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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 (748 Views) | |
| Wanda | Feb 26 2008, 10:22 PM Post #31 |
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[Pietro] 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?" Putting Elf’s Grace in the greenhouse and calling the sprites to it would have to wait, Wanda thought. Though in truth, she wasn’t too anxious to go back there and let those memories and the pain cloud her mind again. She turned around and saw them, Pietro looking into Avery’s eyes and she looking up at him; her beautiful, exotic features taking on a tender cast to them. She’d been truly blind not to see it before but how could she? For all of their lives, it had only them… but not anymore; now, Pietro and Avery were both glowing, lit by dim radiance of affection. “Oh, he is tired,” she teased in the easy way tightly bonded siblings, “but not too tired to fill your pointed ears with untrue stories.” Wanda joined Pietro and Avery where they stood, “He was always – always – telling stories when he was young and he still does.” Smoothly, Wanda took Avery’s free arm, linking their arms together and guiding her out of their suite toward the main kitchen. “Let me tell you… when Pietro, he first got his blessed speed, he tried to fish, darting up and down the stream… he had no patience looking for the fish. ‘But my darling sister,’ he say to me, ‘I am faster than any fish, it is impossible that I can not catch even one,’ and I say, ‘fish do not need to be fast if they hide under rocks, my dearest’.” |
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| Avery | Feb 27 2008, 03:01 AM Post #32 |
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If there was one way to befriend Avery, it was to make her laugh. You could have money, smarts, unbelievable talents but that all didn’t matter to her if you couldn’t have fun. Such things didn’t impress Avery at the least and she usually turned her nose up at people who flaunted either of the three. Yet, if you had a sense of humor and used it in good nature, you could easily win over Avery. It helped her to lose her shyness and warm up to others easier, becoming more comfortable around them. And so she found herself steadily smiling and then giggling at the sibling banter as Pietro topped his sister on his turn. Though in his funmaking he did not fail to notice her current scent. [Pietro] 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? At this her cheeks did become pink. By now he knew what that particular scent meant and bringing attention to it only caused her to further produce it in a much stronger quantity this time. It a most girlish fashion she wished to shove him for pointing it out but somehow managed to control this urge. Instead her eyes cast aside with a most meek expression. “Pieeeetro..” She murmured in abashed tones, seeming to reluctantly place her hand into his because of it. Of course Wanda stepped in to save her and further carry on with her brother. Steadily she was growing to like Wanda. So used to having guys pick on her when she was younger, it was nice to see her pick at Pietro, even if it was all in good fun and harmless. “Oh, he is tired,” [Wanda] teased in the easy way tightly bonded siblings, “but not too tired to fill your pointed ears with untrue stories.” Wanda joined Pietro and Avery where they stood, “He was always – always – telling stories when he was young and he still does.” Her eyes batted a few times feigning disbelief and looked between the siblings, a light smirk curling her lips. “Is that so?” She replied most intrigued. “I’ll have to watch for that.” To this she looked up at the taller, silver haired man a shapely eyebrow cocked in question. As Wanda continued she easily slid arm around Avery’s own, leading her towards the kitchen. With Pietro in tow, Avery’s full attention was to Wanda and her recollection of Pietro’s manifestation of his speed abilities. With the way they had been getting on, she half wondered if it was really true. After all, he brother would not be too modest to keep certain embarrassing childhood memories with any of her friends. Again she was caused to giggle at her story, the scent of pears increasingly taking over the vanilla. “So you’re telling me, he was always so....” She paused as if she was having difficulty finding the right words. “..umm, pompous?” The look she cast over her shoulder to Pietro and her tone were enough to tell she too was joining in on the teasing. “Do tell more Wanda. I’ve never heard such stories from Pietro...” Avery coaxed her on with a grin, enjoying every minute of this. |
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| Quicksilver | Feb 27 2008, 06:40 AM Post #33 |
