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| A Present For Miss Scarlet; [Wanda...and Pietro, if he wishes] | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 16 2008, 03:31 AM (750 Views) | |
| Wanda | Jan 26 2008, 01:51 AM Post #16 |
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Wanda grinned at her Pietro, her hand linked with his, eager to show him the gift they’d received from Avery. [Pietro] looked at Avery and smiled, gently, "I think perhaps I have grown fond of her, as a man does of a woman. … My beloved, I ask you to understand this is not to pull away from you. I love you more than life itself. But, I pray you understand that I wish to court Avery, I wish her to be a part of our lives, our clan if she would choose, within our circle of protection and care. Can you understand, my most perfect sister?" The joy and light in Wanda’s face slowly turned to puzzlement as Pietro picked up Avery’s hand and kissed her fingers. It was a greeting he had done many times but this time, she could tell by the look in his eyes, it was more than a pleasantry. And then they came, the words that were a knife into her heart. She recoiled from him, her eyes wide in disbelief, and stumbled back against the table, a few potted plants tumbling over unnoticed. Her milky gaze turned on Pietro and then she looked away, her world crushed and eyes brimming with tears. The words she had uttered not so long ago “…that is why I cherish my dear brother, he is all I have…” How foolish Avery must have thought her, knowing that Wanda had already lost him and had nothing… she was a simpleton walking through her make-believe world. She wanted to cry, wanted to throw herself to his feet and beg him to take it back, but for over six years, he’d sacrificed everything for her, the broken shell of the sister he’d loved. She knew she would always be a poor replacement to the person she had been, in his eyes, and he deserved more… deserved happiness. “I understand, Pietro,” she said, her tears not falling but her gaze shifted down to his boots. “I… just want… you to be happy.” Her fingers twisted in the front of her shirt as she headed to the door. Keeping her distance and her face averted from Pietro and Avery, she mumbled, “I feel tired… I will rest now.” |
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| Avery | Jan 26 2008, 04:10 AM Post #17 |
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As the faint sparkles dripped and fell from her fingers, soon to fade away, Pietro had reached out to her arm, softly raising it. Just ever so lightly she had twinged at his touch, still trying to grow used to it. "Do not let my arrival stop your own gifts, Dear One," [Pietro] said, his voice tender. "You and my sister were in the middle of a moment, and clumsy Pietro spoiled it." To this she just shook her head lightly, a soft smile upon her lips. She didn’t often display her abilities, not in fun anyway. With the moment between her and Wanda lost, not that Pietro’s presence was a bad thing, she saw no need to continue what she was about to do. Looking up to see him smile, unsure really what she had done to caused him to do so, she noted how he hadn’t bothered to let go yet. As he slipped his fingers through hers and then in turn took Wanda’s as well, Avery began to tense. Even before he spoke she knew what was coming. It was too soon, she was not ready. Oh how she wished they had went about this another way. Had she had the time back she would have suggested something else. Perhaps for Pietro to talk to his sister first, ask for her permission to court and explain the feelings that stirred within him that he did not understand. She just didn’t want to be there when he did it, she didn’t wish to be in the position that she was going to be in soon. God how she wished she was smarter. The games of love and rules of courtship were definitely not her forte. How awkward she felt as he spoke to his sister. She should have been used to such moments, but this one was different. Her stomach turned as she felt she was on display for judgement of his sister as he would soon start to plead his case. Then the words came that she knew would, she had grown anxious waiting for them, a terrible feeling of nervousness. As if he was trying to reassure her, he looked to her fondly and spoke. "I think perhaps I have grown fond of her, as a man does of a woman." Oh god. There it was, he actually said it. Avery could do nothing but remain quiet, feeling her cheeks warm and keeping her eyes lowered slightly only to steal a glance now and then. She wondered what Wanda’s response would be. Truthfully she hadn’t planned on bringing any of this up today. Was it wise to tell her so soon? Bad enough that she was there while confessing his feelings for her. Avery grew steadily embarrassed the more she thought of it. It was then that his attention pulled back to his dear sister as he explained things carefully to her. The point of all of this was to not make her feel neglected or abandoned. Normal people never brought their crushes home before the first date, hardly ever before the first ten even. They found out how much they liked her and if they were serious enough to introduce to the family. It seems that Pietro and