It's good to see that familiar golden glow and Wanda's other hand reaches out to seek physical reassurance: first to Vision's heart, then the gem on his forehead, then curving around to cup his cheek. He's warm and alive in her hands and a heartbeat later she crumbles into him and buries her face in his neck, all pretense of being strong gone. She had tried to shield him from this, but it wasn't out of a lack of trust. Wanda had just wanted so much better for him. That Vision had survived his first day and remained such a gentle soul was a testament to the strength of his heart. He deserves all the good things in the world, and if this was something she could handle alone, there was no point in worrying him.
"Nightmare," she murmurs, closing her eyes so she can better focus on the gentle warmth of his psychic presence. "But it was...different this time. Not just mine, not just a nightmare. It felt so real..." She is trembling, she realizes, and tries to take slow, deep breaths. What she saw had been terrifying, yes, but it's not going to happen. She won't let it. She won't. If anyone wants to hurt Vision, they'll have to go through her first.
"Are you all right, love? Have you felt anything...strange?"
"Oh, my dear," he murmurs as she crumples into him, and he strokes her back soothingly as she tries to get her breathing under control. Her nightmares aren't commonplace, not like they used to be, but they're either the cause or the symptom of something being out of balance, and he thinks this time it might be the latter.
"I have felt something," he says slowly, trying to analyze and capture what exactly it had been and not coming up with much. "But I am fine; it has not interfered with my mind. I think you may be more sensitive to it."
He knows better than to dismiss her feelings and instincts. It's almost never nothing, though whether it's internal or external remains to be seen. "Would you like something warm to drink?"
Because he gets the impression sleep might not be happening again any time soon.
"Mmmm...something with cinnamon, I think. Something cozy." A chai, or a pumpkin tea, or maybe some cinnamon in her hot chocolate. Anything Vision would want to share with her, really. If she doesn't physically have it, she can summon it with the magic tablecloth. She's calmed down from the initial shock enough for spellwork.
Wanda's fingers find a slow rhythm stroking Vision's back as she murmurs a protection spell against his skin. She feeds it her love and her fear and her desire to keep Vision safe and lets her magic transform everything she's feeling into a potent charm. It should last for a day or two, depending on how much action it actually sees, and it gives Wanda enough peace of mind to emerge and gently kiss his cheek.
"There is...there was...something in the forest today. I thought we would be safe here, that I would have more time." She kisses him lightly as a gentle reassurance for them both. "I won't let it hurt you, whatever it is. I promise, Vision."
"Cinnamon sounds pleasant," he agrees solemnly, and when he feels the unmistakable shiver of a protection spell flow over him he kisses her forehead lightly. It's not unusual in the least for Wanda to respond defensively to a perceived threat, but...why is she protecting him first?
He frowns and stands up, clasping her hand to show he's not abandoning her but rather getting ready to prepare a hot drink. Cinnamon spice tea, he thinks.
"I know you won't, Wanda. But is there a reason you think it might harm me, and not be a threat to you?"
Wanda just blinks at him, like it hadn't even occurred to her to cast a protection spell on herself. "I...you were..." She goes pale and squeezes his hand. "The thing I felt was cold and dark...hungry. In the dream, it came for you. For your magic." And the sight of her beloved Vision, drained of color, only the barest flicker of life in his white eyes, is going to haunt Wanda for a long time. "I don't know if it was a warning or just a nightmare, but I can't take that chance. It could hurt me, if it attached to me for long enough. But I don't know what it could do to you."
And if Wanda gets her way, they'll never find out. He is the light of her life, her unexpected soulmate. She will not lose him the way she'd lost Pietro. Maybe the protection charm is overkill, especially when her wards haven't been disturbed, but it's better to take precautions than to be sorry later. She's never dealt with anything quite like this before, and she's never felt anyone or anything that cold and dark. It had more in common with some kind of void than even Loki's wintry aura. Something must have gone horribly wrong, but what?
She'll need to investigate further, and since she probably won't be able to sleep again without magical help, she might as well get started. But first, tea. Wanda moves to stand too. "I know that you can get tea by yourself, but I don't want to be alone right now."
He helps her stand up and embraces her for a long moment before moving, showing her with his warmth that he's right here and not doing whatever her nightmare had shown her. "Of course. Let's go to the kitchen together."
