[Even during the day, the loft is still primarily lit by the flowers growing all over the roof. It's romantic and peaceful as always; the perfect place to cuddle or make out (or even more, if he ever decides he wants it).
Wanda squeezes his hands and kisses Vision back softly.]
I love you, [she whispers before kissing him again, slightly more passionately this time. He's too sweet for her to resist the urge for long now that they have time for romance.] Come sit down with me?
[Wanda gives his hands a gentle tug towards the nest of furs, pillows, and blankets on the far end of the loft. This is what the nest is here for, after all.]
Gladly. [He sits down into the nest, not quite sure how to pose himself at first, but then he starts to get the idea and stretches out (not unlike the cat had, earlier). It's an interesting cross between the floor and the bed, and the different textures of the pillows and blankets feel soft and comfortable. It's cozy, and once he's settled himself in he wraps his arms around Wanda and pulls her close.
It feels right to be holding her, and surely some of that warmth is from his heart beating faster than normal.]
[Wanda settles easily into his embrace with her head over his heart and a wave of serenity washes over her. Some of it is thanks to the altar's aura, but most of it is Vision: his warmth underneath her, the rhythmic sounds of his breath and heartbeat, and the soft glow of that blossoming soul-deep connection. Wanda takes a deep breath and lets her eyes close, gesturing to call a blanket to drape over their lower bodies.]
Just like this.
[Each breath brings her a deeper sense of peace and slowly her body relaxes. She feels so safe and loved in his arms and his mere presence helps her relax even further. She hadn't even been aware of that tightness in her chest, couldn't say when it had started, but she certainly feels its absence and the honeyed warmth in its wake.
Eyes closed, still allowing herself to drift in this peace, Wanda turns her head to nuzzle him and press soft, random kisses to his chest in time with her fingers stroking back and forth.]
[As Wanda settles into place curled up with him, Vision relaxes alongside her. He'd been completely aware of his own knot of nervous anxiety, and yet ever since he'd arrived here he's been letting it unravel and be replaced with peace. Now that peace is being supplemented by love, and he can't shake the feeling that this is how he's supposed to be. Dozens of runes all over his body - serenity, peace, love, cooperation, understanding, empathy - each speak to the rightness of this situation, almost as much as his own heart sings to hold her close in his arms and feel the weight of her on his chest.
He does chuckle in surprise when she gives him a nickname, though. He's barely had a name for a whole day and already she's given him a nickname.]
My beautiful little witch. I think I stumbled into the right place, that's all.
[He tucks her hair behind her ear and runs one hand lightly down her back, holding her tight with the other. The kisses to his chest make him sigh happily, though after a little while he stops stroking her back so he can tilt her chin up to his face and give her another feather-light kiss on the lips.]
[Such a cute endearment. Wanda practically giggles and nuzzles him happily, arching into his touch. For the first time in so long she can't quite remember, she's just happy. No strings, no inevitability of parting hanging over them. She'd be quite content to drift for hours, lost in joyful peace and soft touches, if he wanted nothing more than this yet.
Maybe these months of loneliness were worth it if Vision was waiting on the other side. They fit together so well it's almost as if his creators had made him for her. Somehow, against all odds and logic, they belong like this.
She curves into him as they kiss sweetly, finally opening her eyes to gaze up at him with raw adoration.]
Yes, of course. [Wanda shifts until she's half-laying on him, braced with one arm on his chest so the other can cup Vision's cheek. Her hair falls around them like a curtain but she can't be bothered to sweep it to the side.]
Light kisses are nice, but we can do more than that. Move with me?
[She leans down to capture his lips with a little more passion, moving slowly and exaggerating her movements just enough to help Vision catch on. His lips are so soft...]
[Oh. That look in her eyes is electrifying, and her hair falling over him adds to the intimacy of being up here in the loft. He's eager for more, though from his fumbling attempts it becomes readily apparent that Vision lacks the usual instincts for this. A few attempts to match her lead result in laughing at himself, but then he starts to get it, right as he remembers he ought to do something useful with his hands and slides one against the back of her head to cup it, letting the other wander down Wanda's back and press her closer to him. After one kiss that seems to prompt more seriousness than laughter, he smiles, eyes never leaving hers.]
Is that a little better?
[It feels right too have her up so close, pressed against him like this. Is it her magic testing itself against him and finding him a good fit? Or is it something even stronger, a thread of Destiny weaving them together? He knows it's not right that Wanda should be lonely here, but with the way she's looking at him, the kindness she's shown and the desire slowly growing in him it occurs to him that he isn't meant to be alone, either.