herself would not have a conventional relationship, they had yet to even be on a date. Heck she didn’t even knew his favorite color. This was all so very wrong, so much out of Avery comfort zone, even considering such matters. Pietro’s words soon snapped her back to reality. "My beloved, I ask you to understand this is not to pull away from you. I love you more than life itself. But, I pray you understand that I wish to court Avery, I wish her to be a part of our lives, our clan if she would choose, within our circle of protection and care. Can you understand, my most perfect sister?" Avery swallowed and held her breath, not knowing what was to come. Yet she was very hopeful, her fingers had grown unconsciously cold and tight in Pietro’s grasp. It was not at all what she had wished for as Wanda’s expressions dropped from that of excitement and joy. His announcement, nay his confession, caused her to stagger back in shock. She had pulled herself away from his touch at his words as if such things offended her. Avery’s eyes darted to the flower pots that fell in her retreat and flinched at their noise. To Wanda they went unnoticed. Was.....Were there tears in her eyes? Avery could not tell. Her reaction was not a good one, and things were not going terribly well at all. Slipping her own hand from Pietro’s grasp, her hand raised as if to reach out as she took a tentative step forward. Yet there was nothing she could do, no words came to consul her. And then, it wasn’t her place. According to her reaction to the news of Pietro’s feelings for Avery, to the want to court her, Wanda would not welcome Avery’s touch or embrace. No. Surely she would look upon her with hatred from now on, the one who stole her only brother, her love, away from her. Avery couldn’t help the flood of guilt that followed Wanda’s exit. “I understand, Pietro,” she said, her tears not falling but her gaze shifted down to his boots. “I… just want… you to be happy.” Her fingers twisted in the front of her shirt as she headed to the door. Keeping her distance and her face averted from Pietro and Avery, she mumbled, “I feel tired… I will rest now.” Avery’s expression faltered more, saddened by Wanda’s words as her fluting ears nearly flattened against her hair like a beaten dog’s. It was a lie, of that she was sure. Perhaps in the same position Avery would have said the same. The news had saddened her, had crushed her heart and sent her to tears. She felt a loss of her brother, yet at the same time she forced herself to say selfless words. For his happiness she would sacrifice her own. Avery could never understand the relationship between them. It was something that no one could attain. This didn’t mean, however, that she was not empathic and sympathetic. Avery would try her best to be understanding and patient. After all, this was their first steps. One had to start somewhere. Yet, in the very recesses of her mind there was a nagging pain. She could not recall all of her dream but she did remember why her’s and Pietro’s relationship hadn’t worked in the beginning. She felt she had no choice. As Wanda began to leave she knew that Pietro would be at her side in a heartbeat. She took two steps backwards and waited for him to leave, giving a gentle nod if he lingered. With these small actions alone, if he was no fool, he would know that Avery wished him to go after his sister and consul her. The odd scent of morning rain drifted around her lightly as the thoughts in the back of her mind nagged at her more and more. |
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| Quicksilver | Jan 26 2008, 05:33 AM Post #18 |
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“I understand, Pietro,” she said, her tears not falling but her gaze shifted down to his boots. “I… just want… you to be happy.” Her fingers twisted in the front of her shirt as she headed to the door. Keeping her distance and her face averted from Pietro and Avery, she mumbled, “I feel tired… I will rest now.” Pietro lowered his head, hoping, praying it would have been different, but he knew it would not be. How could it? He remembered how he felt when he watched the older boys, the smarter boys flock around his sister. She had been a beauty all of their lives, and starting when they were twelve, her hand had been hotly contested for, not just because the boy who wed her would be next in line to command the clan, but because she was beyond beautiful, wise and gentle and impossible not to love. How he had despised her suitors. He was too addle headed and damaged to express it, but his jealousy had known no bounds, his fear as well. Who would love him when she did not? Now that the tables were turned, now that he understood, he understood too her fear. He turned to Avery as his sister left, and his eyes sought an answer in hers. Her first thought was to slip from him and reach out to Wanda, and, her scent changed to the smell of the rain. This was a good woman, who knew that Wanda was not being petty or selfish. Their eyes met and Avery gave a nod. Go to your sister, it said, and Pietro placed his hand on her cheek for just a moment. "It had to be done," he said, softly, "It is better now than later, when she would think that I was hiding this from her." He leaned forward and tilted her face to look up at him, lightly kissing her. "She will understand." Then, in a whoosh, he was gone, stopping Wanda three steps before the door. He caught her arms in his hands, and spoke to her in their native language, english failing him at the moment. <<Wanda, my beloved, look at me. I have caused you pain and it tears my heart out. Speak to me, your twin who shared life with you before we were born. What can I do to soothe your fears?" |
