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#( preSENT B IT C h i am rigH T HERE i am claiming this boi. )#'✘ | BEE. captain of your booty. |#( tRU. )

disinterest feigned, despite innate jealousy taking over in a snap. lips quirked into a small smile, greeting identical visage with mellow tones & hushed longing. ❛ i think you never noticed my absence. that’s good. it’s been a while. ❜ | @quirksilvers.

#quirksilvers #`✘. | VERSE. the path i chose ; i am an avenger. |#( wth..........its been so long...........im dying................ )#'✘. | STARTER. |

it's national kissing day so he's going to kiss her forehead. and her cheek. and her shoulder. yep

❛ peter . . . ? ❜ muscles relaxed, growing fonder of the sensation of his lips on her skin. from the moment of their meeting, familiarity struck, despite never having seen such streaks of silver ---- a man of constant twists & turns, both of speech & action. whine slipped from plush lips, brows furrowing at tender gesture. fingers rest on his arm, drawing circles, matching patterns on his jacket. possibly, wanda deserved this. searching the whole world for warmth & reassurance, all tightly-knit inside a hurricane of a boy. kisses sufficed, releasing any negativity cooped up in such a delicate frame. she loved him. that had been the only fact fragile heart allowed to absorb. anything for him, yes. anything at all.

gentleness reciprocated, tip of her chin raising to plant soft kisses along sharp jawline, hand raised at the nape of his neck, brushing through silver locks with ease. havoc in her mind reached out for other half, sought for remedy from pale knuckles & goggle-eyed boy. peter allowed her to smile in moments like this. feel freedom --- to let her be as she was meant to be. chuckle rebounded along the quaint room, finger pressed against his lips. ❛ you are using this day to your advantage ? ❜ corners of her lips twitched, quite used to cunning affections. if anything, the witch only gave him the luxury of touching her. eyes blinked, enveloping him in a solemn embrace. at the end of the day, he was all that she needed.

#incest for ts #( iM S CR e am i n g bye gise hope u make no sins bc i dont want 2 see ur face in hell (: u ruined me. )#mercurialls

katsmoving

You fell in love with a broken boy, You knew loving him would be your destruction, So you didn’t just fall, You jumped.

You always did like the taste of blood a little too damn much // k.s. (via worthygamora)

#mercurialls #( n er d )

MERCURIALLS.

there’s markers, there’s her arm, and there’s a lot of work to be neglected. they’re way past their school days, they shouldn’t be doing any of this! all of these factors combined ( adding his inherent itch to have her attention ) can only lead to one course of action. in less than a millisecond, he’s drawn a sequence of happy faces across her wrist, and now sits there, staring at his artwork mischievously.

‘ whatcha got there, sis? ‘

@againstworlds ( didn’t like but still receives )

age never exempted them from these lessons. maturity, of course, ceased to halt the speedster from decorating pale skin with the ridiculous sketches. on most days, wanda grinned to herself, responding with the same bored notion. yet today, head snapped at peter’s direction, brows raised. then returned to her business, taking a bright red pen -----

noot noot. ( that means stop it in penguin. )

#mercurialls #( rip bee 2016 im dead jesus chRIST. )#( O H M Y GO D . )

MERCURIALLS.

this, this is wanda as he knows her. delicacy in her every move, comfort with her sole presence. had anyone other than her lifted and moved him so easily, he would’ve been tremendously cross ( weakness isn’t something he’s too keen on admitting ). is it his aching muscles or his almost natural, blind inclination to please her? he doesn’t know. all he knows is that he’ll allow her to put him to rest, admit his vulnerability to her. this includes letting his wounds hurt, shifting his way around the beduntil they eased.

it gets a little less comfortable when she joins him, but you won’t hear him complain. if anything, it heals him. it heals him to know they’re at peace again. that,despite the awful thing he said, her gaze remains ever so loving. her proximity remains fitting, soothing. perhaps now more than ever. now that they’d seen the ugly side of each other too, theside they denied to themselves and one another.