He could fall into her and never find his way out again, and he'd be happy.]
[It's kind of cute, actually, and Wanda is all smiles and softness as they kiss. She whispers endearments and loving affirmations every time they break for air as a warm desire for more grows within her. Oh, she could stay here for days teaching Vision all the intricacies of kissing. He is slowly catching on and soon they share a kiss that leaves her properly breathless.]
Yes...but kissing you is always good.
[Even if their noses bump or Vision's still getting the hang of kissing. It's deeper than her loneliness - she needs him specifically. Wanda can't help but wonder if this is what a soulbond is meant to feel like. Even her power seems to react to his presence, an insistent tug towards his mind.
She kisses him again, still slow, and gazes down lovingly into those impossibly beautiful blue eyes.]
[Kissing him is always good? That's great, because he feels like he could easily do this for hours. Lips are good for more than just forming words, and even words are good for more than just utilitarian statements. The gentleness and love that Wanda is showing him are slaking a thirst inside him, but it doesn't occur to Vision just yet that it might be specific to her. How so, when his experience is so narrow? And yet he's fiercely glad that of all the places he could have stumbled into, he was drawn to her home.]
Yes. [He cups her face with one hand, gazing right back at her.] Use your powers on me at any time, Wanda. I trust you.
[And he has nothing to hide, though he'd keep the trauma of his earlier experiences from her if he could. But she knows they're there; presumably, she knows how to control her powers enough that she won't come across those memories by mistake.]
[There are no tears when she links their minds this time, just a sigh bordering on a moan. Yes, this was exactly what she needed and Wanda can't help but lean down to kiss Vision again. It's more passionate than before and this time she really does moan into it.
Good thing she has nothing else to do today, because spending hours up here with Vision sounds like a great plan.]
Vizh... [She whispers his name with such tenderness that she might as well have said 'I love you' instead.] It's strange...even our powers seem to fit together. Do you feel it?
[The potion they'd made together earlier had been an obvious demonstration, but there were little bits here and there that suggested it might not be an isolated incident - including the gentle way his mind fits against hers with this linkage. It's a powerful reminder to him that he's not alone, that he doesn't have to be alone again anymore.
There's only one catch, and he smiles sheepishly even as he strokes Wanda's neck down to her shoulder for the comfort of the contact.]
But I will say, I didn't realize that was unusual.
[She closes her eyes and sighs softly as warm contentment fills their link. It's such a simple touch, but it brings her as much comfort as it does him. Then again, Vision could touch her anywhere and she'd enjoy it as long as his hands remain on her.]
Some magic users work well together, but not like this. This is deeper. Even for lovers...
[And it feels almost as if the more they give into this invisible pull between them, the stronger the bond feels. Like each kiss, each touch is helping it to grow and flourish. Wanda knows she'll never have to suffer that tight knot of loneliness in her chest again. They have each other now, and in his arms she is finally home.
She traces a finger idly over his cheek, relishing in the texture changes between skin and runed metal.]
This is perfect. Like our souls belong together.
[Of course he has one. How is a bit of a mystery, but he definitely does.]
[Lovers. Yes, that's a part of it, even if he only barely grasps what all it might entail. And when the heady mix of contentment and desire for more (contradictory though it may be) surges in him, as now, he hears the ring of truth in her statement that their souls belong together.
How does he even have one? If it's as new as he is, how can they be matched so well? And if it's not--how did it come to be part of him? These are questions, he suspects, for another time. They're important, but not nearly as important as holding Wanda in his arms and feeling the light caress of her touch across his enchanted skin.
He responds first with a kiss, slow and still awkward but with real passion behind it.]
Is that what this feeling is? A belonging that can go so deep?
[Not just simple acceptance, which he'd latched onto since the beginning. And not just the still-awakening feeling of love, sweeter than the honey at breakfast and so much more filling. Something greater, strong enough to wash away the new hurts in him and the old pain inside her.]
If that is so, I want it to continue. I didn't know I wanted this, and yet here we are.
[Fate is strange, and Wanda has no capacity to question how when he kisses her like that. He's so warm and she feels so safe and loved in his arms. How has she survived this long on her own?]
I've only felt something this deep once before. It was different, but...my twin brother and I always had a special connection, even before I trained in magic. And you...
[She kisses him deeply, savoring the feel of his lips against hers. She could never get enough of feeling like this, like she could just melt into a puddle of contentment in her beloved's embrace. She hopes he'll stay with her again tonight. Sleep doesn't seem like such a daunting thing with how relaxed these simple touches have made her feel.]