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Pietro put his hand to his head as Wanda told her little tale of their youth and as both of his loves laughed at him, teasingly, but prettily, he put on an offended air that was entirely feigned, "Well, is it my fault I do not understand the mental workings of trout. Don't let her fool you, Avery Doyle, I very handily caught enough fish to fill our bellies, and cleaned and cooked them as well, with the only help from my delicate sister being the handful of herbs she produced with her magics." He trailed behind the pair, surprised at Wanda's openness, yes, this was so very unlike her. Once upon a time she had been as social a girl as could be, and he was the one who watched with confused eyes as people moved around her like moons caught in her orbit, but those days were long past. She had lost more than her sanity when she surrendered to her powers. This made him so very sad, and to see her so casually joking and playing with someone who was essentially a stranger was so unusual now, it made him suspicious. He realized suddenly that Wanda knew... or she at least suspected, that Avery's visit was not just out of idle friendship. She had seen the look in their eyes and understood so much more than anyone really knew. Clever girl. But her reaction was so strange, not what he expected. He wanted to question her, to ask her what she was thinking, feeling, but Wanda was clearly not inviting him to ask. She was a mystery, his beloved, such a mystery. Avery tossed a joke of her own, and Pietro looked over at her, breathing in the smell of pears, knowing that it meant she was happier now, not so uncertain. "Pompous? I am hardly pompous," he sniffed, "Assured, that is the word, is it not, my sister?" He reached out and gave Wanda a gentle tickle in the side, "You make Avery think such horrible things about me." |
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| Wanda | Feb 28 2008, 02:28 AM Post #34 |
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Pietro tried to keep the suspicions from his eyes but he and Wanda had been together all their lives, only spending three days apart over twenty-two years. She saw the confusion that he tried to hide in banter with Avery and she tried to stay on the other side of Avery, avoiding his gaze as Pietro followed behind them. “Do tell more Wanda. I’ve never heard such stories from Pietro...” Avery coaxed. Pietro spoke up, adding in a mockingly dismissive tone his impression of the story, “…. Don't let her fool you, Avery Doyle, I very handily caught enough fish to fill our bellies, and cleaned and cooked them as well, with the only help from my delicate sister being the handful of herbs she produced with her magics." “My beloved Pietro, skewering fish meat on pointy sticks and putting in over fire in not cooking… it is just … making it hot… warming it… Those handful of herbs make it cooking… That is the difference,” Wanda orated as they walked through the rooms and hallways toward the kitchen. Wanda leaned closer to Avery, “He does not know what he is talking about, he has not cooked a day in his life.” A statement spoken earnestly but wasn’t true; during their years of wandering, there had been many times when Wanda’s psyche had been too damaged for her to do much to take care of herself, drifting in a fractured Neverland world, and it had all been up to Pietro. Her memory was a sieve, filled with truths and falsehood in equal measure. Smiling, Avery teased Pietro and the two of them bantered back and forth. "… Assured, that is the word, is it not, my sister?" [Pietro] reached out and gave Wanda a gentle tickle in the side, "You make Avery think such horrible things about me." Wanda danced away from his fingers and half-turned as they walked, “Rest assured, my love, her eyes would not see any holes in your socks.” |
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| Avery | Feb 29 2008, 01:27 AM Post #35 |
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Avery looked to Wanada, she had been looking forward and behind as the two rallied, wondering what her answer to her brother’s claim to catching the meal and cooking it. She was not disappointed as Wanda zinged him with a good one. Her hearty laughter showed that Avery was inclined to believe Wanda on the matter. Sometimes she was unsure which was true or not, but as they were carrying on, she assumed that the truth was stretched if not twisted. Also there were these odd looks they would give each other. They were very subtle and only lasted but a split second, but it made her wonder. Perhaps it was some sort of way the twins communicated one thing or another. Either way she did not cumber herself with worries of what they meant. Feeling well overdue for a jab of her own at Pietro, Avery teasingly proceeded to ask Wanda if he had always been pompous. He wasn’t long retorting with a protest of a more suitable word for himself. "Pompous? I am hardly pompous," he sniffed, "Assured, that is the word, is it not, my sister?" He reached out and gave Wanda a gentle tickle in the side, "You make Avery think such horrible things about me." Wanda danced away from his fingers and half-turned as they walked, “Rest assured, my love, her eyes would not see any holes in your socks.” After so much laughing she was caused to let out a sigh of contentment. Still smiling though she looked between the two like she had been doing. “You two are adorable!” She found herself blurting out and found herself letting out a little giggle because of it. “You make me miss my own brother.” It was cute to see siblings getting along rather than fighting like cats and dogs like your typical ones. Though Avery and her brother Alden did not interact quite the