———— do you think i’m crazy? ———— she asks,and he remains stone silent. all he can do is shake his head. despite the tenderness in her voice, he feels a sharp sense of guilt at the question. it had been a spur of the moment, a hateful insult with no meaning or truth to it.not to him, but he feels though as if she’ll never forget it ( surely he won’t ). once again there’s so much he feels like saying, but he’s not very good at apologizing either. letting her hold him, hold her back? that he excels at. it is though as if he’s been doing it for a lifetime. two pieces of apuzzle ( two parts of the same soul ), she buries her head in his chest and heburies her nose in her hair. for that single instant, even his own pace seemed too fast. he’d do anything for them to remain like this, forever. peaceful,quiet, alone.

yet time catche sup with everyone, even him, and her voice brings her back to the tempo at which he’s supposed to live. ———— i think i’m in love with you ———— she says, and the time bubble he’s built around thembreaks, dissolves instantly. time, life, had indeed caught up. it had all happened because he’d been too scared of his own thoughts, of those same words struggling to come out of his mouth every time she smiled. every time she placed her hand on his cheek, like she just had. every time she laughed ,every time she moved the way she did, with a grace unlike any other. doubt lingered every single of those times, too. until now he had dismissed the thought whenever it resurfaced because it seemed crazy. he questioned it because the bond between them was one of such intensity, that he told himself time and time again it was just blood and that his outcast mind mistook it forsomething else because it was the first time he’d felt so fiercely.

as always, she’ smuch, much wiser than him and that overly quick mind of his. they don’t have to discuss it, they don’t have to figure it out. not right away. be relieved that he needn’t push her away anymore is all he should do now. that and let her know just how much he loves her. as just a sister or as everything, the feeling and its intensity remain unchanged. his fingers lace with hers, saying more than words could.

‘ glad to co-exist with you too ‘

seconds passed, idly counting by the moments they were able to keep. for more than twenty years, the girl was robbed of the childhood she deserved. the twin wanda maximoff never truly met until months ago. if childlike notions still swelled in her chest, innocent lips would spur it was of fate & destiny’s power --- to twine their paths. now, it was almost impossible to believe that she had opened all her doors for peter. when the witch as already judged by many, he refrained from taunting her --- not a comment held in distaste when they met. fragile bones eased into his comfort, somehow stronger now that he had been there.

lips sealed, letting sunlight pierce through their windows. eyes appreciated the image of her brother ---- he was alright. many times had she underestimated herself, doubtful how powerful one strike may be. insides softened, threatening to break over how much intensity swirled in her stomach. peter maximoff deserved every bit of love she had given him. maybe every drop of anger, too. yet wanda took note of her mistake ---- they were not ready. to indulge themselves more into the confusing spiral of events would cause more damage. in solitude, they were given as much time as they needed. at least, in her perspective. everything was slower, & the touch of his fingers woke the woman from fleeting thoughts.

❛ charles knows, ❜ she admitted, giving his hand a squeeze. wanda had no intention to dig deep enough if the entire mansion were aware that they had been twins. the last thing she wanted was the silver haired boy to become distant & cold --- even towards her. the nights spent awkwardly dancing & sharing the silence greatly stored in the back of wanda’s mid, choosing to recollect these images whenever discouragement chained her to a post. peter had been her saving grace, of some sort. one who never gave up on her ---- who appreciated everything she had done. ❛ i apologize for . . . everything. i haven’t been a sister for half of your life. i wish i found you earlier, peter. it wasn’t easy . . how i felt so alone in this world ---- nobody else was my family. ❜

tenderness grew, planting its seed in her chest. warmth collided, & the demons inside her had become non-existent. emotions played quite a big role in her grip of her abilities ----- wanda had no problem in activating such a weapon, yet found it difficult to disable the ignition which raged inside her. scarlet witch needed quicksilver ---- that was how the world worked. there was no way, she figured, that a univer existed which did not let them be together. they were a package ---- they were a team. they were maximoffs --- all they’ll ever need. & brows furrowed, pulling back slightly, snorting ---- trying desperately to break the tension. voice softer, tip of her nose bumped with his. ❛ you’re awfully quiet. i thought you are the talkative one. ❜

#mercurialls #( kill me now. )#( i diDNT NEE D THI S. )

moshimoshifuckers

I feel like I’m in the wrong world because I don’t belong in the world where we don’t end up together. There are parallel universes out there where this didn’t happen. Where I was with you and you were with me. And whatever universe that is, that’s the one that my heart lives in.

(via moshimoshifuckers)

#mercurialls #( im almost done replying im also dead haha. )

y’all need to follow me on my rapunzel blog.

