wanda maximoff (scarlet witch). (scarletcurse) wrote in mutanthaven, @ 2009-04-13 02:40:00 |
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PIETRO: Showers were normally a quick affair for Pietro Maximoff. Obviously. Given his speeds and propensity to use said ability at most every given chance, it only took a few seconds at most. Water on, and then speeding through getting wet, scrubbing down the body, and washing out the hair. Done! There were a few occasions though, when he took his time (or, well, went at normal person speeds instead of his regular setting). Like now, for instance. He was in the bathroom attached to his and Wanda's room, standing under the warm spray of water and getting his hair soaked, the curtain closed only so that the ricochet of the droplets off his body wouldn't hit his sister, who was in the bathroom with him. Sometimes (usually?) when siblings grew up and, say, hit puberty, they stopped being as okay with seeing one another naked. Ick, ew, gross, and so on. Pietro had never gone through that stage with Wanda, and had absolutely no self-consciousness about his twin seeing him sans clothing. So her being in here while he showered? Not a problem. He stuck his head out from behind the curtain, and an arm as well, hand extended. "Soap." He needs it back now, thanks!
WANDA: Not a problem indeed. If anything, Wanda thought her brother was beautiful, and it was occasionally nice to see him in all his...glory. Presumably other people should recognize his obvious charms as well, but if there was a single person in the world who thought her brother was perfect the way he was, it was Wanda herself. She enjoyed moments like this with Pietro, when he'd slow down just for her sake so that they could have a little time to relax together. It was warm in the bathroom with the window closed and the shower on, heat fogging up their mirror and saturated heavily in the air, so Wanda was sitting on the edge of the toilet with the seat down in her underwear and a tank top. The reason why she had the soap in her possession was because she was taking the opportunity to shave her legs. One foot was curled against the edge of the tub, and she leaned forward towards her brother to pass back the bar, along with her blue disposable razor. "Rinse that for me, would you?" He was the one under the spray, after all. "So what do you want to do tonight?" Please say Inferno, Pietro. She'd met a couple of cute guys since going there, and she knew at least one of them would be at the club that night. And let's face it: circumstances aside, it would be really nice to see someone besides her twin brother naked, ever.
PIETRO: He took both, disappearing back into the water for a moment, before his hand reemerged with the razor for her, now cleaned off. What did he want to do tonight? A million things and nothing, did that count? He could come off as impulsive in the extreme, but it was largely because the same impulses and ideas that others had, he simply had so much faster that they came one right after another. What he wanted to do now might change within the hour to something else. If it was something Wanda wanted to do, though, chances were strong that he'd do it anyway, just for her. He shrugged, thinking it over some. He'd been hanging out with Jean-Paul more lately, but a majority of those excursions the speedsters hadn't been discussing with their female halves. Pietro didn't want Wanda annoyed at him, and he was unsure enough about whether he liked JP or disliked him that he wanted to continued to figure it out on his own before bringing someone else into the equation. Naturally, if Wanda was doing the same thing with someone else, then he wouldn't think that was okay, but that was the great thing about being the brother. Double-standards. "I don't know. Anything, I guess." Inferno hadn't really crossed his mind, but he'd never been the constant-clubbing sort. And being around too many people from this place could be irritating. If he'd known she was going to try and hook up there then, obviously, the answer would have been somewhat different. Secrets, children. They do no one any good. He looked back out at her with a grin. "Want to wash my hair for me?" He liked when Wanda did it. Obvious reasons aside, it just felt nicer.
WANDA: Sadly for her, Wanda didn't have anyone besides Pietro to sneak off to private meetings with. Mostly she socialized with the other hotel residents while her brother wasn't around, or went out into the streets to try and make a quick buck reading cards at the pier. She'd didn't really begrudge him his time "alone," though occasionally she had moments when she wanted to go try and find him or message him to come find her; he moved at a different pace from her, so it was only natural that he'd want to expand his horizons as much as he could, in Wanda's reasoning. She just, you know. Liked to hoard her brother when she could. Taking back the razor, she smiled up at him and put it down on the edge of the sink as she stood up. "Sure. C'mere." Give her your head. She snagged the shampoo from the side of the tub herself, squeezing a good amount into her palm before she rubbed it onto her other hand and reached for his pale hair. Her fingers were strong but not forceful, and as soon as she got the sudsy shampoo spread across most of his head, she settled into an easy massage meant to clean down to the roots of his hair while relaxing him at the same time. She didn't do this all that often, but it was nice when he asked her to. It wasn't like this was really for old time's sake; things had always been this way and would probably never change. "I was thinking we should go check out Inferno," she suggested casually as her hands came down to work the shampoo into the short strands at the nape of his neck. "I mean, I heard it's been huge this week because of the Warren stuff and all. We can cut the line." Even if the doorman (or woman) didn't recognize them or care if they were from Paradise, superspeed usually helped them slip by unnoticed when they really wanted to get in somewhere.
