CUPID SEEMS FAR FROM SAINTHOOD , his arrows of wood feel more like strings hung on the backs of puppets. it’s hard to hide the flush on her cheeks , the way his tongue carries her name. she almost forgets the time and the place. his stupid toothy grin and those tender eyes. brown like the way a sunset brakes over a mountain side , with sparks of warmness and blanketing peace. it doesn’t take adalinda long to realize she prefers them much more to the black and white lies oh his mask.
Her lips have to bite back at a smile when he bows after introducing himself. what a world it would have been to see wade wilson caught up in the madness of royalty. though her grandmother would never allow it , she’d put an end to it the moment she caught wind of “ a man in a red suit with swords on his back ” the possibility is still one that is certainly entertaining , but this world is full of countless possibilities , only few have the chance of ever coming to play out.
❝ QUITE THE OBSERVER , I'M SURE YOU ARE QUITE SKILLED AT YOUR JOB , INSPECTOR WILSON. ❞
He might not know it , but the question is a rather loaded one. though if he was truly aligned and trusted by charles , then surely he must be aware of the instances. strange people who have been suddenly appearing , the strange clothes and ways of speech. adalinda’s well aware she must have stuck out like a sore thumb on the night of her arrival. a ghost of the future running away from a ghost from the past.
❝ IF YOU'RE HERE I'M ASSUMING YOU KNOW THE SPECIFICATIONS OF THAT SOMEWHERE HAPPEN TO BE ALL RATHER , CONFUSING. ❞
It turns out they must both be creatures of curiosity. She wants to do nothing more than to drag the attention from herself and ask him questions. Maybe her she could get answers to questions she hadn’t even thought to ask . . . . questions she might not even get to ask. Her gaze meets his eyes once more , eager to find the things she’s been looking for. She doesn’t think better of it when her voice lets out something barely above a whisper.
❝ IT'S ALWAYS EASIER SPEAKING OF THE PAST THAN OF THE FUTURE , ISN'T IT ? ❞
Following her train of thought, it all clicks like the pieces missing from his puzzle just fell from the sky into place. This one, Adalinda, she didn’t belong in this time period. She was good though, able to blend in with everyone here like she actually belonged in this time rather than the other. She only stuck out because of her hair, and maybe even the royal aura she gave off. Though, if Wade were being honest, he just had a natural attraction to her. At least now, he could drop his whole act and be himself.
He snaps his fingers, “Damn, thought it was my charm.” Now he has more questions, better ones, about where she came from and how she didn’t end up disappearing like the rest. His head was swimming so fast, but the next question out of his mouth is about his counterpart rather than her, “Do you… know a version of me? Am I a detective where you’re from, too?”
His eyebrows meet in the middle of his face and almost look like they are one. Wade realizes it’s a silly question, “I mean… why am I asking about me? I don’t really care about me.” Shaking his head, he skips on through, “Thank you for being nice to a simpleton like me, some detective right?”
Wade steps closer to her and mindlessly reaches for a lock of her white hair. He twists it until it’s curled around itself several times over then he lets it fall. Steering the conversation back to her would be better, and would make more sense if he wanted any real information. “How’d this happen?” he says referring to her hair he just released, “Was it always like that?”