#( literALL y let me l ov e all of u. )#( im sc reamin g im still lazy to completely try n make wanda active frick. )#'✘ | BEE. captain of your booty. |

MERCURIALLS.

no, that settles it! he won’t have her suffer for his wrong doings, for his idiotic, childish behaviour. he won’t sit back and let all of them, all of these strangers ( no better than the strangers outside this so called safe haven )torment her with their erratic glares. powerful as she is, she is divine. divine in her skills, but more than anything, in the purity of her soul.

can’t they see that like he does? can’t they see just how terribly they torture her? they should be able to. from being hunted, now they’re participating in a witch hunt. how ruthless, how sickening. don’t they know she lives tied, restrained as a kindness,a courtesy to them? no, and they don’t deserve it either. he’s made her appear lethal. and that is something he can change, a sacrifice he is willing to make.

at his own pace ( much slower than the full of his abilities, but seemingly normal enough ), he gets up. gently,one movement after the other, a patience unlike him. oh, does it hurt. he’s had it worse, certainly, but that doesn’t mean he’s any less bruised. a bit dizzy even. not that he would show it, or allow himself to do as much as think about it. not right now.

‘ hey, look at me. i’m okay ’ ———— if only he looked the part. still, all that matters is convincing her of it. her and the rest of the room, just so they’d piss off already. with a harsh glance, well distributed all around the room, he hopes the message is delivered. they need to leave.

‘ we’re okay ’, he reassures her. he would’ve said another billion things ———— it is me who doesn’t deserve you. you’re s ofar from a monster, wanda. you’re exceptional, in your graciousness, in your selflessness. you’ve made me so muc hbetter just by being around. you’ve inspired me to be compassionate,sympathetic. and i love you. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone. that’s why i pushed you away, because it’s me who doesn’t deserve you. it’s me. i’m far too sloppy, far too antsy, far too quick for you to love back ———— but he’s no good at talking. he trips on his own words, words too slow for his thoughts. even in that sense, they’re opposites. to him, she always speaks with wisdom and poise. now she needs himto do the same, and he can barely put a coherent, serious sentence together.

he’d rather do. do whatever he can to let her knowall of that. ‘ it was an accident. an accident i started by being stupid with you. and i’m sorry. you shouldn’t be. mrs. pacman over there took the greatest hit, and i think i can live without her ‘ silence. bit of an awkward silence. see? he makes everything awkward too. ‘ without you though, i’m not so sure ‘ that part just slipped, much, much lower than the rest .

quick was depression to leave, surprisingly. before it had even spread like a plague, wanda had avoided the poison to spread to her entire system. the only reason the entire ruckus started was because peter had refused to cooperate with her. all the witch wanted was to clear everything up, when emotions had clouded her rational way of thinking. to be emotionally compromised had not been an option for the detached miss. well, until he zoomed into her life, that is.

heartwarming was to watch him, all in his persistent glory --- stubborn peter maximoff ----- shoo the students away with reassurance. ( oh, they could hear him talk ) how silvertoes had been a tad too protective, shielding the woman from negativity in a monstrous world wanda already knew. chin tipped, sobs growing softer, & she took a moment to breathe. unable to absorb everything, wanda chose to gather whatever strength was left. almost invisible was her abilities scrambling to help her brother to stand properly. if fingers of destruction caused his pain, then the witch wished to reverse its settings ---- to fix what she had cruelly done.

❛ do not push yourself anymore . . . ❜ trembling fingers gracefully moved him on the comfort of his bed --- magic did have its perks. sniffling, the young woman assessed how strong he was ---- quicksilver, she thought with a warm grin slowly creeping on her lips. yet it was quickly dismissed, just running her visage on the young man. sighing, palm directed to the door, swinging it closed just as the others respectfully gave them the privacy they deserved. ❛ do you need me to get anything ? ❜

inquiry offered, yet wanda chose to retire next to him, knees touching as they laid in bed. it had not been the first time she had crept beside the speedster. normalcy dictated it to be alright ---- brother & sister to share. ( perhaps not if they were in their twenties & hopelessly in love with each other ? ) they were given the time to breathe. to reassess what had happened so fast. or maybe it was all in slow motion for him ---- but to wanda, it had occurred all too swiftly. slender figure moved, lying sideways in order to face him properly.

❛ do you still think i am crazy ? ❜ eyes softened, holding no remorse against the comment which was blurted in the heat of the moment. if the witch met herself, that might have been always part of the equation --- crazy. yes, that’s what they called her. maybe peter was no exception. fingers cupped his cheek, wiping away the dried specks of blood on his skin. there was tranquility which she possessed, of course. & in a moment of weakness, dainty fingers moved under his arm, enveloping him in an embrace. head buried in his chest, heavily comforted by the fact that he had not been furious with the machine’s fate. if anything, his final comment even made her enamored.

