[ she doesn't go straight to the apartment complex where the remainder of the underground is housed, not wanting to lead anyone from the inner circle who might be trailing her to them. she doesn't want them to be trailed to wanda, either, but if it comes to a fight, she knows her sister can do more with her powers than any of them combined.
she arrives at the apartment, little more than a room with a kitchenette, a bed, and a small bathroom, that's been set up about an hour away from the marcos and the others, and texts that she's safe and will meet them in the morning once she's securely inside of it. once he's responded and she knows he's seen it, she goes for the kitchen and pulls a bottle of something from the cabinet - vodka, by the looks of it, but she's not really concerned with the specifics as long as it's alcohol - along with two glasses. she pours one for herself and one for wanda before quickly downing the contents, inhaling shakily when she remembers to breathe.
she's done it. she's gone. she's left and she doesn't know what happens now, but she knows that her disappearance won't be taken well. she thinks of sage and her eyes well, thinks of dawn and her heart breaks. her hands shake as she refills her glass. ]
[ she'd given her the space, understood that there were certain choices lorna would make that she couldn't always follow. but when they'd separated, she'd known it wouldn't be the last they'd find one another, that even if lorna had chosen to work with the inner circle, she'd find her way back to her — eventually.
still, there was never a shortage of worry, the news always showcasing another attack, on mutants, on humans, the constant war that would never end, a war that wanda could play an enormous part in if she chose to, a war that could succumb to the weight of her own powers if she used them. she doesn't, for obvious reasons, the lack of full control, the destruction that would lay in its wake upon the innocent, her own unsteady heart.
as the days go by and by, she always reconsiders, always weighs her options, if only to be there to protect her sister.
but tonight, there's a shift in the air, felt as soon as she approaches her building, a string of thoughts, a pressure of emotions stronger than the usual that surround her in the hearts of people. she feels her, close by, close, and she rushes inside, charging up the staircase to her floor until she finds her door, bypassing the keys to undo the lock it and open it with a wave of her fingers.
the moment her eyes are on her, her lip quivers, her body gaining shakes as she brings her fingers to her mouth. she steps forward, fast without another beat, wrapping her arms around her shoulders and drawing her in for a tight embrace. ]
[ she wasn't ever sure if wanda totally understood her reasons for aligning with the inner circle, but even if she didn't she thinks that she gets it. they'd had similar reasons for aligning with who had turned out to be the enemy, the most dangerous of their options, and wanda has already paid a much higher price for her mistake than lorna could ever even imagine. she'd had to give her daughter up, had to put her father through losing her twice, but both are still alive and safe. pietro is gone.
she feels more than hears wanda enter the room, sensing the metallics in her jewelry and blood, and spins around to face her, fingers still tight around the glass to keep them from shaking too hard. it's abandoned on the counter as soon as wanda comes toward her and her arms go quick around her, clinging to her like a life preserver as the weight of the past few weeks releases onto her shoulders and she starts to sag towards the floor. ]
[ they'd both had their share of losses, both have had to face the consequences of their decisions in one way or another. with the paths she's taken, wanda hardly knows the right one, whether it be with the underground, or the inner circle — she'd chosen to stay apart from it altogether, afraid of what might become of it, afraid mostly of herself. lorna had been the braver of them, of stepping up for what she believed was right rather than withdrawing into herself as she had done. so much for being a role model of a sister, she'd nothing to show for it.
but if there's anything she can do, it's to be there for lorna if and when everything should fall. where she'd fail to be a sister to pietro through to his final moments, she could stand beside lorna through the most difficult of decisions, to hold her when she feels the weight crushing her from above.
and it seems as though it has when she sinks against her body, her arms curving around her small frame and locking around her waist, holding her tightly to her chest as she dips her nose and lips into her hair, shuffling through it until her mouth kisses the tip of her ear. ] I'm here. [ she whispers with reassurance, holding her steady to keep her from crumbling. ]
[ they're of opposite minds when it comes to who is braver; lorna is always going to see wanda as the braver of the two of them. she'd kept fighting for her family, even when she'd thought there was none of them left. she'd kept going even after feeling their brother die in her head, even after her home and city had been destroyed. and she's still here for lorna after the things she'd done.
she's able to stay standing as wanda's arms lock tight around her, and lorna buries her head in her sister's chest as she reels from the reality of what she's done and what she's managed to do and the possible consequences to come. she sobs near silently for a few moments, letting herself break down in a way she hasn't been able to within the inner circle's walls. ]
[ she'd never felt as alone as she had when she lost pietro, always having had her brother at her side despite the train of losses that had come before. for a time, wanda hadn't been entirely sure how she'd be able to carry on, never knowing or even considering living a life without the weight of her other half at her side. lost and aimless, she'd only known emptiness for the days that followed, a hollow shell that couldn't conjure up a single spell to light the space within her — until she'd found lorna.
she lets the tears soak through her shirt, some of her own threatening to slip through the corners of her eyes, and she tightens her hold of encircled arms.
