navigating the world suddenly just got a lot more complicated, and he doesn't even have a whole day's experience to build on yet. Making a potion? Easy peasy. Not messing up a relationship with a human who already loves him has got to be more complicated than that.
--Oh, right, making a potion.]
My dear, ought we to get the water and continue? Or can it wait a few more moments?
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[Wanda sighs happily and lets him pull her closer, shifting so her arms are wound around him and her cheek rests against his shoulder. He can probably feel her starting to relax even more into the embrace - physically, he's very warm and psychically, the emotions radiating from him are overwhelming in the best way. Wanda would honestly be quite content to rest in his arms for a while.]
Of course, love. And if we're moving too quickly or you're uncomfortable, please tell me.
[She nuzzles closer to better savor Vision's warmth. The potions are all but forgotten.]
Oh, um...it can wait for a few more minutes, if you want to.
[She gestures behind his back and the well crank begins to turn with the assistance of scarlet energy until the bucket's in view again.]
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Yes, I think it can wait for a few more minutes.
[He murmurs it into her hair, brushing another kiss to her head as he does. The way she nuzzles up against him makes his heart pound and warmth flow everywhere, just like when they were kissing.]
I feel very comfortable with you, Wanda. But truthfully, I am not sure what exactly this entails. It's something else I must ask you to help me learn.
[He gets the idea she might not mind so much, teaching him what it means to be in love with someone.]
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Can I show you?
[She feels so at ease that it's out of her mouth before her mind is fully on board...but she trusts Vision completely. It's something she honestly wants to share with him.]
I can share my emotions with you, let you feel what I feel. Maybe it would help.
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[The thought had never occurred to him. But she has many different uses for her magic, clearly. It shouldn't be surprising that she has some kind of spell that will let her share her feelings - and yet she lives alone. Yes, the presence of multiple guest beds suggests she does get visitors now and then, but it still seems like something that wouldn't be that important for her to learn.
Nevertheless, on consideration? It would help him. He seems to somehow have a good understanding of body language, but some confirmation would be great.] Yes, if you're certain you'd like to. [He runs a hand down her shoulder lightly, liking the stroking motion and the feel of her firm arms under the fabric.] I imagine if it's anything akin to what I am feeling, it will be pleasant for both of us.
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[She nods against him, enjoying the feel of warm fabric against her cheek. Oh, the urge to lead Vision to the pillow nest in the loft so they can more fully explore this new development is so strong. She wants to be able to rest completely tangled in his embrace, safe and warm and loved. Tonight, perhaps, if nothing else.
The light touch stroking over her shoulder feels so good and Wanda takes that as a cue that it's all right if she begins mirroring the motion up and down Vision's back.]
Just relax, Vision. We don't need to move.
[Her psychic touch is light at first, remaining gentle but gradually becoming more sure. She laces their emotions together until Vision can feel the great warmth in her heart, her soothed touch starvation, all of the hopes and good wishes she has for him, and that odd soul-deep connection she feels between them. Vision is so perfect in her eyes an this feels so right. She trusts him completely and she'd give him the world if she could.]
Can you feel it, love?
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Most of all, feeling Wanda so thoroughly puts to rest one doubt he'd had ever since he'd awakened: she feels that soul-deep connection, too, and that means that above all else, it's a surety that he does have a soul.]
Oh, my love.
[His voice is thick with everything he's feeling right now, and before he even knows it he's going in for a hungry kiss. it's a way to express all of this, the only way he even has a clue how at the moment, and if this is any indication of what's to come, the loft will get some thorough use out of it before long.
Earlier he'd been so grateful to know she didn't mind having him around. Now that he knows she wants him--him, specifically--it nearly breaks his heart with happiness.]
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My heart.
[She only regains the ability to speak when he does, and it's all she has the chance to say before he kisses her again. She matches his hunger with her own desire, moaning softly and clinging to him for dear life. She wants him, wants this. And finally she is not so conscious of the missing part of her heart.
Wanda's eyes are starting to water from the force of their shared emotions and all it takes is one look into Vision's eyes for the floodgates to break.]
Vision...
[And with that, she buries her face in his shoulder and sobs in mingled happiness and relief. The link remains strong and all she can think about is how much she loves him, how happy she is to have him, and how deeply touched she is by the force of his love. Ever since Pietro's death she'd wished that she wouldn't have to be alone anymore and now, finally...now there's hope.]
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But there's a part of him that's not really sure crying is okay, so after a good long moment he pats her on the back, not really sure how to handle this.]
You are quite all right, aren't you? You're, er, leaking.