❛ i . . . i think i’m --- in love with you. makes me crazy. i think you’re . . . feeling the same. but you do not need to say anything . . . i just want to be here with you. i’m glad to co-exist with you. ❜

#mercurialls #( i cant waIT FOR HIM TO BE FL us t re de like //? /? // w an daa aa a. )#( evERY TIME WE TOU CH REMIX PLAYS IN THE BG. )

MERCURIALLS.

one last hit and he’s on the floor. still unsure if it was the smack or the sight of her ( so sorry, so distressed ) that shook him out of his wrath and landed him back on their reality, all he knows is that it had been an awful mistake. from avoiding her like a bratty toddler to this . he’s unable to look at her and not feel unbearably guilty. the few remaining eyes are on her too, and he feels even worse because just for a mad, hateful instant, he had joined them in their judgement.

can’t he heal any faster? heal to stand up and scream that this had been his fault! .that he had been awful to her, pushed her to it. called her names he should’ve never even thought of! let them know she wasn’t dangerous, just upset. get up and tell them all to scram, to leave them alone! how they’d always been meant to be, alone together. why on earth is she apologizing? it’d been him, with his arrogance and his need to be one step ahead of everything, of everyone who could slip away that’d made this mess.

‘ no, no ‘ it comes out as a grunt, forcing him to pull it together, assess the damage ( not too bad, he’ll be fine in a few hours ———— a day, tops). he tries to sit a little straighter, to appear a little better. ‘ i’m sorry. should’ve known better than to be an ass to you. you don’t deserve that ‘ and he smiles a little for her too, as best as he can. not so widely that she could think he’s laughing at this whole thing, but sincerely enough to convey redemption. to let her know the damage can be undone.

he’d seen her might, and it is unforgettable, yes, but he’d also seen past that. he always had. he’d always seen beauty and kindness where others saw oddity, a threat. he’d seen her choose isolation, containment over intimidation ( he’d chosen the same thing ) , and he won’t condone her for it. for any of what had just happened. being hurt, for being her. if anything, he’ll stand by her. ‘ you don’t deserve any of this ‘

eyes remained shut, letting the drainage of energy keep her still. sometimes, it had been a terrible idea to discuss something so heavy with nonchalance ----- which was why the woman had no choice but to hold a grudge for him the entire time they spoke. wanda was not a prize to be won, she established that. neither was she just someone to be taken for granted. when love was found in a boy of exquisite speed & silver hair & kindred spirit, warmth embraced the concept of perhaps being his other half ----- one who’ll love peter unconditionally.

when cries softened, chin lifted to take a glimpse of the other in such a bad condition. red had been imprinted on his features, dripping by his temple. if anything, wanda had been terrified of touching him --- of any form of comfort to come from him, when she simply did not deserve to be cared for, when such havoc existed within her. mercy was inevitable, considering that the environment had been rather low key with their fear of the witch, & charles ------ oh, charles, such a compassionate heart to let the woman into their premises. yet even an apology could not undo this.

❛ i’m a monster, ❜ she croaked, fingers laced together by her chest, as if an upset soul was ready to be taken by death himself. there was beauty even in her demise, for wanda had always possessed an ethereal type of charm. yet such demonization came from those who existed near her, talking about her abilities, thinking about her as a weapon ---- it was not downplayed to something cool, because they weren’t children anymore who’d ooooh & aaah at every wave of her fingers ------ no, they were afraid. ❛ look at you ----- i - i did that, i hurt you. ❜

❛ stop talking ! you’re in my head ! ❜

she was sure everyone in close proximity heard the telepathic plea.

legs scrambled, pushing backwards to sit up & lean against the wall. she chose not to meet eyes of awestruck mutants, disregarding how they were able to witness how much of a wreck she truly was. knees pulled to her chest, & the adult had spiraled back into a grieving child. head down, keeping her sobs to herself. she couldn’t look at peter ---- no, the sight of him had twisted a blade in her stomach. ❛ get away from me ----- i’ll only hurt you . . . . i’ll only hurt you, p - peter. i don’t deserve you. ❜

#mercurialls #( haha shoot me im done. )

MERCURIALLS.