I would do anything for you. I'm yours as long as you want me, Vision.
[Twin brother? There's a story there, and it ends with Wanda living alone. He'll want to know it, eventually, but his curiosity is not without patience. That's surely a story for another time, when she offers it up.
Though he does wonder what it would be like to have a brother.
Oh, that kiss is something new again, and he basks in its warmth, marvelling that it can make his heart beat faster even as it eases the remaining tension in his muscles. It's human magic at its most basic, this feeling of love.]
[She doesn't want to sully this moment with sadness, but oddly enough this is the first time she's been able to even obliquely refer to Pietro without a crushing sense of loneliness.
She kisses him back, a deep, claiming kiss - what else can she do when Vision tells her such sweet things? - unable to contain a moan as her hand roams over his chest. Stupid shirt being in the way when she wants to feel his warmth. Her fingers clutch at it, tugging lightly.
Is this also part of the bond? Or is she just that touch-starved?]
Can I take this off you? I want to feel you, love.
[That gets a good-natured laugh, because she's the one who suggested he should wear clothing in the first place. Modesty isn't something he's developed (and if he spends all his time with Wanda, he might not get a very good grasp on it at first).]
Certainly.
[He does need the help, but after a bit his fine shirt and vest are discarded to the edge of the nest and his chest laid bare. Here and there, the runes engraved into his metal parts shine unevenly with the same yellow light she'd observed earlier. None of them are particularly active at the moment, but any of them could be - none are fully dark. His flesh is that same unusual maroon color, as if someone had stained it with beetroot juice, but he's shaped like a man and feels touch like any human, and he finds himself shivering lightly as she runs her hands over him.]
Is that, er, good for you? [And then, hastily,] I like it.
It's nothing she hasn't seen before but this time Wanda has permission to look, and most importantly, touch. She settles back into his arms once his shirt and vest are discarded, propped up on her elbow and half draped over him. The greater intimacy feels wonderful and when she lowers her head to press a kiss over his heart Wanda feels such a strong spark of warmth that it gentles her touches even further. She pays equal attention to flesh and metal with careful, reverent caresses until she can no longer fight the urge to kiss him again. It's softer this time, something he may be able to more easily keep up with.]
It's very good. More than I thought it could be.
[What a shame she's wearing a dress and the whole thing would have to come off for him to reciprocate. She's wary of rushing of him and won't suggest it, but if he asks her to take off Wanda would do it without question. What does modesty matter compared to such a simple request from her soulmate?
Soon more kisses join those careful touches, to skin and metal and rune alike. Wanda pauses after kissing a particularly eye-catching one and lightly runs a finger over it.]
[He is not, as it happens, prepared to deal with a naked Wanda just yet. While he has neither shyness nor shame about his own body, there's still too much of everything new for him to consider wanting even more than he already has at the moment.
It will come. Just not yet.
He's starting to get the hang of this kissing thing, though, and he keeps one hand on Wanda's back even as she explores him for that sense of constant contact, blissful in the warmth and comfort her very presence shares with him.]
That one? [He considers it for a moment, searching for its meaning inside himself.] Self-actualization.
[Not something common, not even in higher magics. But it might explain part of why he is the way he is.]
[Wanda hums thoughtfully and presses another tender kiss to the rune. It's certainly not the only element making him what he is, but it must be a major piece. She's grateful beyond measure for each and every one of them, for everything that makes his soul the perfect match to hers. He's strange, but she's strange too.
Their days fall into a rhythm of slowly discovering each other, of shared magics and gentle kisses. Even Wanda's nightmares leave her alone when she sleeps at Vision's side. She's happy for the first time in months and this time it actually sticks.
So the morning of Valentine's Day, she rises early, tenderly tucking Vision back in and quietly slipping into the kitchen. She could conjure an entire table of treats (and she still will), but she wants to actually put in the effort of baking something for him. This is the only time she can do it secretly.
She gets the little tarts (filled with strawberry-rose jam, a combination Vision's never had before) into the oven and starts on the frosting, hoping desperately that she can finish before Vision rises for the day.
Unfortunately, she forgot to shut the door all the way and a certain fuzzy someone has hopped on the bed. The witch is awake, so it's time for kitties to play.]