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| Wanda | Jan 28 2008, 08:12 AM Post #19 |
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[Pietro] caught her arms in his hands, and spoke to her in their native language, english failing him at the moment. <<Wanda, my beloved, look at me. I have caused you pain and it tears my heart out. Speak to me, your twin who shared life with you before we were born. What can I do to soothe your fears?">> She had wanted to leave without facing him. How could she be so wretched as to spoil this happy moment for him? << “No… I…”>> Warm tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked at Pietro for the first time since his announcement. Her heart sank as she realized the futility of protesting; he wouldn’t have told her this if he wasn’t serious. Since the death of their mother and the loss of her sanity, Pietro was her only buoy in the turbulent sea of her insane mind. She looked at him and although he was alive, she grieved for the death of the relationship they’d once had. Whatever it became now, it wouldn’t be the same as before. She covered her face with her hands and shook her head. << “I knew… I told you… our first day here, I said you would find someone here… You didn’t believe me and it happened,” her began to rise in tone and volume, her sorrowful tears streaming down her cheeks. “They said … they also said you will abandon me here… You tire of me… because I am… broken,” >> and with the last word, she balled up her fists and brought them up to hit the sides of her head. |
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| Quicksilver | Jan 28 2008, 08:58 AM Post #20 |
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He caught her hands before she could hurt herself. < "No!" > he said, perhaps too sharply, but his grip on her wrists was gentle, firm, but tender. < "No, you will listen to me, Wanda, and you will understand what I am saying. No listening to your spirits, no letting your powers warp my words into something they do not mean." > Pietro brought her close to him, guiding her by her captured wrists, the bones so fragile beneath his hands. He could hurt her if he wasn't careful, but he didn't want that, never wanted that. How could any man, any real man, hurt something so delicate and strange? Pietro brought his head to hers, forehead to forehead, < "I have been with you since the whole of our world was each other and the heartbeat of our mother. If you honestly think that my interest in Avery will cause me to forget that, then you think very little of me. I gave up humanity for you, Wanda, ran so fast to save you, that I left my color behind me. I would stripe this earth if you asked me, I would pull the moon from the sky. But, leave you, abandon you? You cut me to the very heart." > He put his hand to his head, releasing her, and looking helplessly over at Avery, before turning back to his sister. < "I hate this," > he muttered, < "I hate that our lives have been so turned upside down by what we are that we have no peace, no chance of normalcy. We should be home, in Transia, married and happy, but no. Instead, we suffer because of our powers, your rationality lost, my humanity impossible to recover. I want a chance at a normal life, Wanda, but not at the expense of your heart. I kneel, I crawl, I cower at your feet, to beg you to understand my words to you." > The brother looked to his sister, and whispered, < "I am ever yours. Avery is someone who at this moment I think I can spend the rest of my life with, but you must understand, that you will forever be who I spent all of my life with. My first cry was because you were not with me, my last breath will be your name. I can love Avery Doyle, and still love Wanda Maximoff. In fact, my love for her, only makes me love you more, because how can a man in love not be so overfilled with emotion that be shares it with those closest to him?" > His hand came out to bury itself in her hair, < "She is not stealing me from you. I am bringing her to do for me what you cannot, and for me to give to her what I cannot give you-- a different kind of love, that is not yours and mine. Do you understand... Can you understand?" > |
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| Avery | Jan 29 2008, 04:07 AM Post #21 |