THUMP. he’d had it wrong, all wrong. SMASH. he’d thought her vulnerable. CRACK. a scream. he’d thought himself strong. oh, just how very wrong he’d been. he’d thought he needed to protect her. he’d thought her as delicate as the gentle twirl of her fingers ( he’d even thought that to be beautiful ). he’d thought himself tough, prepared. invincible. he’d thought she needed him. WRONG SO WRONG. he needn’t protect her. he should’ve protected himself from her.

he buries a screech between his teeth. now he sees it, clear. what everyone else saw when they looked away from her in the hallway. now he hears them, the words he once shushed when he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, shielding her from the gossip in the room. he hates it, he hates it, he hates it! he hates that such spiteful things regarding the one he treasures most are clogging him. his mind is rushing far too quickly, not quickly enough. there’sa whirlwind within him, of anger and sadness, yet everything moves so slowly. agonizingly so. every smash takes hours to him, the crack of his joint an eternity. he knows pain ( physical? emotional? both? ) is ruling, leading a side of the argument, but which?

POP. his ear is bleeding now. numb, numb for so so long. she’s talking now. he’s trying, by god he’strying to listen to her, yet he can’t. he hears the words, but every single muscle, every bone, every bit of him is throbbing. ———— i have loved you even before i knew who you were ————. so has he, wanda, so has he. which is why he’s so late again, so scared. a life of loneliness, a life outside is difficult to change. it’s difficult to love, when no one’s ever loved you back. not fully, not completely, not with absolute acceptance of who you are. look where being so scared of rejection led him: to rejecting. oh no, a sob. weak. pathetic. he can’t stop, he can’t help it. is it anger? is it sadness? is it pain? whatever it is, just end it! ‘ let go! ‘

‘ please ‘ he sees it now, so clear. he needs her. ‘ wanda, please ‘

how far had rage consumed her ----- how far had it been worth it to see the pained expression of her brother ------ her soulmate. had it been known to wanda, his ideal of protecting her from harm had been a tender gesture. now, the entire mansion was able to have a glimpse of a quarter of the woman’s potential. only charles knew how great was the ignition of scarlet within strong core ----------- & shame crushed such anger, snapping back to the reality of which she had escaped. too caught up in the inner workings of her mind, forgetting the image of peter’s wounds & broken heart.

( it was his voice which brought her back. )

slam. surprise managed to choke her. when shades of red disappeared into thin air, it became clearer to her that she had been nothing but a monster. a disgrace ----- a mentally unstable child, choosing to fight her way out of facilities, possibly endangering people as she trod. a witch ------ a witch whose abilities could bend any man’s will until she had been satisfied. some students had scrambled off, losing their footing as they chose to evade the scene. heart beat doubled, weak hands held up, shaking. wanda’s own fear ----- one which had been her own doing. when she wished to take him in her arms ------ to brush silver locks away from the bruised features ------ how could she when it had been her own fault ?

( wanda did not deserve him. not in a million years. )

she hurt him. she hurt herself. peter, a man of persistence, stamina & a flexible sense of humor, had been released. petite frame of the woman let exhaustion pin her to the ground. gravity never felt stronger, & wrists pressed against her eyes, letting sobs break completely. the ground infinitely felt colder, & the world still turned while she was having a meltdown. voice barely audible, trying to apologize. trying to reach out & reconnect with her only love. trying to figure out what was happening ---- trying.

❛ i - i . . . i’m sorry. please, i’m sorry. ❜

#( lmao fuck me up thanks thats so nice of u gise. )#mercurialls #( haha god bless america im dea d. )

greendad

My kinda shit: When Person A put their hand on Person B’s cheek and Person B puts their hand on top while turning their head just enough to kiss Person A’s palm

it’s a mouthful to explain but man is it my kinda shit

#( shIT SHIT SHIT !!!!!!!! IM DED. )#( kill me :) haha. )#wishlist.

should peter even be allowed 2 kinkshame.......he is literally #wandatrash........