her kisses are soft, simple peppered things left over green locks of hair as she lets the time slip by for however long that lorna needs it to. there's no need to cast a light on any of her sister's guilt, her own heart still weighed with plenty of her own; all that she can do is remind her that she's loved, that she isn't alone, that she never will be, for as long as they're both still here. ]
Some dipshit kid. I'm debating narcing on him to his parents but if the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, I don't have time to get a whole orchard woke. [ reed ]
[ it doesn't last for long, compared to how long she's been holding on to everything. she's always hated crying and would have preferred not to do this, even in front of her sister, who she knows will always be there for her even if she doesn't agree with her. after a few more moments of indulging in her sister's comfort, she pulls it together, straightening and pulling back, wiping hastily under her eyes and at her cheeks. ]
Sorry to ruin your shirt. [ among other things, like bringing her into this. although if it comes to a fight between reeva and her sister, her money is on wanda. ]
[ at one point, she thought they had the resources necessary to get done what they needed to and were willing to do things that the mutant underground weren't. but now there feels like there's too much she's told not to concern herself with and too many things that go wrong that are brushed under the rug.
ultimately, she's afraid of what might happen if she leaves. not necessarily of what they'll do to her, but of what they'd do to him. and to their daughter. but that's a lot to explain over a text conversation, and this conversation already feels dangerous. ]
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she arrives at the apartment, little more than a room with a kitchenette, a bed, and a small bathroom, that's been set up about an hour away from the marcos and the others, and texts that she's safe and will meet them in the morning once she's securely inside of it. once he's responded and she knows he's seen it, she goes for the kitchen and pulls a bottle of something from the cabinet - vodka, by the looks of it, but she's not really concerned with the specifics as long as it's alcohol - along with two glasses. she pours one for herself and one for wanda before quickly downing the contents, inhaling shakily when she remembers to breathe.
she's done it. she's gone. she's left and she doesn't know what happens now, but she knows that her disappearance won't be taken well. she thinks of sage and her eyes well, thinks of dawn and her heart breaks. her hands shake as she refills her glass. ]
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still, there was never a shortage of worry, the news always showcasing another attack, on mutants, on humans, the constant war that would never end, a war that wanda could play an enormous part in if she chose to, a war that could succumb to the weight of her own powers if she used them. she doesn't, for obvious reasons, the lack of full control, the destruction that would lay in its wake upon the innocent, her own unsteady heart.
as the days go by and by, she always reconsiders, always weighs her options, if only to be there to protect her sister.
but tonight, there's a shift in the air, felt as soon as she approaches her building, a string of thoughts, a pressure of emotions stronger than the usual that surround her in the hearts of people. she feels her, close by, close, and she rushes inside, charging up the staircase to her floor until she finds her door, bypassing the keys to undo the lock it and open it with a wave of her fingers.
the moment her eyes are on her, her lip quivers, her body gaining shakes as she brings her fingers to her mouth. she steps forward, fast without another beat, wrapping her arms around her shoulders and drawing her in for a tight embrace. ]
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she feels more than hears wanda enter the room, sensing the metallics in her jewelry and blood, and spins around to face her, fingers still tight around the glass to keep them from shaking too hard. it's abandoned on the counter as soon as wanda comes toward her and her arms go quick around her, clinging to her like a life preserver as the weight of the past few weeks releases onto her shoulders and she starts to sag towards the floor. ]
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but if there's anything she can do, it's to be there for lorna if and when everything should fall. where she'd fail to be a sister to pietro through to his final moments, she could stand beside lorna through the most difficult of decisions, to hold her when she feels the weight crushing her from above.
and it seems as though it has when she sinks against her body, her arms curving around her small frame and locking around her waist, holding her tightly to her chest as she dips her nose and lips into her hair, shuffling through it until her mouth kisses the tip of her ear. ] I'm here. [ she whispers with reassurance, holding her steady to keep her from crumbling. ]
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she's able to stay standing as wanda's arms lock tight around her, and lorna buries her head in her sister's chest as she reels from the reality of what she's done and what she's managed to do and the possible consequences to come. she sobs near silently for a few moments, letting herself break down in a way she hasn't been able to within the inner circle's walls. ]
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she lets the tears soak through her shirt, some of her own threatening to slip through the corners of her eyes, and she tightens her hold of encircled arms.
her kisses are soft, simple peppered things left over green locks of hair as she lets the time slip by for however long that lorna needs it to. there's no need to cast a light on any of her sister's guilt, her own heart still weighed with plenty of her own; all that she can do is remind her that she's loved, that she isn't alone, that she never will be, for as long as they're both still here. ]
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i passed out i'm sorry
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[ not that it matters, if they didn't really know what they were signing on for. ]
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[ it's one thing to be born with what you can do, it's another to have it forced on you. ]
But if you want a catchier name, 'enhanced' seems fitting. I think I've heard 'powered' too.
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[ not "mutant," the ugly racist diminutive of it ]
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Did you catch who it was this time? [ a private eye's gotta have some kind of surveillance on the property. ]
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Need help getting it off?
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Sorry to ruin your shirt. [ among other things, like bringing her into this. although if it comes to a fight between reeva and her sister, her money is on wanda. ]
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In a jail cell. Where else?
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Which prison?
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[ but she doesn't want to involve the inner circle in this, especially if they did have something to do with it. ]
I would rather do that through you than through them.
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[ once, maybe, but not anymore. ]
If you don't trust them, why are you with them?
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ultimately, she's afraid of what might happen if she leaves. not necessarily of what they'll do to her, but of what they'd do to him. and to their daughter. but that's a lot to explain over a text conversation, and this conversation already feels dangerous. ]
It's complicated.