[ this ... isn't anyone she knows. and perhaps, for a second, she thinks it might be mere spam, but as she scrolls down through the responses that come in one after the other —
she actually laughs? ]
Are you sure it wasn't simply because it didn't want to hurt its peelings?
[ she panics, initially. it's difficult not to with the sudden voice that clouds her head. the mental imagery, the internal sounds — she's faced it all before. but not like this, not so directly.
( Picture this: a grocery store. A fun, wholesome place. A home of food! Nothing bad ever happens at a grocery store.
And then she turns from one aisle, and bodily slams into someone. To be fair, she was reading the label on the milk and wasn't paying attention, so her mouth is open to apologise when she looks at who it is.
The scowl that appears is almost comical. ) Oh, you can fuck right off.
[ wanda's been mentally dealing with the fall out of these past weeks, of the mistakes she clearly made, whether she'd been in control of them or not. steve had asked her to come back to the team despite how she'd overthrown the strength of captain america himself to dig him into the ground, but she'd known better than to allow it to be that easy.
she's undergoing training now, trying to reassert herself in mind, to be better, because whatever she'd done, she'd been at fault for not being stronger against it.
mostly, she keeps to herself, and for a time she's confined to her home, but even she needs to step out to restock the fridge and the cupboards, which is why she finds herself here. though, as luck would have it, as luck always seems to stand on her side, she finds herself briefly colliding with someone, a someone that she knows has no thrill in seeing her even before the swear spills out.
her chest tightens, but she tries to swallow it down, a quiver in her lip. ] Sarissa.
mostly because wanda had been convinced she and sarissa had simply settled on safely keeping a distance, considering their last conversation and the incident that played out right before that.
but it isn't as if she wants that distance to remain. it's just ... sooner than she realized. ]
I don't think I've ever met He-man or Skeletor.
[ and ... ]
For the other part, I've never tried it, but it could be a possibility.
[ oh, what's this? gasp, a call from her favorite weirdo. ]
Um — holding. I guess that's the best honest answer I could give. I've definitely been on a baking shortage, that's for sure. [ no cupcakes on this side of town, unfortunately. you'll have to get your desserts elsewhere. ]
And you? Are you alright out there, still camping out?
She keeps sending texts, hoping she'll get a reply and that the kid is wrong. That'd be real simple though, wouldn't it? each line is a separate text. )
Wanda, please reply.
Even just like, an emoji or something.
Just something so I know that kid on the network is wrong. I just need you to do that, okay?
I'm so sorry, Wanda. I should've moved faster and gotten hold of you, or something. Or chased after you, I don't know. I'm so fucking sorry.
( But that's the way, isn't it? Sarissa lets down the people who matter and she keeps on doing it even when she's gotten extra chances she doesn't deserve. )
you know I was thinking about poppies, and that made me start thinking about you. it's kinda perfect. all red and vibrant, but with all these complicated meanings. the Assyrians thought that poppies gave vitality to the earth, and the Ancient Greeks say that Demeter created poppies to she could get some peace. and I know you torment yourself a whole lot for things that are beyond your control and aren't your fault, so I was really hoping you'd get some kinda peace, you know?
I didn't want peace to be you dying, not for any reason because that isn't peace, that's just you being hurt
but that isn't why I think poppies fit you. they're all about remembering. honour and memory, and I think our memories and what we go through sculpt us into who we become. and you've dealt with more shit than most people, and learned from it, and I think it's just gone to make you kinder and better than most people. you're honourable and compassionate, and that's what all the things you've seen and done have contributed to, so you don't need to keep tormenting yourself for them.
so just reply and make me look like a total tool for believing what someone said on the network and being so pretentious and full of shit, and then I can get all huffy and you can laugh at me and it'll be all good
[ it’s days before she wakes, sick to her stomach and agony still pulsing through her body like she just might be dying over and over again. it’s another day or two because she can even manage reading anything on her fluid, a slump across her mattress and weariness layered on every limb.
but in two days time, she sees the set of texts there, all coming from the same sender.
she reads them once. reads them twice. reads them a third time.
and then she cries.
she could blame the sickness on why she doesn’t work up a reply, but she knows even if she had the energy, she’d leave it without a response. not because she takes pleasure in ignoring her, or because she lacks care for every carefully written word; it’s because she knows sarissa thinks better of her than she should.
and she doesn’t want it, wishing for the days in which she compared her to the monsters of this town.
because she can still see every detail of kurt’s tears and she knows the fault lies with her for putting them there. because she’d made the choice to torment his mind, in the same way she’d done to sarissa — and while she can’t always vividly see every detail of their nightmares, she sees every emotion she wrings from them in showing those images.
she won’t reply, because sarissa deserves better than this. and maybe, she might forget about the witch that pulled on her heartstrings and find something better. maybe she can find the natural smile that’d shone brightly beneath the light of the australian sunset in the lucid world of her dreams.
maybe.
but it won’t be with her. and that’s for the best. ]
[ how many times does she have to read this to try and understand it? quite a few. english isn't her first language, so clearly excessively drunk english is far down the list. ]
Are you competing at drinking or are you just simply winning at life?
