..Landa... :3
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So I stepped outside today, and it was like ANOTHER DIMENSION. There were Christmas trees and big red bows everywhere. ....I am lulling you all into a false sense of security. Because I wrote some slightly cutesy/slightly angsty stuff. And I am sharing!! I actually like it quite a bit for some reason. :P Sooooo I guess I hope you like it too!! :)
Um, did I mention that it was Landa? As in, Lance and Wanda? :B So, uh... you are warned, I guess. :)
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The mug smashed into the wall with such force that the wall was left smudged from impact, and shards of ceramic flew in every direction. Wanda turned from the open cabinet and glared at Lance irritably.
“You are damn lucky that didn’t hit me,” she told him coldly.
His top lip curled. “Whatever.”
Wanda planted her fists on her hips. “You know, I still have time to kick your ass before I go.”
“Go?” Lance repeated, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Where’re you going?”
“I’m going to go find my father,” she declared. “And I’m going to make him pay for what he did to me.”
“Great,” he said bitterly. “You too, huh? Now it’ll be just me, Freddy, and Todd. I wonder who will leave next.”
“They won’t leave,” Wanda assured him, walking around the table and stopping in front of him. “They aren’t like that. Pietro is a traitor, Lance. Betrayal is his thing. He never keeps his word, and he only cares about himself. The best thing you can do is forget about him.”
“Like I haven’t heard Freddy and Todd say that a million times,” Lance said bitterly.
“Well, what else can you do?” Wanda gestured outward with her two hands. “Moping around about it isn’t going to make him come back. Being moody and breaking what little crap we have in this house isn’t going to do it either, so figure something else out.” She paused. “You need to learn to be stronger and get over it.”
“I can’t believe you’re telling me that.” He rolled his eyes.
She shifted her weight to one leg, annoyed. “Our situations are completely different. Don’t even start with me.” Furrowing her brows, she drummed her fingers on the kitchen table. “Now listen to me. I know it’s probably rough for you or whatever right now, but the way to feel better is to just not think about it. Go do something else. Go play your stupid guitar or something.” She paused. “That is, until you can get your revenge. Till then, just wait it out.”
Lance frowned down at his hands, as though slowly mulling over what she had said.
“So,” Wanda said authoritatively. “I’m going to leave now. You are going to go play your guitar and not think about any of this. Got it?”
He shrugged noncommittally, eyes still down at his hands. “I guess.”
Determined to be obeyed, she huffed, putting her hands to her hips again. “Look at me, and tell me, ‘I’m going to go play my guitar.’”
“I’m going to go play my guitar,” Lance mumbled reluctantly, glancing over to the side, away from his hands, away from her.
“I said, 'Look at me.'”
“Hnn.”
Exasperated, Wanda reached out and roughly grasped the sides of his face with her two hands, forcefully tugging his gaze upward. His eyes widened, and she forced herself to keep eye contact with him, even if it was causing tiny tremors of anxiety in the pit of her stomach.
“Now, tell me,” Wanda said quietly, breaking the unexpected silence that had overcome the room; her hands remained right in place on his cheeks. She hurriedly broke the eye contact and slowly began to examine his face, a good distraction from keeping such painful eye contact.
She watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “I’m-I’m going to go play my guitar,” Lance told her, voice full of hesitation.
“Good,” she said, with a tiny nod. She dropped her hands on his shoulders for one moment before planting them back to their rightful place, on her hips. “You do that. And I; I should be going.”
“Right,” he nodded as well, looking the slightest bit embarrassed as she started to head toward the exit. “Uhh, bye… I guess.”
Wanda waved her hand back at him as she left, and the front door slammed loudly behind her. Lance remained seated at the table for a long moment. He sighed to himself, and then rose to his feet to go retrieve his guitar.