[Still lost in the reverie that is golem sleep, Vision doesn't notice when Wanda gets up earlier than he does. It's not that unusual - some of her magic works best at dawn, or sometimes she's restless to get started with the sunrise. He likes lingering here occasionally: it feels like the basest form of comfort to be here in the warmth that smells unerringly like the Scarlet Witch.
But, naturally, Zora either wants food or attention. He cracks an eyelid when she starts headbutting at his shoulder, purring loudly. You have food. [He mumbles the phrase, basing it on the level of daylight streaming through the curtains. But the cat is insistent, and so it doesn't take too long to get an only slightly sleepy golem out of bed and dressed. He follows her out of the bedroom, noticing the enticing scent of baked goods as soon as he exits, following his nose to the kitchen.]
Good morning. I assume you've fed the cat and she's merely wanting attention?
[Wanda jumps and turns to see Vision...and Zora nuzzling his leg. It's not hard to piece together what must have happened.]
Zora! [Cat why. On today of all days...] She ate, but I think she got annoyed that I am working on this.
[Setting the bowl aside, Wanda goes to him for a hug and leans up to kiss his cheek. She hasn't changed out of her thin nightdress and so the warmth of his body encourages her to linger.]
[His eyes light up, as always, when Wanda comes to him; his arms move around her in a very comfortable gesture, even though he knows she'll want to get back to...is that a pastry she's decorating?]
What have you got there? It smells lovely.
[And then it occurs to him that she's baking before he got up, and that she's annoyed at the cat.]
My dearest, are you by chance making these for me?
But I am surprised. [And, to judge by his tone and expression, delighted. Vision runs his hand down Wanda's arm and delicately takes her hand so he can bring those fingers up to his mouth and kiss off a bit of baking residue.]
Though I suppose you ought to finish decorating them? I did not know there was an entire holiday to celebrate love.
[He'll release her after another quick squeeze and find a place that will let him watch but that isn't in the way.]
[That earns him a genuine smile and a deeper blush, and already Wanda doesn't want to let him go. But there are pastries on the line and a surprise to salvage, and she is going to make sure Vision has a good day if it's the last thing she does.]
They're almost done. Normally they would need to cool a little more, but I know spells to make this faster.
Fortunately these are meant to look rustic so glazing the tarts or adding the final toppings isn't an exact science. Wanda uses her powers on them twice, once to cool the pastries and again to set the icing. That done, she puts several on a plate and goes to join him at the table.]
Chocolate is more traditional, but we can have that later. I wanted to make something for you the normal way.
[If she seems a little like she's rambling, she's definitely nervous. It's not uncommon for Wanda to cook and bake for them, but today feels a little weightier. She's even forgotten to conjure drinks.]
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Wanda squeezes his hands and kisses Vision back softly.]
I love you, [she whispers before kissing him again, slightly more passionately this time. He's too sweet for her to resist the urge for long now that they have time for romance.] Come sit down with me?
[Wanda gives his hands a gentle tug towards the nest of furs, pillows, and blankets on the far end of the loft. This is what the nest is here for, after all.]
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It feels right to be holding her, and surely some of that warmth is from his heart beating faster than normal.]
Like this, my love?
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Just like this.
[Each breath brings her a deeper sense of peace and slowly her body relaxes. She feels so safe and loved in his arms and his mere presence helps her relax even further. She hadn't even been aware of that tightness in her chest, couldn't say when it had started, but she certainly feels its absence and the honeyed warmth in its wake.
Eyes closed, still allowing herself to drift in this peace, Wanda turns her head to nuzzle him and press soft, random kisses to his chest in time with her fingers stroking back and forth.]
Mmmmm...this is perfect, Vizh. You're perfect.
[The nickname just slips out, oops.]
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He does chuckle in surprise when she gives him a nickname, though. He's barely had a name for a whole day and already she's given him a nickname.]
My beautiful little witch. I think I stumbled into the right place, that's all.
[He tucks her hair behind her ear and runs one hand lightly down her back, holding her tight with the other. The kisses to his chest make him sigh happily, though after a little while he stops stroking her back so he can tilt her chin up to his face and give her another feather-light kiss on the lips.]
Will you show me more ways to kiss?
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Maybe these months of loneliness were worth it if Vision was waiting on the other side. They fit together so well it's almost as if his creators had made him for her. Somehow, against all odds and logic, they belong like this.
She curves into him as they kiss sweetly, finally opening her eyes to gaze up at him with raw adoration.]
Yes, of course. [Wanda shifts until she's half-laying on him, braced with one arm on his chest so the other can cup Vision's cheek. Her hair falls around them like a curtain but she can't be bothered to sweep it to the side.]