same as Pietro and Wanda, they did however share a close knit relationship. Even as a little girl she couldn’t recall having any but two squabbles with her brother. She now found herself reminded of him and wondering what he was doing at the moment. Upon entering the kitchen, which was currently free of pattering hungry students or the Cajun chef at the moment, Avery slowed her walk. Not foreign to the room, she however ate very little and hardly attended the mansion’s dinners. Yet at the end of the island with reading material she could be found in the wee hours just as dawn braked, around 5:30 or so, having her morning tea. “You did eat other things besides fish when you...” She trailed off as she tired to find more delicate words. “...in your travels? I can’t imagine eatin’ trout and such all the time..And I’m a Newfie.” To understand the extreme meaning behind her words, one would have to recognize that Newfoundland once upon a time thrived upon the fishery industry alone and its islanders loved the bounty of its seas. |
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| Quicksilver | Feb 29 2008, 03:40 AM Post #36 |
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Pietro glanced at his sister and realized that she believed what she was saying, not out of unappreciativeness for his care of her, or purposeful dissembling, but out of her mad confusion. He had of course taken care of her far better than that, having done everything that he could do to make her life as comfortable he could given their circumstances. She had never gone hungry if he had a mouthful of food, never was cold if he had a cloak to cover her with, never suffered if he could comfort her. But in her mind, she was still the girl who bandaged his skinned knees and held him when the thunderstorms came. Overcome with love for his sister, realizing without a doubt that she was making a brave sacrifice for him by allowing him to explore this time with Avery, and making a noble effort to make friends with her, Pietro stepped in front of the girls and caught Wanda's chin in his hand, bending to kiss her on her forehead, "You are right, my darling," he said, softly, "I am a silly man to have forgotten how well you take care of me, even now in this place." He turned to Avery and said, "My sister kept me safe when I was too lost to be able to understand it." His steady gaze spoke volumes. Of course, their positions were now reversed, but Pietro would never let Wanda know it. He smiled to his budding green love and said, "She is a god send." “You did eat other things besides fish when you...” She trailed off as she tired to find more delicate words. “...in your travels? I can’t imagine eatin’ trout and such all the time..And I’m a Newfie.” "I hunted," Pietro shrugged, leading them forward once more, "And gathered what I could. When there was a village, Wanda and I busked and bought bread and milk. Sometimes even chocolate which is much different than the watery confection you get here. Perhaps I'll bring you some sometime, if you would like." |
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| Wanda | Mar 1 2008, 11:28 PM Post #37 |
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“You two are adorable!... You make me miss my own brother.” Avery said as she watched the loving banter between Wanda and Pietro. “Oh… nothing is more important than family.” A sweet, sad smile played on Pietro’s lips as he stepped in front of Wanda and cupped her chin in his hand. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "You are right, my darling," he said, softly, "I am a silly man to have forgotten how well you take care of me, even now in this place." Wanda looked up into his eyes and knew that he knew. They had no twin-telepathy but knowing each other for their entire lives, they could see the emotions that were hidden from everyone else and spotted the subtle tilt of the head that had meaning or a softness in the eyes. For twenty-two years, they lived in their own two-person world and slipping into it again was like going home. It was the briefest moment that seemed like an eternity to them, Wanda wrapped her arms around Pietro’s waist and leaned her head against him. All was forgiven, and if things weren’t exactly fine right now, they were at least leaning back that way. The deep breath she took filled her nose and lungs with the faint smell of the person she’d known all her life and she sighed against his chest, her fears and aguish expelled like a fever that finally broke. They continued their way to the kitchen, Avery asking about them and about how they lived. Wanda let Pietro answer but then she heard an unfamiliar word. “…. And I’m a Newfie.” “Is that your clan? The Newfies?” Wanda asked, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. |
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| Avery | Mar 2 2008, 07:51 PM Post #38 |