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Catching her eyes she had given him a nod, in turn he reached out to cup her cheek. "It had to be done," [Pietro] said, softly, "It is better now than later, when she would think that I was hiding this from her." He leaned forward and tilted her face to look up at him, lightly kissing her. "She will understand." “I hope so...” She whispered after his soft kiss truly meaning what she said, watching him go. With not even the time to blink she felt her dress ruffle and her locks bounce in response to his quick departure. He managed to stop Wanda just short of the door, but unfortunately began to converse in his own, and strange to her, language. Though she did not understand what they were saying she could definitely had an impression by their tones and body language. Poor Wanda was crying, feeling rather rejected and useless. God, she had never meant to make the woman cry. If anything she had been expecting anger or bitterness. She felt absolutely terrible and wanted nothing more but to leave right there and then. As Wanda's cries became more passionate and her hands tight little balls, Avery could watch no longer. Turning away her head she silently moved away, further to the back of the greenhouse. Her gift of enhanced hearing was such a curse. No matter how quietly they spoke, or far she was away she could still hear them. In her guilt the scent of cucumbers followed along the way, slightly off by the scent of morning rain. For Avery could not understand what was going on. To her she had made ruins of a relationship that had been forged since birth. She didn’t wish to be the cause of this. Nor, did she wish her own relationship with Pietro to end. He’s words had done little to reassure her for Avery had one too many bumpy encounters and knew all too well how men what men will give up for other women. She may be his sister, but more than likely she meant more to him than Avery did. In her eyes all she could see was just another failed relationship waiting to happen. They all left in the end, didn't they? Of course it wasn’t something she wanted to believe, but when one had bad luck in such things it was almost expected. Desperately she wanted a nice little hole to crawl in to. Not only was she having her worries, but when she stood there while Pietro and Wanda spoke of her and him, it just felt awkward and like she didn’t belong. So she had wandered to the back of the greenhouse, seemingly giving them their space and privacy. In actual fact she was looking to the outside, to the back door. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the outcome of their conversation. What if things didn’t turn out well? Avery didn’t wish to be there for that....she wanted to escape. Just to get out of there and let her tears of light frustration and fret out. She so had hoped that Pietro would be that someone...someone that she could freely give her heart to. Yet now and again he would look in her direction and had spoken her name at least three times, the only thing she could discern. He spoke to his sister in near defeat and desperation, voicing his plea for her to understand. It was as if he wasn’t sure how to go about it, but neither would he give up. And so, she could not leave. She couldn’t when she knew that even though she didn’t know what he was saying, that he was in some light, sticking up for her...trying to help Wanda see the good in their relationship. Avery’s hands pressed against the cold panes of the greenhouse glass. Leaving in what she wore may cause more drama than there already was. But there was nothing she could really do to convince Wanda, it was her brother who would be best suited for this. And as he had said earlier, she would understand. She just needed time to see. |
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| Wanda | Jan 30 2008, 10:41 AM Post #22 |
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Pietro caught her hands before they pounded her head. No, he’d said and told her not to listen to the spirits… don’t hear the voices… don’t let her power twist his words. She tried so hard but how could she not… it was her mind, she couldn’t –not think-, but for him, she would try… knowing that she would fail. Didn’t he understand? Every time she tried to make herself sane, it was like trying to catch smoke and it tore her apart to always see it slip through her fingers. It left her more frustrated than before… more apt to… lose control. Her wrists twisted in his strong hands, hands that could easily snap bone, but he wouldn’t let her go. He pulled her close, touching their foreheads, which calmed her until he spoke. < “…. If you honestly think that my interest in Avery will cause me to forget that, then you think very little of me. … But, leave you, abandon you? You cut me to the very heart." > Her head shook violently, < “No… nononononono. I never meant… noooo.” > She hadn’t thought she could be more brokenhearted than she was. It had hurt to think that he was leaving her but to know she’d hurt him too; her heart curled up and whimpered. He continued, unconsciously plunging the knife further into her heart. < “…I want a chance at a normal life, Wanda, but not at the expense of your heart. I kneel, I crawl, I cower at your feet, to beg you to understand my words to you. … I am bringing her to do for me what you cannot, and for me to give to her what I cannot give you-- a different kind of love, that is not yours and mine. Do you understand... Can you understand?" > She felt miserable… wretched… one of the worst days of her life unfolding around her. < “A normal life… a different love…,” Wanda spoke his own words back to him. “I do understand, it is you who does not… you