[ when she hears the footsteps, she turns, gathering from the familiar face from the video that this is her dinner guest tonight. the shirt gives him away too, enough that she hates the way it coaxes the tiniest hint of a smile from her.
and yet — if only things that were invisible to most could remain invisible to her. it's such a jarring shift when he steps further inside that it's impossible to miss, especially when she had let herself fall into the quiet peace of simply stirring the chicken in the pot, letting the motions relax her. it's subtle but it moves like a stirring cloud, a darkened storm, one so very clearly winded around him.
there's something off about him, a mismatch to his smile.
she tries to let her power dive deeper, to pull out a clearer picture of the unsettling blur that's sitting at the surface, but she feels a strain in the effort, a sign that her magic isn't quite at the same strength since she's been on this station. still, there's every reason to feel caution. agatha herself was all smiles, before she'd pulled the knife of her tricks. wanda can't let her guard down so easily again.
if this man is dangerous, then — well, the scarlet witch is even more so.
diving in deeper would require him lowering his own barriers, so there's no reason to halt what they've already agreed on. the chicken paprikash can continue and she'll just have to unravel those threads on her own. any pause she'd given to focus on her magic, she plays off as having let her eyes closely study his appearance, hand on her hip like she's looking him over with a thoughtful hum. ]
Tidied up like you're meeting a queen. Didn't hold back, did you? [ she puts the lid over the pot, letting it heat over the stove as she takes a step back, holding out her arm to the small pile of dishes on the counter, some she'd already made use of to do her prep work. ] The queue is already waiting for you. Did you forget my cardboard?
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and yet — if only things that were invisible to most could remain invisible to her. it's such a jarring shift when he steps further inside that it's impossible to miss, especially when she had let herself fall into the quiet peace of simply stirring the chicken in the pot, letting the motions relax her. it's subtle but it moves like a stirring cloud, a darkened storm, one so very clearly winded around him.
there's something off about him, a mismatch to his smile.
she tries to let her power dive deeper, to pull out a clearer picture of the unsettling blur that's sitting at the surface, but she feels a strain in the effort, a sign that her magic isn't quite at the same strength since she's been on this station. still, there's every reason to feel caution. agatha herself was all smiles, before she'd pulled the knife of her tricks. wanda can't let her guard down so easily again.
if this man is dangerous, then — well, the scarlet witch is even more so.
diving in deeper would require him lowering his own barriers, so there's no reason to halt what they've already agreed on. the chicken paprikash can continue and she'll just have to unravel those threads on her own. any pause she'd given to focus on her magic, she plays off as having let her eyes closely study his appearance, hand on her hip like she's looking him over with a thoughtful hum. ]
Tidied up like you're meeting a queen. Didn't hold back, did you? [ she puts the lid over the pot, letting it heat over the stove as she takes a step back, holding out her arm to the small pile of dishes on the counter, some she'd already made use of to do her prep work. ] The queue is already waiting for you. Did you forget my cardboard?