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[hydric]

[The control Wanda thinks she's exhibiting is slowly starting to fray at the seams. It's not due to the power it's taking; there's so much going on in the background that she's unaware of, but she's realizing the more she pokes, the more things seem to come undone, and it doesn't matter how much of this bubble she's put up-- to protect herself, to protect her sanity, to give herself some semblance of sanity, the pressure it's under is enormous.

And it's starting to effect her. If she thinks too hard, she remembers the grief. Maybe it was merely mentioning Pietro and Ultron that allowed her to bring him back-- somewhat unconsciously. Not even she's fully aware of what her powers are not only doing but capable of doing. She's been using them to seclude her off, to do what she needs, but not even she has seemed to breech their limits (something someone else has clearly been made aware of).

Wanda tells herself she just needs the day. It will all just come together. It will go back to the way it was. She can do that. She can make that happen. But even she's noticed the glitches. And she's tired. She's so tired. There's so much that weighs on her heart that she refuses to acknowledge that it's nearly bursting out of her.

Curled in the mountain of blankets, she doesn't even hear him come in. Maybe its some fever dream, a want that's been calling out for years. The touch barely stirs her. It should, but it's soft and warm. There's a love there she's aware of, and while it startles her enough to turn over slightly. At first the face doesn't register. It can't. But then all of this has been created on can'ts, impossibilities that shouldn't exist. But Wanda has wished it into being. And here he is. Somehow in the flesh. There's confusion in her eyes, but it gives way to an unsure happiness as her hand reaches up to touch his face.]

Pietro? [This must be a dream.]

[turbos]

[ as she stirs awake, turning to face him and giving him the soft sound of his name from her lips, he manages a soft smile, relieved to hear the one thing that makes him feel more alive than anything else. though the world appears different, being in this strange place, and she looks slightly different from how he'd left her, her voice remains the same, calming any sense of discomfort he might have felt in waking up here. ]

It's me, sestra. [ he whispers, paired with a sokovian tongue. lifting his hand to hers, gentle as he takes her wrist, he tilts his head, sliding his lips to her palm to offer gentle kisses to her lifelines, soft and tender. ]

I am here.

[ there's plenty of questions to ask, of what's going on, of why they're even here in the first place, but he resorts to sinking himself in the familiarities first, leaning down to press his lips to her cheek, giving her skin the warmth of his mouth so she can feel him here with her. ]

[hydric]

[She is still not entirely unconvinced that this isn't some sort of dream. But then if it is an illusions, shouldn't she know she is creating it? Has she truly lost her mind? But then he's tenderly placing gentle kisses over her palm and then to her cheek. And there is no doubt that what she is feeling is real.

A hand wraps around his wrist, brows raised. She doesn't know how. But is she ready to ask those questions? She's already pulled at the strings of the world she's created in Westview, and look how that is turning out now. Her smile falters for a moment.]

You can't be-- [But he is. She can feel him in her hands, when she leans her head against him. She can feel that void in her own consciousness that was ripped from her when he was killed. The 'how' of all this suddenly feels less important if once again this place can truly give her the family, in all its forms, that she's wanted.]