are leaving me behind… moving on with your life… and I… I can not!” She screamed, this time not really talking to him but screaming the unfairness of her situation, always being the one left behind… the one left out in the cold, banging on the windows to be let in and the one who opened the window for her and let her be a part of things, even briefly, felt like he was slipping away from her fingers. She pulled away from his hands and covered her face as she aimlessly paced the floor. “You said it yourself,” she screamed at him, this time in English, “my mind is lost… Is it –you- who can not understand? You are moving forward! Having a life I can not! It is not fair! Not fair that I can not and not fair that you…” Abruptly, she turned away, unable to face him. She knew was being unfair to Pietro but she couldn’t stop the mean-spirited and selfish words from spilling out. She knew he loved her; as he said, he’d done so much for her over the years… he would never agree, but she knew she owed him a debt… as he said, the chance at a normal life. Around her, the greenhouse air became thick with raw power, as though it was unfocused and leaking into the world. Wanda’s milky gaze fell on Avery the elf, trying her best to hide at the back of the greenhouse. Pietro spoke of loving her but now, looking at the elf’s shocked and bewildered eyes, it looked as though his sister had soured the relationship. Wanda turned and locked eyes with Pietro, his concern and somewhat fearful ones to her heartbroken ones. It would be a sacrifice to share him, to break their bonds enough to let him love another… but he was worth the sacrifice. “I’m sorry… I love you,” she whispered to Pietro, her voice choked him emotion. Beneath her feet, giant circle began to glow, then slowly moving wheels within wheels and gears began appearing within the circle until in resembled a great clockwork mechanism. Without taking her eyes from her beloved Pietro, she stomped on the gears and their revolving slowed to a halt, a strange force around them shaking the greenhouse under the stress of unseen forces. When the gears started again, they were moving in reverse and picking up speed, the forces Wanda was controlling rattling the glass and pots until everything vanished. Suddenly, Wanda was back in their suite of rooms. She put down the chalk she was using to draw on the walls and stared at the door, waiting for Avery’s knock. She would come and be carrying her exotic miniature tree. |
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| Avery | Feb 1 2008, 12:16 AM Post #23 |
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Contrary to her hopes things, were not going very well. Pietro was doing his best to make Wanda understand, but it seemed the more he spoke the worse things progressed. Avery’s stomach twisted in knots as she feared that she was just fighting the inevitable. She wondered if she would receive the same fate she had in their shared dream....Or perhaps, they were just never meant to be. At least early in the relationship it wouldn’t hurt so much. Yet to Avery it would feel almost like throwing salt on reopened wounds. The situation may be different but the pain was very much the same...Something she did not welcome with open arms yet knew it was something she wouldn’t be able to escape. Then it came, words that she finally understood....definitely understood! Wanda was feeling neglected and betrayed. That certainly was clear now as she screeched her unfair frustrations at her brother. Caught up with the moment the elven began to wonder what the hell she had gotten herself into. What, was her life not complicated enough with more downs than ups? Just when she seemed to right herself something else seemed to push her back down that bumpy road. All she wanted was a break and enough time to write a novel or script. Because this shit could only be found in the movies... That being said, she owed Pietro a big, fat ‘I told you so!’ At this point Avery just didn’t know what to do. Truth was, Wanda was rather frightening when she was mad...and there was no telling what she would do. How could one prepare themselves for that? Oppose her and lose, stay and get pulled into possible mad distruction, or flee to the winter’s bite where she would probably perish before she made it to the front steps. Neither option seemed better than the other. And so she chose to stand there at the back and wait it out, praying that things would somehow get better. Whatever she had done to draw attention, the Scarlet Witch regarded her bewildered and frightened expression. She may have spat words of anger but the emotions that her lovely face conveyed was of nothing but pain and sorrow. Avery couldn’t help but feel responsible. “I’m sorry… I love you,” [Wanda] whispered to Pietro, her voice choked him emotion. Hearing this seemed to flood relief back through Avery. Perhaps there could be peace between the twins after all. Yet, that calm feeling soon vanished as a strange glowing clock appeared beneath Wanda’s feet. Upon stomping on it, it was caused to halt and perhaps resulted in or just by some strange coincidence, making the ground shake. Alarmed by this, not even experiencing a earthquake before, she had took a step backwards