didnt_see_that (didnt_see_that) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-09-27 08:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, pietro maximoff (quicksilver), wanda maximoff (scarlet witch) |
Who: Pietro and Wanda
When: Late September
Where: Their home
What: Dream talk
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Pietro felt very guilty after failing to lock his net post from his sister and having her read about his death in the dreams on there. He’d been doing little things around the house for her to make up for it and today he was trying to make her favourite dinner. But since cooking wasn’t a strong skill he had it wasn’t going too well. He was trying though and he hoped that would mean a lot more than a possibly inedible dinner.
Since seeing Pietro’s Net post, Wanda hadn’t been sleeping well, her Dreams were a jumble and she inevitably woke up with her blankets twisted around her and sprawled across the bed, a sure sign of a restless night. When she had gotten in from class, she had taken a shower and fallen asleep on her bed. Her Dreams plagued her, fear tugged at her, panic rushed through her and then pain. Like her heart had been ripped through her chest and a piece of her soul gone, severed and never to return. She sat bolt upright in bed, screaming with the pain.
The moment Pietro heard Wanda scream he dropped what he was doing and rushed to her room, opening the door and moving to her. Wrapping his arms around her, “It’s okay” he said, “You’re okay, I’m here”
Sobbing into his shoulder, Wanda clutched at Pietro as if to reassure herself that he was real and alive. “You died...you were dead,” she sobbed. “It was the worst thing I’ve ever felt,” she cried.
“I know, I’m sorry” Pietro said, saddened to hear she had felt it but not surprised, they were part of each other after all, “But I am here now and I do not plan on going anywhere” he promised her.
Clinging to her brother, Wanda cried until she couldn’t cry any more. “It was like my heart had been ripped out of my chest, I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t do anything. I’m sorry,” she murmured, exhausted from her crying.
“It’s okay” Pietro held her close and stroked her hair, “It was my choice and I’m sorry it caused you such pain”
“Just promise me,” Wanda forced him to look at her with a hand on the collar of his shirt. “Promise me that you will not do anything so...selfless and...noble here,” she attempted to quirk a little smile as she spoke but underneath it all she was serious.
“I promise. I will not do anything that will take me away from you” Pietro agreed, he had to think of Wanda first. She was the most important person in his world and she needed to be his priority.
“Good,” Wanda mumbled like a disgruntled child. “Because I would have to bring you back to life so I could get my revenge on you,” she told him sullenly.
“Well then that is even more reason to do as I’m told isn’t it” Pietro said with a smile, “Come on, you need to see my attempt at dinner before we order takeaway”
Wanda nodded weakly, rubbing her face dry of any tear. Sighing, she got up from the bed and followed her brother out to the kitchen to see whether he’d made a mess of the kitchen and their dinner.