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Scarlet Witch (scarlet_witch) wrote in x_aftermath_x,
@ 2008-11-02 19:35:00

Entry tags:

quicksilver, scarlet witch

Who: Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver.
When: January 9, 2010; (Midnight-ish)
Where: Brotherhood Lair. (I know this hasn't been decided upon yet, but I promise to keep their whereabouts as vague as possible.)
What: Wanda's worried about Pietro's way of grieving and decides to confront him about it.
Status: Complete. (Matt: If you think we should keep going, I'll re-open it.)
Rating: PG-13 for drunkenness and father!hate.

Pietro had always been a bit of drinker, but he usually restricted it to social occasions. Alcohol tended to dull his mutation, so he tried not to do it too often, lest their enemies caught them unawares. But since Magneto (their father) had died, he had been hitting it rather hard and this worried the Scarlet Witch. She had been rather hesitant to confront him about his binge drinking, being that she didn't want him to start pushing her away (which was something he was already starting to do - to some extent, anyhow). However, she couldn't just sit idly by and allow this to continue. Her brother was heading down a very dangerous path and she wanted to save him from self-destructing; and losing another family member was not an option, especially when she perfectly capable of stopping it.

A little past midnight, Wanda quietly exited her room and crossed the hall to her brother's door. Her right hand balled into a lose fist and she gently tapped against it. When no answer came, Wanda took the initiative and opened to door (just a crack), and peeked inside. The room was blackened and (apparently) vacant as far as she could tell. For a moment, Wanda thought she should probably wait until morning to say anything to him. But if she kept putting it off, she'd never strike up enough courage to go through with the confrontation.

Pushing the door wider now, she entered her twin brother's room (they all had their own rooms now that the Brotherhood's numbers had dwindled considerably) completely and turned to flip on the switch. The light immediately clicked on, illuminating the room, albeit it dimly. She figured the wattage was lower than what was required, but it would at least help her get over to his bed without tripping on a stray shoe or whatever object might've been lurking on the floor. Once she had taken a seat on Pietro's rumble-sheeted bed, she began pondering how she should tackle this particular dilemma; something she wished to accomplish without starting World War III. Though as close as the pair undoubtedly were, even she doubted her ability to help her impetuous sibling with his problem.

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son_of_m
2008-11-02 08:16 pm UTC (link)

Pietro rubbed his hands over his eyes again as the doors to the Bar clanked shut and locked just behind him. Hmm. Closed already. Despite the frosty air and small pelts of snow falling down from the New York skyline, the son of M could feel the sweat beads dripping all over his fore head. He stumbled towards an empty bench at a mere nine hundred miles per hour. He glanced once groggily at the advertisement on the back of the bench, then gave up on reading and took a seat. It was a cold night, but despite it all New York lived on. A living testament that nothing could broke this American city's spirit. Not Vampires, Militant Humans, or his father. "Mag..neto." He breathed aloud in the chill. Was he really gone? Despite the drinks or maybe because or them, Pietro felt himself frowning. He hated himself and his father. Hated Magneto, and..felt moved by him. OR maybe, did he love him? Hell, how could he ever know now? His father was gone. Forever. Pietro heard the sigh escape his lips before he felt it. It was late. Maybe he should go home.

Idly, Pietro walked. It was hard walking across an entire state while intoxicated. IF the humans had the senses acute enough to match mach 2, they might have nailed him with a ticket. Which would have seemed rather silly to the Maximoff boy, if he didn't feel vaguely like spilling his innards while moving at that speed. But eventually he did make it home. Or what seemed like home. It was difficult to tell with one's head spinning. Maybe that was what drew him to the drinks. The feeling of being normal for once? He certainly wasn't keen on the idea of his mutation with the threat of motion sickness lingering in the air. Alcohol was the closest thing Quicksilver had to living life as a normal mutant. A normal mutant like Wanda.