and reached out to brace herself. She felt nothing but snatched air as her heel rolled upon a small pot that had been knocked over. She hit the floor just as things began to vanish.... Avery blinked as she stood before Wanda’s and Pietro’s door. She had zoned out again, perhaps playing various scenarios in her head of her and Wanda’s encounter. She shook her head to get the cobwebs out, only to fill it with the nervousness she had been experiencing all day. Drawing up her courage she bit her lip and knocked on the door. “Ummm...Wanda? Are you home?” She called out timidly, almost fearful that she would indeed be there. As she awaited for the door to open she quickly busied herself with last minute primming. Fussing with her hair she moved on to smooth any creases in her white dress. Upon looking down at the tail end of herself she noticed that her posterior and that below had a light dusting of dirt. Surely she would never had put it on had she known it was dirty. Quickly she patted and brushed the filth off herself. A strange feeling stirred within her along with a sense of confusion. It was almost like she had done this before. Deja vu was the more common term. |
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| Quicksilver | Feb 1 2008, 01:04 AM Post #24 |
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< “A normal life… a different love…,” Wanda spoke his own words back to him. “I do understand, it is you who does not… you are leaving me behind… moving on with your life… and I… I can not!” Wanda shouted at him, and Pietro understood, he understood, he just didn't know what to do about it. He did not want her hurt, he did not want her to be left behind. He wanted his sister, happy, healthy, whole... and he would sacrifice everything he had for her... ... except for this, because he didn't think he could stop it. He would have to stop the world from turning. He was growing up, and that was a horrible prospect, the thought of growing up without her. They had been children on a grand adventure together, he learning all the things that had been locked away from him because of his inability to comprehend the world, she learning to see the world in a new way as she slipped into the madness of her powers... they'd been free of adult supervision, free of responsibility, free of the need of anyone who was not part of their highly insular and completely self contained world. But, the earth spun through the heavens, and time moved forward. He was a man now, and his sister... she would always remain a girl... isn't that what she was saying? He'd always known it would happen someday, but God, how he'd hoped that being here in this place would help her to let him grow. Power began to fill the air, and he felt his white hair begin to rise, on the back of his neck, the light down on his arms, for he was not a hirsute man, unlike many of their clan. She had stopped her raving, her words cut off as she realized something in that strangely wise way of hers, the wisdom never apparent unless you were looking for it. She made something happen, and Pietro, who couldn't understand this, and never hoped to, knowing it was hers and hers alone, had time to hear her words to him. “I’m sorry… I love you,” she whispered to Pietro, her voice choked him emotion. "Wanda..." he whispered, and the 'I love you' was implicit. He had no time to say it, his sister moving, for once, too fast for him. His heart was wrapped up in the sound of her name. No one would ever say it the way he did and his name on her lips always sounded the exact same way. It was the sound a mother makes when her infant is laid in her arms still wet from birth, the sound a child makes before they learn to defy their parents, it is the sound the faithful make when they take their last breath and know their paradise awaits. It was love, unconditional, undenying, unbreakable. Love in its purest form. Then, the world shifted, and Pietro had no fear that his sister had caused him harm, caused Avery harm. He trusted her with his life, his soul, and as he looked to the elven, he trusted her with his heart. The world shifted again, and Pietro slid to a halt, miles from the school. He looked around him, confused. The world had jerked beneath his feet, and he wondered at his clumsiness. How very unlike him. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt... deeply overwhelmed. His thoughts had turned to Wanda and to Avery and... And what? His preoccupied mind... bah, he should get home. He felt a deep longing to be with them, now, and to smell the scent of pears and to see the hint of scarlet. He feet lept into action again, and the world again became a blur as he raced home towards those he loved. |
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| Wanda | Feb 19 2008, 08:51 AM Post #25 |
