So many cracks in my sidewalk [complete]
Character(s): Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff (eventually silly British timezones) and anyone else.
Content: HO SNAP, dazed and maybe confused.
Setting: The Queen's Wineskin
Time: Sunday, evening :p
Warnings: Nope.
It was alright. Wanda repeated the phrase to herself, just once. She had never been a tentative woman, but recent events had forced her to move with caution. She had told Pietro that she was going to go for a walk, and told him she would be okay. The brief trip from the ship, which seemed to be slowly gathering people, to the tavern seemed longer than it should have been. Perhaps she had stopped on the way, or gotten distracted, but she couldn't exactly remember. There was something terrifying about that.
The evening was colder than she'd predicted, and Wanda immediately regretted not having her cloak with her. Instead she had a green dress with full blutterfly sleeves. It laced in the back, and while not revealing was not the warmest of things. Wanda shivered, but not entirely from the cold. There was a persistent nagging of ... something she couldn't quite place her finger on. She quickened her step, and found herself inside the Queen's Wineskin. A blink, and she leaned against the wall briefly. She didn't remember opening the door, and hoped that she had.
"...enough, Wanda."
With that bolstering she peeled herself off the wall and headed for a corner to find a seat. Pietro would be coming eventually. Easing herself down on a chair, she contented herself with gazing out at the other patrons. And if her eyes unfocused, well.. that was her business, not theirs.
Content: HO SNAP, dazed and maybe confused.
Setting: The Queen's Wineskin
Time: Sunday, evening :p
Warnings: Nope.
It was alright. Wanda repeated the phrase to herself, just once. She had never been a tentative woman, but recent events had forced her to move with caution. She had told Pietro that she was going to go for a walk, and told him she would be okay. The brief trip from the ship, which seemed to be slowly gathering people, to the tavern seemed longer than it should have been. Perhaps she had stopped on the way, or gotten distracted, but she couldn't exactly remember. There was something terrifying about that.
The evening was colder than she'd predicted, and Wanda immediately regretted not having her cloak with her. Instead she had a green dress with full blutterfly sleeves. It laced in the back, and while not revealing was not the warmest of things. Wanda shivered, but not entirely from the cold. There was a persistent nagging of ... something she couldn't quite place her finger on. She quickened her step, and found herself inside the Queen's Wineskin. A blink, and she leaned against the wall briefly. She didn't remember opening the door, and hoped that she had.
"...enough, Wanda."
With that bolstering she peeled herself off the wall and headed for a corner to find a seat. Pietro would be coming eventually. Easing herself down on a chair, she contented herself with gazing out at the other patrons. And if her eyes unfocused, well.. that was her business, not theirs.