Despite mentally attempting to ground himself, and gear up for entering the hideout quietly, Pietro still managed to drunkenly announce his presence loudly. It was not his fault! Do you realize how hard it is to walk three hundred and sixty eight miles per hour when every step feels like your legs are made of jelly? A loud crash of glass blared him to the house like silver trumpets in the air. How appropriate for a son of Magneto the great, thoughtt Quickie bitterly. Looks like he busted a chandelier. No doubt he catch hell for that later. God, maybe he could make it to his room without waking up Wanda. Although, he wouldn't have minded loudly waking up Mystique. He delighted in making that wretched wench turn further blue then pigmentation allowed. Stumbling violently to his door, he was about to at last walk in and pass out, when to his surprise and dismay the door was already opened. "He-Hello?" He inquired once. And allowed his question to float in the air for a moment. Who had been in here exactly? IF Toad was trying to steal his cologne again! He'd wrap that frog around by it's slimy tongue!

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scarlet_witch
2008-11-02 08:56 pm UTC (link)

CRASH! Wanda's brows furrowed at the sound of the shattering glass. She knew at once that it had to be Pietro, as she knew everyone else within the vicinity was either sleeping or out - or, in her case, waiting patiently for a certain someone to come home. She lowered her bare feet back onto the cold floor (which promptly sent a shiver up her spine) and she moved to stand up again. Moments later, she spotted Pietro's silhouette in the door frame and a frowned tugged at the corner of her lips. Apparently being intoxicated caused blindness. "It is just me, Pietro," she announced. She would've asked where he had been, but she already knew the answer to that question.

"We need to talk," Wanda told him, keeping her voice even and polite. She really wanted to knock some sense into that silver-haired head of his, but this was going to require a more delicate touch.

Magneto's death had touched them all, albeit it different ways. Wanda had been in denial for a while there (and so was Mystique, even if the blue harpy wouldn't admit to it), but she was starting to come to terms with her loss. However the disappearance of her would-be lover/boyfriend Thorn still seemed to be weighing heavily in her mind.

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son_of_m
2008-11-02 09:18 pm UTC (link)

Wanda's twin leaned back when she announced her presence formally. Pietro's face strained as he zoomed his eyes in on her feminine form. Ah there she was. Standing defaintly within his room. She always beamed in the light, but in the darkness she could be as black as the witch most of Romania had thought of her. "Oh. Hello Dear." he started as he haltingly took a step, then another. His body shifted and jumbled each time he moved. Blue-gray eyes closed for each step. His head felt like a volcano about to explode, but he tried concealing that for now.

Once he was solidly in the room, he gave her a wave to sit down. He didn't know just yet the nature of her mood or the occasion of her visit. Then he heard a second sentience soaked with a second vocal tone. Pietro leaned against the side of his bed for support while still standing. His breath smelled strongly of what she no doubt already suspected he had been dabbling in all evening. Maximoff raised his chin up and let his head hang back. After she finished talking, He sniffed in oxygen then released it all in a sigh. Head titled slightly counter clock wise, so that those eyes could meet her own. Those Blue-gray eyes an eternal reminder of a father they would never know. "You mean you need to talk, right?" Even intoxicated he adept at reading his twin. He smiled openly and broadly. Maybe she would smile back?

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scarlet_witch
2008-11-03 10:27 am UTC (link)

As instructed, Wanda took a seat on the edge of Pietro's bed and crossed her legs. Whenever she did this, she usually meant business. And what she had to say to her twin brother was of the most sensitive nature and she knew it probably wasn't going to be taken well. In fact, she was already anticipating a blowout and wouldn't be at all surprised if the speedster made an exodus after it was all said and done. She didn't wish to upset him, but she didn't want to watch him drink himself into an early grave either.

"It's about your habitual drinking," she said, looking and sounding as somber as a tomb. She had wanted smile, but she just couldn't reciprocate it right now. "It is not healthy." Obviously it wasn't, and even Quicksilver knew that. At least, she had hoped he had. "I realize you are using it as a vice, a means to get over what happened to Magneto, but," Wanda paused for a moment, "there are other ways to grieve." Healthier ways. "I hate seeing you like this...." she continued, her voice breaking slightly.

Tears had already filled her eyes and were beginning to trickle down her cheeks. "I don't want to lose you, too." The Scarlet Witch knew that her sanity was hanging on by a thread, and if she lost him... she'd surely slipped into madness.