Once they've made their way through the halls and to the kitchen, taking only a moment to bring up the warm candlelight and hearth fire, he puts on the kettle and selects the tea blend he'd been thinking of. No need to conjure what they already have.
"Hungry for magic," he muses. All right, he can see why that might be a concern to someone like him, who's made entirely of the stuff. "That certainly sounds like nothing native to the woods, not that I know of. Is it an interloper, do you think? Something brought by the storm? Or does it bring the storm?"
Slowly Wanda relaxes. He's here and himself, not some golemic shell. She hasn't failed him and she won't. Still, it helps to keep a hand on him at least, and when she does finally have to release him so he can make their tea, at least she can sit close to the hearth. It's hard to be worried about some unknown dark force in the mundane surroundings of her kitchen.
"I don't know. There are creatures in the fae realm like this but it felt...different. It isn't a creature of Winter. It was...wrong." She shivers at the memory despite the warmth of the hearth. "I don't think it wants power. It didn't attack me, but it felt like it was drawn to my life and my power. Like if it couldn't have either, my fear was enough." Which would also explain the nightmares. "Maybe it is still attached to me in some way and I didn't notice, but I felt so much better once I got home."
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"Nightmare," she murmurs, closing her eyes so she can better focus on the gentle warmth of his psychic presence. "But it was...different this time. Not just mine, not just a nightmare. It felt so real..." She is trembling, she realizes, and tries to take slow, deep breaths. What she saw had been terrifying, yes, but it's not going to happen. She won't let it. She won't. If anyone wants to hurt Vision, they'll have to go through her first.
"Are you all right, love? Have you felt anything...strange?"
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"I have felt something," he says slowly, trying to analyze and capture what exactly it had been and not coming up with much. "But I am fine; it has not interfered with my mind. I think you may be more sensitive to it."
He knows better than to dismiss her feelings and instincts. It's almost never nothing, though whether it's internal or external remains to be seen. "Would you like something warm to drink?"
Because he gets the impression sleep might not be happening again any time soon.
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Wanda's fingers find a slow rhythm stroking Vision's back as she murmurs a protection spell against his skin. She feeds it her love and her fear and her desire to keep Vision safe and lets her magic transform everything she's feeling into a potent charm. It should last for a day or two, depending on how much action it actually sees, and it gives Wanda enough peace of mind to emerge and gently kiss his cheek.
"There is...there was...something in the forest today. I thought we would be safe here, that I would have more time." She kisses him lightly as a gentle reassurance for them both. "I won't let it hurt you, whatever it is. I promise, Vision."
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He frowns and stands up, clasping her hand to show he's not abandoning her but rather getting ready to prepare a hot drink. Cinnamon spice tea, he thinks.
"I know you won't, Wanda. But is there a reason you think it might harm me, and not be a threat to you?"
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And if Wanda gets her way, they'll never find out. He is the light of her life, her unexpected soulmate. She will not lose him the way she'd lost Pietro. Maybe the protection charm is overkill, especially when her wards haven't been disturbed, but it's better to take precautions than to be sorry later. She's never dealt with anything quite like this before, and she's never felt anyone or anything that cold and dark. It had more in common with some kind of void than even Loki's wintry aura. Something must have gone horribly wrong, but what?
She'll need to investigate further, and since she probably won't be able to sleep again without magical help, she might as well get started. But first, tea. Wanda moves to stand too. "I know that you can get tea by yourself, but I don't want to be alone right now."
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Once they've made their way through the halls and to the kitchen, taking only a moment to bring up the warm candlelight and hearth fire, he puts on the kettle and selects the tea blend he'd been thinking of. No need to conjure what they already have.
"Hungry for magic," he muses. All right, he can see why that might be a concern to someone like him, who's made entirely of the stuff. "That certainly sounds like nothing native to the woods, not that I know of. Is it an interloper, do you think? Something brought by the storm? Or does it bring the storm?"
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"I don't know. There are creatures in the fae realm like this but it felt...different. It isn't a creature of Winter. It was...wrong." She shivers at the memory despite the warmth of the hearth. "I don't think it wants power. It didn't attack me, but it felt like it was drawn to my life and my power. Like if it couldn't have either, my fear was enough." Which would also explain the nightmares. "Maybe it is still attached to me in some way and I didn't notice, but I felt so much better once I got home."