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“Ummm...Wanda? Are you home?” The elf girl’s voice came from the other side of the door. It was fortunate that Wanda was alone in the room; in the split second that followed, even her loving and blindly devoted brother would be hard pressed to describe the strange look in her eyes as sane. This time, she knew what was going to happen and for a moment, stared at the closed door in horror and dread, madly considering not opening it and making the whole problem go away. Wanda’s whole life was illusion and trickery of one form or another, telling the world that it is other than what it is, that gravity didn’t work, that 2 + 2 equaled fish, and that time hadn’t happened. But not this time, there was nothing she could do that wouldn’t hurt Pietro, perhaps deeply enough to drive them apart. With as much self control as she could muster, Wanda opened the door and gave a pleasant yet puzzled grin. “Avery… I am … happy you came,” Wanda said, only slightly tripping on the words. “Come in, come in. What have you brought?” She ushered Avery inside and looked at the miniature cherry tree. “It is wonderful. You used your magic to create it, did you not?” |
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| Avery | Feb 20 2008, 11:32 PM Post #26 |
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As she waited, the hesitation to answer the door by Wanda, she was further caused to worry. The scent of wildflower steadily increasing, Avery tried to waft it away as young tweens did when they put on too much of mommy’s perfume in hopes to dilute the scent. Her long ears flickered the moment she heard Wanda’s hand turning the doorhandle. Quickly she flinched back to a more casual posture that didn’t look so odd. The last thing she wanted to come off as was a weirdy to Wanda. Seeing the expression of the beauty that was known as the Scarlet Witch, Avery was allowed some relief. Her smile was happy enough, as if pleased to see her yet somewhat surprised that she was there. Fair enough, that was to be expected and was much better than any other scenario that Avery imagined. “Avery… I am … happy you came,” Wanda said, only slightly tripping on the words. “Come in, come in. What have you brought?” She ushered Avery inside and looked at the miniature cherry tree. “It is wonderful. You used your magic to create it, did you not?” It was the elven’s turn to wear a slightly puzzled expression as she was welcomed into her home and encouraged inside. She hadn’t expected Wanda to be so friendly to be honest. Not that she thought her to be a cold or distant woman, more to the fact that she assumed that she held more caution than most. Her slight stumbling of words has went nearly unnoticed, chalked up to being surprised that the elven stranger had seeked her out. Yet...funny enough, Wanda was blind when they had been introduced, how did she know that she was truely "Avery"? ...Perhaps Peitro had described her to her at a later time. To her questions she nodded with a bright, yet nervous smile. “Ah....yes..Thank you.” She said holding it out to Wanda, offering the shimmering miniature tree to her. “I uh..used my, um, abilities to make it for you...” For some reason Avery refused to consider her powers as magic. “I thought it might be nice to help you feel more at home here....Think of it as a house warming gift..” |
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| Quicksilver | Feb 21 2008, 06:45 AM Post #27 |
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His feet came to a halt in the hall to their rooms. These had once been servants' quarters in the days when this was a home and not a school, and so the hall was narrow and not so grandly decorated as the main halls. They needed no frills or finery, finding that they actually had four rooms to their little apartment far more than they expected. Two bedrooms, a living area and a private bathroom... luxury they had never had before coming here. Never mind that he rarely spent time in his bedroom, instead, spending his short short nights with his sister, holding her until she slept or comforting her if she had nightmares. At the sight of Avery standing at the end of the narrow hallway though, at his door, speaking with his beloved twin made him feel a little... ashamed that things were not so grand, and then, he was appalled at this thought. Had he become too accustomed to fripperies and niceties. Maybe he had lost who he was? He shook his head, not willing to believe such about himself. He was still Pietro Maximoff. His life had changed but he was still himself. Yes, his arrogance knew no bounds, but he remembered where he was from. He hurried down the hall to where Avery and Wanda were looking at a small plant, a little tree. "Well, this is a beautiful sight, is it not? Two lovely ladies conspiring together against me, I presume. What naughtiness are you two up to?" |
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| Wanda | Feb 24 2008, 02:35 PM Post #28 |
