turn sideways in the wind

indie Magda Eisenhardt rp oc friendly . multiverse . cross fandom friendly formerly kesalizhuno

[imoved5643347-deactivated201510]

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[ovyiloisi]

"I’m glad to see more and more people with physical mutations walking around." Magda chattered on as she got to work making the girl a spiced cider. "Even if it’s slow going the world is becoming more tolerant every day."

[itsasquirrelthing-deactivated20]

Doreen happily followed the kind woman into her cafe, nodding along as she took a seat at the counter to watch her work. “Yeah, isn’t it great?” she cheered. “There are so many new mutants around that people eventually are just going to have to accept it. Its kinda hard to fight nature… Trust me.”

She hummed softly while waiting, “So, you must know a few mutants, yeah? Oh, are you a mutant, too?”

[ovyiloisi]

"My children." Magda's smile was fond as she stirred the drink and passed it over to Doreen. "But I'm Roma. We know quite a bit about what it's like to not fit in. It's taking time but I also believe my people will be accepted one day."

[alittlecurse-deactivated2016110]

I look youngBut inside I am oldAnd filled with the deathsOf other people.

Terry Moore (via paradizial)

[ovyiloisi]

baneofhell started following you

"A-are you a demon?" Magda tried to steady her voice, tried to conceal the fear she was feeling, but she could tell she was failing as she backed against the alley wall.

[baneofhell-deactivated20150410]

      “I am many things lady.

                Demon,

                        Monster,

                  whatever. I’m all the same”

[ovyiloisi]

"What do you want with me? Why-" Magda took another deep breath. "Are you here to drag me to hell?"

[ovyiloisi]

"What use could you possibly have for that man’s prosthetic eye!" Magda glared at the mercenary, arms firmly crossed. She didn’t know why she was trusting him to get them out of this situation, but considering the limited options… actually this still might be a bad idea.

[foodfirearmsandfun-deactivated2]

"Well, all the doors have recognition. If you were that guy, you’d expect people to go for the good eye- and prepare by using your fake eye. Right?" He knew he sounded crazy, but that was pretty much the norm, anyways. Might as well go for it. 

[ovyiloisi]

"I don't know about that. I wouldn't expect anyone to try and take my eye at all." But maybe that was naive. She'd never owned anything worth taking such security measures after all.

[ovyiloisi]

"No it’s certainly not." Magda blinked then shook her head, offering the girl a warm smile. "Excuse me, where are my manners today? Come in and have a seat. The cafe’s pretty empty now - I’m guessing others don’t want to brave the cold. Let me get you a warm drink. It’s the least I could do for being so intrusive."

[itsasquirrelthing-deactivated20]

"Oh no, its fine, really! I get asked questions like that all the time. And I can usually predict the reactions, too. A warm drink does sound inviting, though… I’d love to!"

[ovyiloisi]

"I'm glad to see more and more people with physical mutations walking around." Magda chattered on as she got to work making the girl a spiced cider. "Even if it's slow going the world is becoming more tolerant every day."

[ovyiloisi]

  "I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you." Or that she wasn’t strong enough to do so. Even if she had been alive what could she have possibly done in a world of men who moved earth and creatures from myth and the nightmares of children as real as anything? The best thing she thought she could do was die for them. Perhaps even that wasn’t enough. "I’m not going anywhere schatz. If you’ll have me he can look at me with his own eyes and believe."

[theycallmescarletwitch]

Wanda started wondering. Did she know that in the terms of power they were no different from the man she was trying to protect them from? If not, how would she react? For the first time in years Wanda truly wanted to keep her true nature in the shadows. She couldn’t lose her mother so soon… No, there was no point. She’d find out, sooner or later. And the fact that her own daughter hid this from her wouldn’t make things any better. “Mom…” She started, words stuck in her throat. “We… We also have powers, just like father. We couldn’t do anything about it, it just happened,” she said quietly and looked away. She could tell those words, but she couldn’t watch her reaction. She was too afraid to see disgust growing in her eyes. 