Light kisses are nice, but we can do more than that. Move with me?
[She leans down to capture his lips with a little more passion, moving slowly and exaggerating her movements just enough to help Vision catch on. His lips are so soft...]
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Is that a little better?
[It feels right too have her up so close, pressed against him like this. Is it her magic testing itself against him and finding him a good fit? Or is it something even stronger, a thread of Destiny weaving them together? He knows it's not right that Wanda should be lonely here, but with the way she's looking at him, the kindness she's shown and the desire slowly growing in him it occurs to him that he isn't meant to be alone, either.
He could fall into her and never find his way out again, and he'd be happy.]
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Yes...but kissing you is always good.
[Even if their noses bump or Vision's still getting the hang of kissing. It's deeper than her loneliness - she needs him specifically. Wanda can't help but wonder if this is what a soulbond is meant to feel like. Even her power seems to react to his presence, an insistent tug towards his mind.
She kisses him again, still slow, and gazes down lovingly into those impossibly beautiful blue eyes.]
Can I link our minds again?
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Yes. [He cups her face with one hand, gazing right back at her.] Use your powers on me at any time, Wanda. I trust you.
[And he has nothing to hide, though he'd keep the trauma of his earlier experiences from her if he could. But she knows they're there; presumably, she knows how to control her powers enough that she won't come across those memories by mistake.]
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Good thing she has nothing else to do today, because spending hours up here with Vision sounds like a great plan.]
Vizh... [She whispers his name with such tenderness that she might as well have said 'I love you' instead.] It's strange...even our powers seem to fit together. Do you feel it?
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[The potion they'd made together earlier had been an obvious demonstration, but there were little bits here and there that suggested it might not be an isolated incident - including the gentle way his mind fits against hers with this linkage. It's a powerful reminder to him that he's not alone, that he doesn't have to be alone again anymore.
There's only one catch, and he smiles sheepishly even as he strokes Wanda's neck down to her shoulder for the comfort of the contact.]
But I will say, I didn't realize that was unusual.
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Some magic users work well together, but not like this. This is deeper. Even for lovers...
[And it feels almost as if the more they give into this invisible pull between them, the stronger the bond feels. Like each kiss, each touch is helping it to grow and flourish. Wanda knows she'll never have to suffer that tight knot of loneliness in her chest again. They have each other now, and in his arms she is finally home.
She traces a finger idly over his cheek, relishing in the texture changes between skin and runed metal.]
This is perfect. Like our souls belong together.
[Of course he has one. How is a bit of a mystery, but he definitely does.]
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How does he even have one? If it's as new as he is, how can they be matched so well? And if it's not--how did it come to be part of him? These are questions, he suspects, for another time. They're important, but not nearly as important as holding Wanda in his arms and feeling the light caress of her touch across his enchanted skin.
He responds first with a kiss, slow and still awkward but with real passion behind it.]
Is that what this feeling is? A belonging that can go so deep?
[Not just simple acceptance, which he'd latched onto since the beginning. And not just the still-awakening feeling of love, sweeter than the honey at breakfast and so much more filling. Something greater, strong enough to wash away the new hurts in him and the old pain inside her.]
If that is so, I want it to continue. I didn't know I wanted this, and yet here we are.
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I've only felt something this deep once before. It was different, but...my twin brother and I always had a special connection, even before I trained in magic. And you...
[She kisses him deeply, savoring the feel of his lips against hers. She could never get enough of feeling like this, like she could just melt into a puddle of contentment in her beloved's embrace. She hopes he'll stay with her again tonight. Sleep doesn't seem like such a daunting thing with how relaxed these simple touches have made her feel.]
I would do anything for you. I'm yours as long as you want me, Vision.
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Though he does wonder what it would be like to have a brother.
Oh, that kiss is something new again, and he basks in its warmth, marvelling that it can make his heart beat faster even as it eases the remaining tension in his muscles. It's human magic at its most basic, this feeling of love.]
As I am yours, Wanda. Now and ever.
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She kisses him back, a deep, claiming kiss - what else can she do when Vision tells her such sweet things? - unable to contain a moan as her hand roams over his chest. Stupid shirt being in the way when she wants to feel his warmth. Her fingers clutch at it, tugging lightly.
Is this also part of the bond? Or is she just that touch-starved?]
Can I take this off you? I want to feel you, love.
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Certainly.