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This is like over 600 words. XD Extreme drabble? :D
Editing might be a little funky; maybe I'll come back to it. :B
Juuuuuuump for my love!! :3
~Valoofle
So I stepped outside today, and it was like ANOTHER DIMENSION. There were Christmas trees and big red bows everywhere. ....I am lulling you all into a false sense of security. Because I wrote some slightly cutesy/slightly angsty stuff. And I am sharing!! I actually like it quite a bit for some reason. :P Sooooo I guess I hope you like it too!! :)
Um, did I mention that it was Landa? As in, Lance and Wanda? :B So, uh... you are warned, I guess. :)
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The mug smashed into the wall with such force that the wall was left smudged from impact, and shards of ceramic flew in every direction. Wanda turned from the open cabinet and glared at Lance irritably.
“You are damn lucky that didn’t hit me,” she told him coldly.
His top lip curled. “Whatever.”
Wanda planted her fists on her hips. “You know, I still have time to kick your ass before I go.”
“Go?” Lance repeated, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Where’re you going?”
“I’m going to go find my father,” she declared. “And I’m going to make him pay for what he did to me.”
“Great,” he said bitterly. “You too, huh? Now it’ll be just me, Freddy, and Todd. I wonder who will leave next.”
“They won’t leave,” Wanda assured him, walking around the table and stopping in front of him. “They aren’t like that. Pietro is a traitor, Lance. Betrayal is his thing. He never keeps his word, and he only cares about himself. The best thing you can do is forget about him.”
“Like I haven’t heard Freddy and Todd say that a million times,” Lance said bitterly.
“Well, what else can you do?” Wanda gestured outward with her two hands. “Moping around about it isn’t going to make him come back. Being moody and breaking what little crap we have in this house isn’t going to do it either, so figure something else out.” She paused. “You need to learn to be stronger and get over it.”
“I can’t believe you’re telling me that.” He rolled his eyes.
She shifted her weight to one leg, annoyed. “Our situations are completely different. Don’t even start with me.” Furrowing her brows, she drummed her fingers on the kitchen table. “Now listen to me. I know it’s probably rough for you or whatever right now, but the way to feel better is to just not think about it. Go do something else. Go play your stupid guitar or something.” She paused. “That is, until you can get your revenge. Till then, just wait it out.”
Lance frowned down at his hands, as though slowly mulling over what she had said.
“So,” Wanda said authoritatively. “I’m going to leave now. You are going to go play your guitar and not think about any of this. Got it?”
He shrugged noncommittally, eyes still down at his hands. “I guess.”
Determined to be obeyed, she huffed, putting her hands to her hips again. “Look at me, and tell me, ‘I’m going to go play my guitar.’”
“I’m going to go play my guitar,” Lance mumbled reluctantly, glancing over to the side, away from his hands, away from her.
“I said, 'Look at me.'”
“Hnn.”
Exasperated, Wanda reached out and roughly grasped the sides of his face with her two hands, forcefully tugging his gaze upward. His eyes widened, and she forced herself to keep eye contact with him, even if it was causing tiny tremors of anxiety in the pit of her stomach.
“Now, tell me,” Wanda said quietly, breaking the unexpected silence that had overcome the room; her hands remained right in place on his cheeks. She hurriedly broke the eye contact and slowly began to examine his face, a good distraction from keeping such painful eye contact.
She watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “I’m-I’m going to go play my guitar,” Lance told her, voice full of hesitation.
“Good,” she said, with a tiny nod. She dropped her hands on his shoulders for one moment before planting them back to their rightful place, on her hips. “You do that. And I; I should be going.”
“Right,” he nodded as well, looking the slightest bit embarrassed as she started to head toward the exit. “Uhh, bye… I guess.”
Wanda waved her hand back at him as she left, and the front door slammed loudly behind her. Lance remained seated at the table for a long moment. He sighed to himself, and then rose to his feet to go retrieve his guitar.
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This is like over 600 words. XD Extreme drabble? :D
Editing might be a little funky; maybe I'll come back to it. :B
Juuuuuuump for my love!! :3
~Valoofle