PIETRO: Obviously Wanda should make more friends. Except that Pietro might be jealous if she got to be too close with someone else. Just make sure they're a girl, Wanda. He tilted his head for her some, aware of the slowly-changing difference in height between the two of them -- and not liking it too much, thanks. Not that he wanted to be short. Obviously Wanda should just grow into an Amazon. For now though, he could deal with this. He closed his eyes, more out of comfort than because he was worried about it getting into his eyes. He really liked having his hair played with. Not tugged at or touched by someone he wasn't comfortable with (which...cut out most people, sadly), but general touching and petting? You could practically knock him out with it. Which mean that it was a great time to ask him about Inferno, as he would pretty much say yes to anything she was asking right now. "Mm. 'Kay." Sounded fine to him. Drinks there, if nothing else, and he liked when Wanda got to go out and have a good time. It made him happy. He opened his eyes then though and grinned devilishly, reaching out to grab her by the waist and yank her into the shower too, clothes and all. There, now you can get clean too. He blocked some of the water from her though, as he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. "What do you think people are gonna do about all this mutant stuff?" It was weird enough when it was only them, and then a hotel full of them. Now the world at large knew.
WANDA: Wanda was sad about the fact that Pietro had started shooting up so much these days too, but it wasn't completely a loss. He was a good height for resting her chin on his shoulder. Honestly, when they went to sleep at night, their heads on the pillow made up for whatever inches he'd gained on her. She'd will herself to get taller anyway. Victory on the Inferno issue. She knew he'd be malleable once she got her hands into his hair, but that was almost too easy. Of course, he made up for it by catching her completely off-guard and hauling her bodily into the shower with him. OH THANKS PIETRO. When did this become a wet t-shirt contest?! Her half-scream, half-giggling squeal of shock resonated quite nicely in the tiled bathroom, and she splashed water towards her brother in a weak attempt to get even for the unplanned entrance. She made a grab for him when he moved under the spray to rinse the suds from his hair. It's on, brother. Tickling revenge was only necessary. "I don't know," she scoffed as she leaned back, crossing her arms protectively over her now semi-soaked tank top. "Probably riot and try to kill us all because we're evil spawn of Satan? You know, the general reaction people have when we're better than them and they have no idea why." Maybe their foster care experiences had left them just a liiiittle bit jaded about people. Or maybe it was just because they'd always had a little more to hide than most everyone else. Their lives were best lived on the defensive. Still, it was hard to take the conversation seriously when all she wanted to do was giggle more and launch another attack aimed at his ribs.
PIETRO: Well now it sounds like he's on heroin, GOOD JOB. He laughed when she started to scream, shaking his wet hair out at her somewhat so that she'd get splashed back. He tried to slap her hands away from him, although the effort was half-hearted at best. What with his hands, you know, moving at normal speeds. Pietro had been wondering about the reaction of people at large ever since Warren had come out so publicly. The bullheaded, arrogant side of him didn't want to slink to the back while others were having their particular talents shown to the world (god forbid people think that Jean-Paul was the only speedster around, after all), but the other side of him very much did not want to attract unwanted and suspicious attention to himself or his sister. It wasn't like his people had typically been dealt a fair hand by the world, or gotten much more than fear and dislike and sneering if others knew who they were. Telling the country about such a large secret of his just seemed dangerous and wrong. And extremely exposing, which was something that Pietro hated. ..Present exposure in the shower aside. He was quiet for a moment as he thought -- and, with his powers, a literal moment was all that he really needed for it. And then he switched topics. "Are you finished with your legs?" She could always finish them in here, after all.