[He does need the help, but after a bit his fine shirt and vest are discarded to the edge of the nest and his chest laid bare. Here and there, the runes engraved into his metal parts shine unevenly with the same yellow light she'd observed earlier. None of them are particularly active at the moment, but any of them could be - none are fully dark. His flesh is that same unusual maroon color, as if someone had stained it with beetroot juice, but he's shaped like a man and feels touch like any human, and he finds himself shivering lightly as she runs her hands over him.]
Is that, er, good for you? [And then, hastily,] I like it.
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It's nothing she hasn't seen before but this time Wanda has permission to look, and most importantly, touch. She settles back into his arms once his shirt and vest are discarded, propped up on her elbow and half draped over him. The greater intimacy feels wonderful and when she lowers her head to press a kiss over his heart Wanda feels such a strong spark of warmth that it gentles her touches even further. She pays equal attention to flesh and metal with careful, reverent caresses until she can no longer fight the urge to kiss him again. It's softer this time, something he may be able to more easily keep up with.]
It's very good. More than I thought it could be.
[What a shame she's wearing a dress and the whole thing would have to come off for him to reciprocate. She's wary of rushing of him and won't suggest it, but if he asks her to take off Wanda would do it without question. What does modesty matter compared to such a simple request from her soulmate?
Soon more kisses join those careful touches, to skin and metal and rune alike. Wanda pauses after kissing a particularly eye-catching one and lightly runs a finger over it.]
I don't know this one, but it's pretty.
[Then again, all of him is beautiful to her.]
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It will come. Just not yet.
He's starting to get the hang of this kissing thing, though, and he keeps one hand on Wanda's back even as she explores him for that sense of constant contact, blissful in the warmth and comfort her very presence shares with him.]
That one? [He considers it for a moment, searching for its meaning inside himself.] Self-actualization.
[Not something common, not even in higher magics. But it might explain part of why he is the way he is.]
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Their days fall into a rhythm of slowly discovering each other, of shared magics and gentle kisses. Even Wanda's nightmares leave her alone when she sleeps at Vision's side. She's happy for the first time in months and this time it actually sticks.
So the morning of Valentine's Day, she rises early, tenderly tucking Vision back in and quietly slipping into the kitchen. She could conjure an entire table of treats (and she still will), but she wants to actually put in the effort of baking something for him. This is the only time she can do it secretly.
She gets the little tarts (filled with strawberry-rose jam, a combination Vision's never had before) into the oven and starts on the frosting, hoping desperately that she can finish before Vision rises for the day.
Unfortunately, she forgot to shut the door all the way and a certain fuzzy someone has hopped on the bed. The witch is awake, so it's time for kitties to play.]
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But, naturally, Zora either wants food or attention. He cracks an eyelid when she starts headbutting at his shoulder, purring loudly. You have food. [He mumbles the phrase, basing it on the level of daylight streaming through the curtains. But the cat is insistent, and so it doesn't take too long to get an only slightly sleepy golem out of bed and dressed. He follows her out of the bedroom, noticing the enticing scent of baked goods as soon as he exits, following his nose to the kitchen.]
Good morning. I assume you've fed the cat and she's merely wanting attention?
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Zora! [Cat why. On today of all days...] She ate, but I think she got annoyed that I am working on this.
[Setting the bowl aside, Wanda goes to him for a hug and leans up to kiss his cheek. She hasn't changed out of her thin nightdress and so the warmth of his body encourages her to linger.]
Good morning, Vizh.
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What have you got there? It smells lovely.
[And then it occurs to him that she's baking before he got up, and that she's annoyed at the cat.]
My dearest, are you by chance making these for me?
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They're called love tarts. Today is a Valentine's Day, a holiday to celebrate love, and I wanted to make something special for you.
They were supposed to be a surprise, but... [Zora is a traitor.]
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Though I suppose you ought to finish decorating them? I did not know there was an entire holiday to celebrate love.
[He'll release her after another quick squeeze and find a place that will let him watch but that isn't in the way.]
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They're almost done. Normally they would need to cool a little more, but I know spells to make this faster.
Fortunately these are meant to look rustic so glazing the tarts or adding the final toppings isn't an exact science. Wanda uses her powers on them twice, once to cool the pastries and again to set the icing. That done, she puts several on a plate and goes to join him at the table.]
Chocolate is more traditional, but we can have that later. I wanted to make something for you the normal way.
[If she seems a little like she's rambling, she's definitely nervous. It's not uncommon for Wanda to cook and bake for them, but today feels a little weightier. She's even forgotten to conjure drinks.]
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