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"Is that your clan? The Newfies?” Wanda asked, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. Avery’s vibrant eyes flashed to Wanda at hearing her question, they were filled with mirth even before letting out her bubbling laughter. Her hand waved waved in dismissal and she shook her head. “No no, its not like that. Well....maybe, if you think about it yes...” She paused for thought as she thought of it for a second. “I mean, Newfies are a group of people but I suppose its far too great a number to be considered a clan.” She tilted her head and smiled at her. “You see, Newfie is a sort of slang name given to people native to Newfoundland. Mind you, you have to be careful when using it, since some Newfoundlanders find it offensive...” Avery lightly mused as she moved to the kitchen cupboards, seeking out her precious glass tea cups Ari had made especially for her. “Anyway, that’s where my family and myself are from. It’s a island just off the east coast of Canada, full of many little fishing communities scattered all along the coast. The people there are hard working, loving and hospitable. I hear we’re world renowned for our generosity in consideration of how poor our province is....” At that the elven looked over her shoulder and gave a wink with her grin. It wasn’t common to hear her go on like such, as she spoke very little about herself. But it was something about her homeland that made her wish to talk proudly of it, as if everyone should know what a wonderful place it was and visit there just to experience its beauty. “Anyway...” Again she waved her hand as if to shoo away that she had said lastly. “If you get a chance, go there in the summer...but to a small community, like Random Passage, my hometown. Its so beautiful there in the summer time...” Avery began to reminisce, her voice taking airy tones. On her tippy toes she finally managed to reach her tea cups which she had placed away, high out of reach from little hands. “You just go there and it brings you back to a much more free and simpler time. The houses were all built where ever the owner pleased, hardly anyone had fences. The wind is finally warm, sweeping off the water with fresh salt air. The ocean is so dark and blue. In the night you hear it pounding against the sand with anger, but when you wake up in the morning, to the quietness of the cove, just hearing the sounds as each lop gently rolls...Its like music for your soul. The sand went for miles, fine and white, until it reached the rocky cliffs that were burrowed near the bottom from decades of crashing waves. It was a good place to sit and watch the sun go down if you didn’t mind the long walk. Then later in the evening we’d wait for Dad to come back from fishing. All the long liners of all colors would come in hulling their catch, gulls thick like flies surrounding them, calling out in excitement. We’d all be there waiting, with other families, for the men to come home. Down by the breakwater, just away from the warf, the other kids and I would go jumping rocks of looking for rock crabs...” Finishing up she sighed as she ran water for the kettle. “Ahh...I long for the days back when I could waste my time away playing and marveling in the simpler things in life.” The elven smiled before she looked over her shoulder. “I go on, I know...” She admitted almost embarrassed, her fingers lightly played with the chain of her image inducer. “....Its just so far away now..I don’t get to see it much anymore.” To this Avery gave a little shrug. Not many understood the kind of life she came from, nor her relentless urn to go home. |
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| Quicksilver | Mar 2 2008, 10:56 PM Post #39 |
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Avery described her homeland, and Pietro mentally kicked himself for not having asked it himself. He was not accustomed to prying into other people's thoughts and memories, not because he did not care to know but because he often felt as if to beg for a glimpse into someone else's life was to belittle oneself. Like desperately clamoring for a place in the other's memory or heart. It was a strange way of think, perhaps, but Pietro's mind had never worked the way others did, not before his mutation manifested and certainly not after. So many years of being belittled had left him with hesitancy to put himself into social situations, and his time as one of the evolved had buried it under the illusion of arrogance. A complicated man, Pietro Django Maximoff, an unpleasant one, a difficult one... but an earnest one, loyal and devoted to those who had earned their way into his clan. As Avery spoke, the miracle that was Pietro's darling sister began to work her magic, and the hallway faded, the walls melting into white sand beaches leading to rocky cliffs, the ocean sweeping out to the horizon that wasn't really the horizon. Anyone who happened on them would not see the illusion that she cast, but the trio who were affected could smell the sea, feel the wind. Pietro smiled at his sister, used to such illusions and such mysterious happenings. "Beautifully done, my beloved twin. There is nothing you cannot make all the more wonderful." He looked around at the illusion, "Is this it, Avery Doyle? Has she captured your homeland?" |
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| Wanda | Mar 6 2008, 02:27 AM Post #40 |