#i dont make the rules #¯\_(ツ)_/¯¯\_(ツ)_/¯¯\_(ツ)_/¯#'✘ | BEE. captain of your booty. |#mercurialls

you guys should totally read my thread w gise bc wanda is just :

#( oM F G JDHGAK I CANN O T FUNCTION PROPERL Y THIS SI SO SO SO OMCU HAG NG ST. )#( STAB ME. )#'✘ | BEE. captain of your booty. |

nectarslime

#( IM GONNA BREAK GISE'S NECK. )#( FITE ME. )#'✘. | WANDA. she's on our side. |

MERCURIALLS.

for the first time, the impossible had happened. something had been faster than him. not out of natural timing, not on its own, but because he’d let it. somehow, he’d let it. all too fast and all too slow at once, she’d snapped. at him. and the worst of all: deep down he knows that he’d deserved it. he deserves it! every word of hers is true. too late, too scared. always running, always dodging.

now he’s chained, frozen, frightened. the love, the devotion he felt towards her the instant they met had been tainted with this newfound anger, turned bittersweet. she is as undeniably right as she is undeniably guilty too. she’d done this. all of it had been her. for her sake he would like to be faster. fast enough to conceal these thoughts, to keep this sudden hurt ( this sudden fear, this sudden rage ) from showing in his eyes, in his clenched jaw, tightened fists. but once again he’s too late. it’s taken over. if confrontation is what she wants,confrontation is what she’ll get. if truth is what she wants, he can speak the language too ( bad decision, peter. what’s truth when you’ve lost your senses ? is it any objective ? ).

‘ let go ! you’re CRAZY ! what the hell is wrong with you ? ‘

little was her sensibility in this moment, & judgment clouded by the blades of betrayal. monstrous had been the woman’s power, creeping beneath pale flesh. sobs broke out, letting the waterfall just showcase how much pain & anger & hurt had crumpled inside the beating chest. better to be involved in physical fights, but never in situations which held her emotionally compromised. fingers danced, eerily producing stronger grip upon her brother.

always one step ahead of him, yet his insults had been greatly uncalled for. instead of weakness to show, it was hatred which burned in her lungs. for years wanda had escaped those who thought ill of the young woman. when such powers deemed her truly unstable & crazy ----- oh god, oh god, she proved that she wasn’t ------ wanda chose to ignore her own abilities she had been born with. another movement resulted into banging him against the wooden walls, hearing the thump & slight breaking noise. love had been a double-edged sword, yes. perhaps it would’ve been better to pry him away from her soul. when the connection was made, there was not anyone else to distract her from noticing him.

now, peter maximoff was truly the only one she dedicated her time to haunt. her knees hit the floor, yet arms still sparked with magic, choosing to let him suffer. suffer with her.

❛ what’s wrong with me !? you do not know the half of it ! the moment we met, you knew there was something wrong. different ! i could not go to bed thinking that there was always something bothering me ---- it was you ! how do you think i’d react, knowing that i have loved you even before i knew who you were ----- & now you think avoiding me as if i do not even matter to you will be the best solution !? i know, deep inside, you’ve been searching for me. now that i’m here, you wish that we have never even met ! what’s wrong with you !? ❜

#mercurialls #( shES SCREAMING AND SOBBING AND HER THROAT HURTS AND SHE WANTS TO DIE !!!!!!!! ).#( THE BEST !!!!!!!!!! ).

MERCURIALLS.

cue an angry huff. it’s not her he’s mad at, and he knows it. yet it’s so much easier to pretend to be that he lets the role take over. unpause, the machine beeps again, trying to keep up with his impossibly fast button pressing. ‘ dude, seriously, what is it?‘

once again he’s grateful his pace is different. that she won’t notice his sloppy fingers, his shaking hands. he just wishes she’d go away. go away and take everything she’s brought to him with her. the us ,as lovely as it sounds, as better as it’d made him, had turned into something he can’t handle anymore. can’t outrun. ‘ can’t you see i’m kinda busy here, trying to play some pacman? like i used to, before, you know, you decided we’re freaking siamese or whatever. you’re ruining my score ‘

she was upset. how hands balled into fists, refusing to let vulnerability break her, when wanda had spent most of her life trying to build a castle against everyone else, declining to let anyone in. the machine’s sound effects caught up to her, & the next thing she knew, arms swung. one to bring the permanent silence, crushing the screen, letting the sparks put on a display. one to constrict the man from any other movement as red beams forced him to be pushed against the wall. powers had been versatile, now using it to her advantage.

❛ how could you just do nothing when i’m already like this ? what is your problem ? we’re grown people & you could not spare a moment just to talk to me properly, because ---- what ? you are afraid of confrontation ? this is why you are always late. you are too afraid, peter. you are too much of a coward. ❜

#( IM FRI CK ITY SCREAM IN BYE. )#( BYE GISE 2K16 )#mercurialls

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