WANDA: Shooting up like a young sapling! On heroin. It was probably a good thing that Pietro was cutting the tickling short -- as soon as he calmed down, Wanda backed off -- given it was only a matter of time before one of them slipped and cracked their skulls on the tile. She wasn't sure why he'd calmed down, though. What she'd said about the way people were likely to treat them when they found out there was a whole group of mutants spread amongst the masses was serious, but she'd meant it ironically. Not everyone would react like that. Just enough people to make them feel the hatred, Wanda was sure, but there were bound to be a few preaching equality and even more who just thought their powers were cool. She wasn't all that worried. Pietro would protect her from anything wherever they went, and she would do her part in turn to make sure that they didn't attract attention. It wasn't like she'd lit anything serious on fire since arriving at the hotel. With her track record? She'd been doing a fantastic job of keeping her powers under control. Reaching out to grab her brother's face with one hand, she stroked his cheek for a moment with her thumb and smiled at him. "Pietro, don't worry. Everyone here is going to keep our secrets if they know what's good for them, and if anything goes wrong, we'll just take off. We don't have to stick around for the danger." That having been said, she leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss his wet forehead, then turned around to grab her razor from where she'd left it on the edge of the sink. "I still have half a leg left, sorry." Looks like she was going to have to finish shaving in here.
PIETRO: He flashed a grin. "I'm not worried." Which was in general a lie, although for the moment he'd at least decided not to focus on it, so there was that? He didn't trust any of these people to keep his secrets, though. And that was exactly why they knew so few of them, besides the more obvious ones (being a runaway of some kind, having mutant powers, etc). JP knew a little more than most, but still, nothing that Pietro figured he couldn't just deny relatively easily. And taking off was always a very real option. Find out something bad was happening and he and Wanda could be states away by sundown. Handy, that. He smiled some at the kiss, though. Sweet. He stayed with her in the shower for a minute longer before moving out, letting her finish the last of her leg as he got them towels. He rubbed himself dry before wrapping his around his waist, and then held the other one out with both hands, so that she could step out of the shower and into it, where he'd finish wrapping it around her. And hug her some, there, while it was still warm in the bathroom because of the steam. "Love you." He didn't say it as much as people might expect, given both their closeness and...well, their other kind of closeness. Cliche, possibly, but he felt like they were dangerous words. Some of the most revealing that he could say, and not something to be just casually tossed around. But it felt safe in here, right now.
WANDA: She felt a little sad when he left the shower, but it meant there was a little more room for her to stretch out her leg and finish up, so she made quick work of the last calf and pulled off her soaked clothes while she had the chance. She tossed both her shirt and underwear into the sink to hang up later, before slipping out from behind the curtain and quickly burying herself in the towel that Pietro was holding open for her. Staying there, wrapped up his arms, reminded her how much she really needed her brother. He was the other half of her. Some people had to search all of their lives for that. They were just lucky enough to be born with it. Leaning her damp head against his chest, she closed her eyes and listened to the sound of his heart just an inch or two away behind his ribs and muscles, beating as strong and as steadily as anything she'd ever heard. Forget everyone else -- Pietro was the only one she trusted. No one else would understand the depth of their connection and they'd be judged all their lives for it, but she really just didn't care sometimes. Not enough to cross boundaries with him that she wasn't sure about crossing at all yet -- please, let's not go there -- but enough that she'd defend their relationship to the death if necessary. Anyone else who might try to get between them might as well be wearing a bullseye on their back. "Love you," she replied immediately, barely missing a beat despite the way it made her throat tighten to say the words. Overwhelming adoration was hard to wrestle down sometimes. Same with jealousy and possessiveness. Why couldn't Pietro just be hers, all the time, even with everyone else around? Wanda snaked one arm out of the towel embrace to loop around his neck, holding him a little bit more snugly. That was better. "Pick out my dress for tonight?"
PIETRO: He smiled softly, enjoying the moment and closing his eyes for it. But, like with so many things, whatever defensive mechanisms he had going on suddenly clicked into active mode, and he zoomed on to the next thing, not letting himself stay and linger in that one experience too long. If he was always the one leaving, after all, then he would never be the one left. Better to take the good parts and run than wait and possibly watch them fade off into something bad, or nothing at all. So he squeezed her once and then let her go, finishing wrapping her towel snugly around her before leaving the bathroom to go back into their room. "Sure." He headed to her closet but probably already had something in mind. He liked how she looked in black and red.