[Humans, man.]
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She nods in response, managing a watery smile as she emerges from his shoulder. Look, being human is hard.]
I guess I am. [A small laugh - that's an odd but cute way to think of it.] Sometimes humans cry when we're hurt or sad or overwhelmed. But this is good-overwhelmed. I needed to feel you like this.
[She kisses him, soft and chaste this time. See, she's fine. Hardly even crying anymore. And as she comes down from that sudden swell of emotion she finds that she feels that same relief that comes from a good cry, although Wanda suspects that this time the feeling is here to stay.]
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[It's an easy promise to make, and one he intends to keep. He has nothing to hide from her.
Vision smiles tenderly after the kiss and moves his thumb up to wipe at her tear-tracks.]
Come. Let's get you cleaned up, and then finish with this potion. And then perhaps we can try to learn what this means for us?
[Because clearly he's moved into a different space than "itinerant houseguest", but beyond that he's stumbling in the dark, here. Not as literally as yesterday, certainly, but this is all so very new to him.]
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[She smiles warmly up at him, only letting go with a good deal of reluctance. It's not that she doesn't believe him when he's said that he'll stay, just that she's gone so long without affectionate contact that it's hard to take such relatively small doses.]
Can you help me with the water? It's a little heavy for me.
[And it'll give her a chance to pick another flower for his lapel, a physical representation of their promise. One day she'll make a more permanent protection charm for him, but at least for today, when this love is so new, it should be enough.]
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[He hefts the pitcher easily, certain he could carry many times its weight without straining himself. When Wanda slips the flower into his lapel, he smiles softly at her and catches her hand with his free one, bringing it up to his mouth for a light kiss.
Once he's back inside, he's surprised to notice things looks different, and it takes him a moment while working through the steps of the potion brewing to realize why. It's not just a beautiful home he's permitted to stay at, anymore. It's a place than can be his home now.]
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It's fortunate that she needs to explain how to make this potion or else she'd be very distracted indeed. Honestly she just wants to get it over with so they can move on to more interesting pursuits which is...not great for potion-making. It's a more involved process than medicine, and there are several points Wanda has to trace wispy symbols over the cauldron and push them into the potion.
She explains each one when she draws them, and after adding lavender she traces one that Vision might find familiar.]
This is the symbol for serenity. The same one you have here.
[She can hopefully be forgiven for lightly tracing over the symbol on him, too. It's too tempting not to touch.]
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It's certainly been tested, hasn't it?
[He holds out the other wrist and taps its opposite number, power. As if the knowledge has always been there, he has an explanation for it as well as its placement.]
So that my strength might be tempered by a level head.
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Are most of your runes paired like this?
[Clearly a good deal of thought went into his creation. Ultron certainly hadn't been so well-balanced, and most of the (admittedly few) other golems she's seen were only intended to be obedient servants, not a living, feeling man like Vision.]
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All but one.
[He taps the stone in his forehead.]
Under this is set "thought". It's also the strongest of them.
[Which could help explain why he's clearly got a free-thinking mind of at least a human's level, rather than being an automaton.]
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I've never met anyone like you before.
[His presence is magnetic and Wanda can't resist the urge to touch. There's no power behind it, just a feather-light brush of fingertips over that odd glowing stone in his forehead. She'd kiss it if she could reach - it seems to be something equivalent to her heart, something crucial to what makes Vision himself.]
Is this all right?
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I don't believe there is anyone like me.
[He says it in a low voice, like he's not really sure how to feel about that. On the one hand, it means others will have a difficult time understanding him or accepting him, a lesson he's learned well already. On the other hand, being the only one of his kind doesn't mean he needs to be alone. Wanda is teaching him that much.
So he smiles and cups her cheek with one hand, gentle.]
Yes, it's quite all right. It's got a great deal of magic in it, though I can't say for certain just what it is.
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Maybe she should worry that she's tainting him, dragging him down from more-than-human to such a human emotion, but...love could never be wrong. This love, specifically. Wanda's never fallen for anyone this quickly before and it finally feels like she's where she's meant to be.
She closes her eyes as she leans into that touch, twirling a finger on her free hand in a lazy circle to make the cauldron stir itself. Potions may require more focus than medicine, but she can almost make this one in her sleep.]
It feels like you, [Wanda says after a moment.] If it was something before, it's yours now.
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Thank you.
[And it's only natural to give her another kiss, butterfly-light as the first.]
And what shall we do after this potion is finished? Are there any other pressing chores around your home that cannot wait?
[The smile tugging at his mouth says he hopes the answer is no.]
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