Unfortunately, I'm not in your house to give you any information on your bracelet. And I promise it's not in my room either.
On Christmas morning, Wanda will find outside her front door a parcel that contains a heavy and only slightly dented volume of Frank L. Baum's The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, with the inscription, on the inside cover: "The true courage is in facing danger when you are afraid, and that kind of courage you have in plenty." With love - K x
[ On the morning of the 25th, Wanda might wake to find a box at her door that contains a nice red peacoat. There's an attached note that says Merry Christmas. -Steve. ]
[ it's difficult to ignore when someone who can expel red wispy flame-things comes to your aid every single time you need it. after the second time, katherine feels compelled to say or do something. it doesn't feel particularly right to let it simply sit and float away. no one ever saves her; it's uncomfortable and new that someone chooses to come to her aid despite only knowing her name.
what can she really do, other than say two words that she doesn't have practice in saying? ]
Please take this as a blanket thank you for coming to my rescue, especially when you don't have to.
This is Katherine. The one that almost got eaten by some ugly creature and the other thing.
[ "the other thing". krampus is better to bond over. that dude needed a few breath mints. ]
And if you make it a habit to save people from ugly things... I'm the one with the best shoes.
[ it's almost too expected to frequently run into anyone in this place in the midst of trying to stay alive, so the two instances that she's met katherine make her feel like she's practically due for a third dangerous incident with her.
instead, it comes with a text that she's all too appreciative to get. ]
Oh, I know. I've had my eyes on them for a while. The real reason I've been saving you is in hopes that I might actually just swipe them right off your feet.
let's go on a date tomorrow i think we've had a rough couple of months and i don't think i've been the best boyfriend even though i honestly don't know how you would even rate a good boyfriend from a bad boyfriend like is there a scale? i'm probably pretty low on it so let me take you out and we can pretend the town hasn't gone completely cult crazy for a couple of hours ok?
[ she's ... missed him. maybe he's been there, but she hasn't. not really, so it does more than he realizes when she reads the text, her smile soft as she reads over the message. ]
You haven't been a bad boyfriend. I promise.
You've been good to me. More than I deserve sometimes.
But let's do it. A date. I'll wear my best dress. I've missed you.
I know you've got homework to do, and I promise I won't be too distracting until you finish it, but just so you know we'll have the house to ourselves tonight.
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why did the banana go out with the apple?
because it couldn't find a date :(
it can't have been very apeeling
and I hear it had a reputation for splitting
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Are you sure it wasn't simply because it didn't want to hurt its peelings?
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PLEASE RESPOND, WANDA MAXIMOFF. OVER.
HELLO WANDA, THIS IS STEVE ROGERS. PLEASE RESPOND. OVER.
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and not from steve. ]
... Steve?
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And then she turns from one aisle, and bodily slams into someone. To be fair, she was reading the label on the milk and wasn't paying attention, so her mouth is open to apologise when she looks at who it is.
The scowl that appears is almost comical. ) Oh, you can fuck right off.
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she's undergoing training now, trying to reassert herself in mind, to be better, because whatever she'd done, she'd been at fault for not being stronger against it.
mostly, she keeps to herself, and for a time she's confined to her home, but even she needs to step out to restock the fridge and the cupboards, which is why she finds herself here. though, as luck would have it, as luck always seems to stand on her side, she finds herself briefly colliding with someone, a someone that she knows has no thrill in seeing her even before the swear spills out.
her chest tightens, but she tries to swallow it down, a quiver in her lip. ] Sarissa.
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cw: reference to past domestic/family violence.
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text - literally a text per line. a spam of texts.
and like if that's too heavy given the recent everything
does he-man or skeletor have better fashion sense: discuss
or you can just not reply and ignore this but maybe send me back an emoji so I know to pretend to not see you next time we run into each other
probably not a taco or an eggplant though, I'd just reflex reply with something dumb
or a peach or eggs
actually any food that could resemble a body part is off bounds
did you know you can ramble in text when you're not sure if you've asked something too awkward or uncomfortable?
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mostly because wanda had been convinced she and sarissa had simply settled on safely keeping a distance, considering their last conversation and the incident that played out right before that.
but it isn't as if she wants that distance to remain. it's just ... sooner than she realized. ]
I don't think I've ever met He-man or Skeletor.
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For the other part, I've never tried it, but it could be a possibility.
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Hey. Just checking in. How are you holding up on your end?