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son_of_m
2008-11-03 04:39 pm UTC (link)

Quietly, Pietro leaned against the side of his bed. His eyes as glazed over as they were, made an intense effort at following his sister as she took a seat. As she moved into the down to business stance, Maximoff subconsciously raised his right hand towards his mouth. He began chewing lightly on the knuckles of his skin. A boyhood habit. He usually performed it around her when in distress. He couldn't help it. For the large part of it, Wanda was his world. Romanians bond meticulously with family, and as they only had each other, their bond grew stronger still. That was why in moments like these, her words could kill him. And she knew it. His eyes showered her with a mixture of hope and grievance. Hope that she would see in him a silent plea for her to halt, and grievance for the pain these fights caused him. He always did that as a prelude to their rare arguments.

"What of it?", he asked, refusing to deny nor hide his recent life style. Pietro was a proud man. He took pride in many things, and would never lie- especially not to Wanda. "Uh huh.", He followed her pattern. Seeing already in her eyes a place she could be heading with this. His mind buzzed off into the superhuman motion his mutation granted. He raced through all the possibilities her argument could conclude in, none of which seemed hopeful. This was all done in the thousandth of a second. She had a surprisingly quick way of sobering him up. He flinched when she openly mentioned him using his past nightly outings as a vice. Despite a certain truth in her words this attack stung bitterly. Then at the mention of their dearly departed, he felt himself claming up. Silver haired brows dropped into a slight frown. Pietro could not deny the hole Magneto's death had caused between them. He felt a rift, or if you will, a wall growing. He could clearly see her and she could see him- but they were apart at times. He just couldn't bring himself back.

"Grieving?" He asked, feeling his eyes suddenly gazing away to look his bedroom window. Was he grieving? He liked to think of it as more of an escape than of grief. Like how he suddenly wanted to escape from here very badly. In fact he could already feel the muscles in his legs twitching. A chance glance back at Wanda struck him harder than any blow he'd ever received from the X-men or the gypsies. Slowly the silver haired heir of Magnus slid on his bed, and placed his head into his hands. Wanda was crying.

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scarlet_witch
2008-11-03 05:37 pm UTC (link)

Even if Pietro wouldn't admit to it, he was grieving; mourning the loss of their biological father.

Two years ago, if someone said they'd be falling apart over a man who had hardly been involved of their lives, she would've thought them a fool. Magneto wasn't the easiest man to get along with. He wasn't warm or very personable - he could pretend to be, but underneath it all, he wasn't. He was cruel and calculating, and an elitist. He had more or less viewed his children as trophies to parade around whenever it suited his purposes. Despite everything he had done, Wanda had hoped they could've cultivated a better relationship with him.

All Wanda wanted was to have a family; a real family that was tight-knit and loving towards each other. But that seemed nothing more than a pipe dream to her now.

"Pietro," she said, turning slightly to look at him. She didn't want him to feel bad for her, but she did want him to see how much his reckless behavior effecting her. "Please tell me you will stop this." Or at least try to make a valiant effort to do so.

Wanda reached for one of his hands and grasped it gently, pulling it onto her lap. She loved her brother so much and she just hated seeing him so miserable. It was like her heart was being ripped from her chest.

The tears had stopped flowing, but she sniffled slightly. "I love you; you know that, right?" She had felt the distance between them growing, but her feelings would never change.

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son_of_m
2008-11-03 06:56 pm UTC (link)

He shifted at the start of his own name. The feeling of her eyes on him brought out all the worst of his emotions from within his mind. Was his father really gone? At the beginning he had half expected him to suddenly appear, walking out from a concealed wall. As if it had all been a clever test of their faith all along. That was the sort of man he was. Cruel, cold, intelligent, and conniving.

"I just..." He started to begin, before stopping himself at the touch. He could feel her warm grip as she held him for comfort. He wasn't sure for whose comfort the gesture was meant for, but regardless he took for her own. No, he couldn't burden Wanda. He was all the family she had. He was her only brother. He was her Pietro. No, he had to be strong. For Wanda.

He gripped her hand back with renewed strength. Head lifted as he smiled at his dear sister. As if nothing in world was wrong. He would not fail her.

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