From Ashes (phoenix_rising) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-11-10 03:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, jean grey (phoenix), wanda maximoff (scarlet witch) |
Who: Jean and Wanda
What: Talking about the Jungle temple
Where: Wanda’s place
When: Early Oct
Rating: Low?
Status: Complete when posted
Wanda hadn’t left her apartment in over a week. After her experience in the Jungle temple, Wanda was worried about going out again. What if her powers got out of control? What if she hurt people? Could she trust herself? Sighing as she poured the hot water for a cup of tea, Wanda lamented another day inside.
Jean had gotten to flex her abilities in a way she hadn’t since before the Phoenix. And even in a way that was completely unlike anything before. No fear of losing control no fear of not being strong enough. She’d just existed. Nothing could be quite so freeing.
But she knew not everyone could feel that, and it took barely a nudge to sense Wanda’s distress. Jean flew right over, and hovered outside the door before knocking.
Wanda looked up at the sound of the knock at her door, replacing the kettle before going to answer it. Hesitating and looking through the peephole, Wanda smiled as she saw Jean on the other side and opened the door. “Uh, hi Jean. Is everything ok?” she asked cautiously.
“I was about to ask you the same thing. May I come in?” Jean leaned in, giving Wanda a hug. She cared a great deal for her friend, even if they had different memories. That was something that would never change.
Wanda returned the surprise hug, indulging in a quick smile at the gesture and then let her friend in. “Would you like tea? Or coffee? Hot chocolate?” she offered, moving back into the kitchen. The house was in pristine condition, everything tidied up and squared away and not a dirty piece of crockery in sight. Well, Wanda had spent a lot of time indoors over the last few days, what better way to spend it than reading and cleaning.
“Tea sounds lovely.” Jean followed her inside, taking in the house. It was almost too neat, and she recognized the signs of stress cleaning. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t done the same this past year too.
“Wanda, are you okay?”
“Hmm? Oh yes, fine, just…” Wanda looked over her shoulder from where she’d been making tea at the front room which had been tidied to within an inch of its life. “Just keeping busy after the chaos of last month really,” she gave a little nervous smile before returning to making up another cup for Jean. She was trying to be nonchalant for her guest, still not entirely used to having people around her who cared for her well-being.
Jean offered a smile, leaning her hip against the edge of a table. “I don’t need to be a telepath to know there’s more to it, but I’m not going to press either. Just… I can listen if that’s all you need.”
Wanda went to reply, mouth agape, before realising that Jean saw through her facade. Sighing, she gave Jean a little smile before returning to making the tea. “It’s...that obvious then?” she asked.
“You disappeared,” Jean pointed out. “I admit I picked up your distress when I decided to check on you.” She reached over, taking Wanda’s hand and squeezing it.
“Lets sit, drink some tea, and talk.”
Wanda bit her lip and looked at Jean’s hand in her own before glancing up at the woman’s face and nodding once. “Ok,” she told her friend quietly, returning to finish off the tea. Bringing the cups into her front room and placing them on the low coffee table, Wanda sat on the couch and pulled her feet up under her. “I...Are you ever worried? That your powers...that you don't control them enough?” she asked quietly, running her fingers through her hair to push her bangs back from her face.
“Sometimes. I think that’s natural for anyone with the level of power we possess. And I’ve lost control before.” Jean sat next to Wanda, the heat of the cups not really bothering her hand. “But we’re still here. I’m still here. We have to accept that there will always be some form of risk. And that vigilance with our powers is the only way to keep in control.”
“But what if...what if someone gets hurt because I cannot control it. If it...gets away from me and people die,” Wanda wondered aloud. “What did you do when...when it happened to you?” she asked her friend quietly.
“That can happen.” Jean looked down into her mug. “This power can control us, too. Drive us crazy. If that happens,we have to accept responsibility, but we also have to accept that it’s not our fault. But that’s why we need to train, so that we can reduce the risk.”
If there was ever any fault to be had, it was in not doing enough to keep herself in check. At least that was Jean’s belief.
Wanda nodded as she listened to her friend’s advice. “So, more training then?” she gave a little smile to her friend, still not confident in her ability to leave the house and not hurt anyone by accident.
“Always training. We’ll be old and grey and stooped over and still training. But I’ll bet we’ll have amazing control by then.” As long as she believed it, then it would be so. “We’ll be burned. That's the nature of our existence. It’s what happens after where it counts.”
Sighing and taking a quick sip of her tea, Wanda smiled at her friend. “I like that idea. Being old and grey and still training together,” she told her. “So I guess I should increase how often I come to the facility?” she asked.
“I think that would be best.” Jean took a sip as well, then quickly added. “And I mean that for both of us. People aren’t meant to handle this kind of power alone. Stronger together and all of that.”
After a short deliberation, she smiled at Jean and nodded. “Ok, I’ll come to the facility,” her voice quiet before she licked her lips. “When can we start?” she asked.
“Does tomorrow sound good?” Jean asked. “The sooner the better.”
Wanda took a deep breath before nodding with a nervous smile. She would trust Jean. Trust that they could work to conquer her fears and control her powers.