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"Is that your clan? The Newfies?” Wanda asked, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. The Avery’s eyes danced with joy as she thought about her homeland. “… You see, Newfie is a sort of slang name given to people native to Newfoundland. Mind you, you have to be careful when using it, since some Newfoundlanders find it offensive...” Through the strange film that still covered her eyes, affecting how she saw the world, Wanda saw the bittersweet waves of nostalgia rolling off Avery; it looked like a wispy beige mist and had the low, mournful sound of a foghorn just barely within range of hearing. Wanda’s life had been hard, even with her devoted brother at her side, it was still hard and inwardly, she wept. During the first time she learned that Pietro and Avery had affection for each other, she’d thought that Avery had everything and she had only Pietro and was angry that Avery could take even him away… but as Avery talked, Wanda realized her mistake. As long as she and Pietro lived, they would always have each other and within each other, they carried the memories of their home. For them, home was not a place but a feeling, the feeling they had when they were together. She watched Avery getting down her glass tea cup and realized, sadly, that Avery was alone and had no one to share her memories. “....Its just so far away now..I don’t get to see it much anymore.” Wanda’s eyelids drifted half-closed, Avery talked about the vast, blue ocean and the rocky cliffs where Avery played as a child. Through Avery’s word, her powers unfurled around them and in the mind’s eye of her, Avery, and Pietro, the ocean, cliffs, the landscape, smells, and sounds of the Newfoundland of Avery’s memory were spread out before them. “Oh… I don’t know about that. As long as you have thoughts and can remember, it isn’t too far away.” |
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| Avery | Mar 7 2008, 01:51 AM Post #41 |
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It was not often that she rambled on so, becoming caught up in the moment that she didn’t wish to stop. It was rather a very brief description of her homeland, for she could spend hours reminiscing to be sure. In her small and peaceful little town, Avery had been granted a wholesome childhood that not many were privileged to have. They may not have been the wealthiest of people, but they were rich in heritage and traditions, in love and family. You’d be hard pressed to find people that were like the ones of her island. It was something that she did not fear to show her passion and pride in. In making her tea she had failed to notice Wanda’s magics at hand. Stirring sugar in her tea, neither of them seen her frown as she continued, thinking she was crazy for detecting the scent of salt air. Her homesick mind was playing tricks on her. Of course, that was until she uttered her last regretful words of her visits that were becoming rarer. To this Wanda was caused to comment and in turn made Avery turn to face them. “Oh… I don’t know about that. As long as you have thoughts and can remember, it isn’t too far away.” “Oh…my…god…” Her words had escaped her lips is something even less than a whisper. She was absolutely astonished that Wanda had been so accurate in her weaving. Since she was not a telepath she could not see into her mind’s eye, yet it was amazing what Wanda was able to make out of her little description. It may not have been exactly as she remembered but it didn’t matter, the image depicted her Newfoundland. Instantly she was drawn in by the rolling waves, the breeze and the soft crashing sound upon the sand. Setting her tea down on the island she laid her hands upon its counter. She felt, as she stared and was enveloped by the image, if she didn’t keep this island between her and the image, she would surely run to it and try to reach the shore’s water. Pietro smiled at his sister, used to such illusions and such mysterious happenings. "Beautifully done, my beloved twin. There is nothing you cannot make all the more wonderful." He looked around at the illusion, "Is this it, Avery Doyle? Has she captured your homeland?" To this Avery bobbed her head in a soft nod. With all her might she tried not to appear choked up. It was almost as if she could see herself there as a little girl, waiting for her father’s long liner to come in. The sea may have not taken him away from her, but whenever she looked upon it she couldn’t help but think of him. “This is very much what it’s like…” She replied finally in somber tones. For a mere second her slightly glassy eyes flickered to the twins before they went back to the image before her. Slowly she sat herself upon a stool to watch the waves roll in, a somewhat sad smile upon her face. It was uncertain what she was feeling as she seemed to convey a mix expression that was not quite happy, but not upset either. “Can…” She began tentatively, before looking between the two. “Can we stay for a while?” For a moment she wished for everything to be still, just for things to last longer than what they should. They perhaps would have no understanding of what this meant to her. God help her if she didn’t cry from her inability to go within the image. Yet, it was such a blessing. This day could not have turned out any better. The irony of this she would never know. |
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