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𝙢𝙠, magical girl batman. ([personal profile] vestments) wrote2025-06-06 11:30 am

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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-06-28 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
( he had mentioned something like it. about his father sounding like the way she talks, likely from somewhere in central or eastern europe; there's a pause at the familiarity, then, of something that had belonged to her family but had been robbed, amidst the bombs and deaths and being made an orphan. it is hard to believe in a benevolent god when, at the age of ten, she lost everything but her life, and just barely. it was easier to put her faith in the teachers and nurses at the orphanage, at the scary soldiers from sokovia's militia who promised to liberate their country. )

Oh.

( is all she manages to say, placing the container down on the counter again. the water in the kettle bubbles, but doesn't boil, yet.

strange, really, to find another similarity with marc or spector or mr knight, or however he wants to go by— wanda nods at his muffled gratitude, waiting for him to taste the krofne proper, give her his verdict about it. )


My brother, Pietro— ( a heavy pause, before she bolsters forward, ) he also preferred the ones with jelly.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-06-29 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
( the lingering stare catches her a little off-guard, but theres nothing she can quite pick up on before he's moving around to grab for a paper napkin. she glances at him, almost expecting him to say something more, hands close together on the counter as her shoulders hunch in expectation—

then there's the kettle clicking, and wanda's attention is stolen away towards it. she starts by placing a tea bag in each cup, then filling them up with water from the kettle, and waits in the awkward silence... until he says something. )


I told you ( she repeats now, ) the base flavor of the krofne was made with the tea's flavor in mind. They're going to compliment each other.

( you'll see!

she turns her attention towards the table, then moves the tea cups there, then looks back up at the plants opposite. )


Where did you get those plants?

( she wants to get some now... )
Edited 2025-06-29 14:21 (UTC)
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-07-09 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
( maybe marc's coffee will work just as well in tandem with the krofne, but, in the same vein of stubbornness, wanda is trying to prove a point here with the idea of teatime. of the fact that it is a shared experience, a moment of coming together, enjoying the company, and leaving with a feeling of warm connection after the fact.

maybe she's also chasing ghosts, and marc is now forced to be part of this chase just because he was willing to ply to the idea of tea. )


I have.

( wanda fixes the cups further still, filling them up with the hot water, and tapping at the seconds with a finger on the counter. she doesn't need to pay a lot of attention to it, though, glancing instead at him. )

I know they're mostly overgrown, but I didn't think the soil would be good to use in a pot. ( she isn't a plant expert, obviously. in any case, ) You didn't seem the type.

( to have a green thumb. not that she knows him well enough!

picking up the cups, wanda maneuvers her way over to the small table in the room to start setting down the elements for tea. she'll bring the krofne shortly after, busying herself with the small elements of this. )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-07-10 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
( there probably is a metaphor there, and the thought crosses wanda's mind, too, especially because of the way he said that. perhaps it's a metaphor for their acquaintanceship, for how it was formed through a few brittle exchanges, and yet here they are, sharing together.

she brings the krofne over, finding a plate in one of his cupboards to set them nicely on. just in time to see him turn the cup around. )


I want them for that.

( to make the space more inviting. there is so little personality in these motel rooms, even if wanda feels attached to her own space.

finally setting down the plate and sitting herself down where the other cup of tea is, wanda motions at him to join her with a hand. )


It's weirdly similar to Earth, though, right? ( the busy city, the cars, all these small tokens that fill their day-to-day lives. ) The concept of motels seem very specific to me.