[ It's somewhat early morning, definitely before 9am, and Wanda's voice is tight with barely contained... Rage? Fear? Tears? Some combination of emotions that are more than a little difficult to keep in check. ]
Logan told me about the fight. [ She keeps trying to tell herself that it wasn't his fault, that he wasn't in control, that it's another of Duplicity's fucked up ways of messing with their lives but it doesn't change the fact that he hurt her brother. ] Please tell me that you are okay, Pietro, or I swear— [ But her voice is shaking too much to finish that thought.
What she doesn't say, but surely he'll decipher from her tone: "Convince me that you are in one piece so that I can resist coming to see you for myself, risking an even worse loss of you than the city has already forced on me." ]
[ the voice is groggy, but very much alive, with the groan more from exhaustion than anything else. mostly, he just doesn't want to move, already tired of everything he's been made to deal with, between logan losing his mind and wanda being separated from him.
he stretches out on his bed, rolling on his back as he squints, pinching tight at his nose. ]
Did you think he would kill me? I'm disappointed you think so little of me that you think I could not take him.
[ The relief she feels is overwhelming, honestly on par with how she felt when she first laid eyes on him. Worry and panic loosen in her chest to the point that she can breathe again, eyes falling shut as she listens to him, not feeling the least bit guilty about waking him up. She tries not to picture any wounds or bruises he might have, that she's not able to soothe for him. ]
I do not think little of you, brate. [ In fact, thoughts of Pietro have been almost all-consuming during this separation, especially during those first two weeks. (Admittedly, now that she is no longer tethered to Quentin, Wanda's thoughts have drifted from him a little more, though rarely for long and never permanently.) ]
[ it's possibly spoken too much like a joke when the idea of that is actually more possible than pietro would ever like to admit. after all, he's been dead before and that fact has been taunting and tormenting them both in silence with his frequent unwillingness to discuss it.
but that's neither here nor there now, seeing as how the bigger issue is in the danger that logan's become. ]
They did something to him. He was not himself and — and I could not get to him.
[ It's a joke that isn't funny, pulling a quietly pained noise from her instead of anything resembling amusement. But there's truth in it as well and she takes comfort in that instead, in the sound of his breathing, the familiar grogginess still lingering in his tone. ]
It is part of his punishment, apparently, a feature in his anklet that activates when another Dominant touches him. [ And logically she knows her anger should be directed towards the city, not Logan, but logic is difficult for her to focus on right now.
He's lucky she wasn't there when it happened, frankly, or he might've gotten worse than going out a window. ]
Do not go near him again until his cuff is removed. [ A beat before she adds, ] Please. [ Which is more than Logan got. ]
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Logan told me about the fight. [ She keeps trying to tell herself that it wasn't his fault, that he wasn't in control, that it's another of Duplicity's fucked up ways of messing with their lives but it doesn't change the fact that he hurt her brother. ] Please tell me that you are okay, Pietro, or I swear— [ But her voice is shaking too much to finish that thought.
What she doesn't say, but surely he'll decipher from her tone: "Convince me that you are in one piece so that I can resist coming to see you for myself, risking an even worse loss of you than the city has already forced on me." ]
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[ the voice is groggy, but very much alive, with the groan more from exhaustion than anything else. mostly, he just doesn't want to move, already tired of everything he's been made to deal with, between logan losing his mind and wanda being separated from him.
he stretches out on his bed, rolling on his back as he squints, pinching tight at his nose. ]
Did you think he would kill me? I'm disappointed you think so little of me that you think I could not take him.
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I do not think little of you, brate. [ In fact, thoughts of Pietro have been almost all-consuming during this separation, especially during those first two weeks. (Admittedly, now that she is no longer tethered to Quentin, Wanda's thoughts have drifted from him a little more, though rarely for long and never permanently.) ]
I worry about you. There is a difference.
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[ it's possibly spoken too much like a joke when the idea of that is actually more possible than pietro would ever like to admit. after all, he's been dead before and that fact has been taunting and tormenting them both in silence with his frequent unwillingness to discuss it.
but that's neither here nor there now, seeing as how the bigger issue is in the danger that logan's become. ]
They did something to him. He was not himself and — and I could not get to him.
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It is part of his punishment, apparently, a feature in his anklet that activates when another Dominant touches him. [ And logically she knows her anger should be directed towards the city, not Logan, but logic is difficult for her to focus on right now.
He's lucky she wasn't there when it happened, frankly, or he might've gotten worse than going out a window. ]
Do not go near him again until his cuff is removed. [ A beat before she adds, ] Please. [ Which is more than Logan got. ]