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Um — holding. I guess that's the best honest answer I could give. I've definitely been on a baking shortage, that's for sure. [ no cupcakes on this side of town, unfortunately. you'll have to get your desserts elsewhere. ]
And you? Are you alright out there, still camping out?
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She keeps sending texts, hoping she'll get a reply and that the kid is wrong. That'd be real simple though, wouldn't it? each line is a separate text. )
Wanda, please reply.
Even just like, an emoji or something.
Just something so I know that kid on the network is wrong. I just need you to do that, okay?
I'm so sorry, Wanda. I should've moved faster and gotten hold of you, or something. Or chased after you, I don't know. I'm so fucking sorry.
( But that's the way, isn't it? Sarissa lets down the people who matter and she keeps on doing it even when she's gotten extra chances she doesn't deserve. )
you know I was thinking about poppies, and that made me start thinking about you. it's kinda perfect. all red and vibrant, but with all these complicated meanings. the Assyrians thought that poppies gave vitality to the earth, and the Ancient Greeks say that Demeter created poppies to she could get some peace. and I know you torment yourself a whole lot for things that are beyond your control and aren't your fault, so I was really hoping you'd get some kinda peace, you know?
I didn't want peace to be you dying, not for any reason
because that isn't peace, that's just you being hurt
but that isn't why I think poppies fit you. they're all about remembering. honour and memory, and I think our memories and what we go through sculpt us into who we become. and you've dealt with more shit than most people, and learned from it, and I think it's just gone to make you kinder and better than most people. you're honourable and compassionate, and that's what all the things you've seen and done have contributed to, so you don't need to keep tormenting yourself for them.
so just reply and make me look like a total tool for believing what someone said on the network and being so pretentious and full of shit, and then I can get all huffy and you can laugh at me and it'll be all good
please, Wanda
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but in two days time, she sees the set of texts there, all coming from the same sender.
she reads them once. reads them twice. reads them a third time.
and then she cries.
she could blame the sickness on why she doesn’t work up a reply, but she knows even if she had the energy, she’d leave it without a response. not because she takes pleasure in ignoring her, or because she lacks care for every carefully written word; it’s because she knows sarissa thinks better of her than she should.
and she doesn’t want it, wishing for the days in which she compared her to the monsters of this town.
because she can still see every detail of kurt’s tears and she knows the fault lies with her for putting them there. because she’d made the choice to torment his mind, in the same way she’d done to sarissa — and while she can’t always vividly see every detail of their nightmares, she sees every emotion she wrings from them in showing those images.
she won’t reply, because sarissa deserves better than this. and maybe, she might forget about the witch that pulled on her heartstrings and find something better. maybe she can find the natural smile that’d shone brightly beneath the light of the australian sunset in the lucid world of her dreams.
maybe.
but it won’t be with her. and that’s for the best. ]
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text | un: kparker
should be hre bcaue th e drinks are AMaziNG
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totlty winning this cause liek duh i'm me
a Proffesional dr
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btw did i leve my bracelet at home? i swear ihad it on me buti t seems to have disappeareed
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Are you competing at drinking or are you just simply winning at life?
Unfortunately, I'm not in your house to give you any information on your bracelet. And I promise it's not in my room either.
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christmas gift;
AT HER HOUSE
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what can she really do, other than say two words that she doesn't have practice in saying? ]
Please take this as a blanket thank you for coming to my rescue, especially when you don't have to.
This is Katherine. The one that almost got eaten by some ugly creature and the other thing.
[ "the other thing". krampus is better to bond over. that dude needed a few breath mints. ]
And if you make it a habit to save people from ugly things... I'm the one with the best shoes.
[ what's the point in being modest? ]
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instead, it comes with a text that she's all too appreciative to get. ]
Oh, I know. I've had my eyes on them for a while. The real reason I've been saving you is in hopes that I might actually just swipe them right off your feet.
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for the other day 😬
what were you baking?? 💙
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But I was.
I woke as a baker but I usually spend a lot of my time doing it.
It helps relax me.
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i think we've had a rough couple of months and i don't think i've been the best boyfriend
even though i honestly don't know how you would even rate a good boyfriend from a bad boyfriend
like is there a scale? i'm probably pretty low on it
so let me take you out and we can pretend the town hasn't gone completely cult crazy for a couple of hours ok?
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You haven't been a bad boyfriend.
I promise.
You've been good to me. More than I deserve sometimes.
But let's do it. A date. I'll wear my best dress.
I've missed you.
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is it safe to eat though?]
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she's not quite sure what this is supposed to be. the blank username makes it even more suspicious. ]
Is this an advertisement?
[ for pizza? ]
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text; un: bacondonut (misfire)
And that's the part where you're not in it.
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As much as I would love a donut in bed, I'm a practicing vegetarian so I'd have to pass on the bacon.
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Glad to hear it. That means I'll have the house all to myself too.
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