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Wanda grinned at the green-skinned elf and accepted the beautiful tree, but in her mind, she’d done all this before. The trip back through time had changed some things but not much. This wasn’t just Pietro and Avery’s chance to have whatever love they could find… it was also Wanda’s chance to let Pietro go. Somewhere deep inside, she knew she had her fingers clutching him so tightly that he would slowly suffocate if she do not release him. After twenty-two years, things had changed; for all that time, she’d thought of Pietro’s affection and attention as her right and was as accustomed of having it as she was to having air in her lungs. It was a new experience to know that he wasn’t hers… just hers… any longer. "Well, this is a beautiful sight, is it not? Two lovely ladies conspiring together against me, I presume. What naughtiness are you two up to?" “Hah,” Wanda laughed, “Isn’t my brother silly? He has such a swelled head to think that all... that all the pretty girls come here to see him,” she stumbled once again in her words, covering by turning away and placing the little tree on a table. She bent down and smelled the flowers, running her fingertips lightly over the leaves. Absently, she spoke to Pietro over her shoulder, “You never see the other elves that visit us, my beloved, but you see this one… perhaps you should invite her to stay a while.” |
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| Avery | Feb 25 2008, 11:57 PM Post #29 |
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She wasn’t sure what had caused her to look over her shoulder, perhaps she had heard something or had felt eyes upon her. With Pietro’s speed it was near impossible to detect him until he was right in front of you. Yet as he was suddenly by their side her eyes had fell upon him as if she had expected him to be there when she looked, had it not been for the slightly startled look in the depths of violet. "Well, this is a beautiful sight, is it not? Two lovely ladies conspiring together against me, I presume. What naughtiness are you two up to?" Pietro seemed to prod in jest instead of a normal sort of greeting. Avery was almost grateful for it as it would help break the ice. Though she worried that him being there might make things awkward. She wasn’t sure if he had spoken to Wanda about him and her and feared that it would be brought up. Avery worried how Wanda would take the news and at least hoped to make a good impression before she realized that, in a sense, she was stealing her brother away from her. In protest to Pietro’s accusations Avery’s lips parted to say something to declare their innocence, but Wanda was much sharper. “Hah,” Wanda laughed, “Isn’t my brother silly? He has such a swelled head to think that all... that all the pretty girls come here to see him,” Along with Wanda, Avery laughed almost musically at how she turned things around on him. She fixed Pietro with a look of mirth and nodded to Wanda’s words. “Yes, very silly...” Though it was all she could manage to get out. She was still very much shy around Pietro and their time together fairly brief. A light scent of vanilla wisped around her as she surprisingly controlled the tint of her cheeks. She never seemed to notice as Wanda once again stumbled over her words lightly. She was unsure of the way she spoke, but surely Pietro would notice and sense something was amiss. Her eyes followed her as she laid the plant upon the table and softly brush her fingers over the petals. Absently, [Wanda] spoke to Pietro over her shoulder, “You never see the other elves that visit us, my beloved, but you see this one… perhaps you should invite her to stay a while.” At that she tilted her head, her fluted ears tweaking at being referred to as an elf. She tucked it away in her mind, to remind herself to correct Wanda of this at a later time. She was not a creature of such whimsy fantasy. She was just a mutant, nothing more. Her violet eyes then fell upon Pietro, unsure where this would lead. Why hadn’t Wanda invited her herself, why suggest to her brother to offer the welcome to stay? Had this been another time, had she sought out Wanda to befriend her, she might have politely declined the offer not wanting to intrude upon the twins. But she stayed silent and wondered of Pietro’s response, lightly playing with the hunter tresses that fell down to her elbows. |
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| Quicksilver | Feb 26 2008, 05:24 AM Post #30 |
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“Hah,” Wanda laughed, “Isn’t my brother silly? He has such a swelled head to think that all... that all the pretty girls come here to see him,” Pietro smirked, at her teasing, though the hitch in her voice left him puzzled. He glanced at his sister and wondered if she knew more than he had said, particularly when Wanda lightly scolded him about not inviting Avery in. He wanted to ask her, but not here, not now. Avery wouldn't understand it, Wanda would not understand it. He turned instead to the green skinned beauty and said, "My sister has made her demands and I am no kind of man to refuse her." He leaned close and said in a mock whisper, "She is a frightening woman. Once she pushed me into a frozen river in Bulgaria because I told her that I wished to take a right fork in the road when she wished to take a left. I nearly froze to death, and the cruel thing laughed and laughed at me." His tone and manner suggested obviously that he was teasing, and that not one word of it was true. He figured, and rightly so, that he could turn this back around on Wanda. He breathed deeply and said, "Vanilla. It is becoming one of my favorite scents." He offered Avery his hand, "I've been running for some time. I need to eat. Wanda, love, shall we invite our dear guest to join us in lunch?" |
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