[ovyiloisi]

Magda gently turned her daughter's face towards hers. Her eyes were sad, for she could sense the shame and fear Wanda was feeling, but she smiled. "I know my darling, I've always known. When you and your brother were born you both glowed brightly, like starlight. I knew you both would be special. But that does not mean you have to be like your father. Not- not what I knew him to be."

[ovyiloisi]

"I wasn’t a soldier or anything like that back in the war. I was…" Magda shifted a bit in her seat, not wanting to revisit those memories. But she had never told anyone. It’d be nice to not hold onto this secret anymore. "Despite what American horror movies say not many of us actually believe in ‘gypsy magic’ or curses or anything like that. But I saw so much back then that I couldn’t explain."

[my12percentofamoment]

Pepper could see that the woman was having a hard time admitting the things she spoke about.

"And what do you believe in?" She wanted to get to the root of things again.

[ovyiloisi]

It wasn't something she knew the answer to quite yet. She'd lost her faith in God a long time ago and she'd seen so much it was hard to say what could be real now. "I believe that us humans have no idea what we're dealing with. For now I'm content to live in that unknown. Before I denied what I had seen until I couldn't deny it anymore."

[ovyiloisi]

"I have too. Funny how it tends to make… everything just seem more plausible."

[my12percentofamoment]

"It’s funny how that works. Right? Tell me more about your experiences."

[ovyiloisi]

"I wasn't a soldier or anything like that back in the war. I was..." Magda shifted a bit in her seat, not wanting to revisit those memories. But she had never told anyone. It'd be nice to not hold onto this secret anymore. "Despite what American horror movies say not many of us actually believe in 'gypsy magic' or curses or anything like that. But I saw so much back then that I couldn't explain."

[ovyiloisi]

Magda lowered her hand sadly, making sure to give him plenty of space even though she wanted to embrace him.

"Schatz… this might not be the best time." But she doubted he would take that as an answer. She didn’t have one for him. Not a good one anyway. "I didn’t want you to find me this way."

[fastasquicksilver]

"The best time?” He echoed, his eyes widening in disbelief and frustration. “You- you’re supposed to be dead! I don’t understand…” Hearing him admit this was rare in itself, but what happened next was truly incredible, especially to Pietro himself- for, for the first time in his life, his head bowed and he whispered, “Mom.

"That’s who you are." It wasn’t a question. "I was told you were dead, ever since I was a baby- but here you are. And you look like Wanda and you’re talking to me like I’m really your son-" He cut off. He didn’t know what to do. His mind was a mess of confusion, thoughts and emotions whirring around so fast that he could barely keep track himself. "I’m not… dreaming, am I? It doesn’t feel like a dream, but I used to have a hard time telling… you really are real?"

[ovyiloisi]

"You are my son. And this is real, it's no dream." Magda held a hand out towards him so he could feel her for himself. She was solid form flesh and bone though how she did not know. Which was why this was a supremely bad idea.

"I was dead. I think I was at least. Shortly after you were born I let the mountains of Wundagore take my life."

[ovyiloisi]

"I was… I think I was. I remember dying on that mountain and I remember-" The cold disappearing. Worry and fear and pain disappearing. The sun on her face eternally and little Anya by her side. "I trusted Lady Bova to care for you two. The New Men were wise and kind. I thought you could have a normal childhood."

[theycallmescarletwitch]

"We…" How was she supposed to tell her that they’d been through hell? "We are fine now. A lot of things happened but it’s all past now." She wiped another tear and looked down. "Pietro’s not gonna believe me," she said with a nervous chuckle and cuddled to her mother again.

[ovyiloisi]

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you." Or that she wasn't strong enough to do so. Even if she had been alive what could she have possibly done in a world of men who moved earth and creatures from myth and the nightmares of children as real as anything? The best thing she thought she could do was die for them. Perhaps even that wasn't enough. "I'm not going anywhere schatz. If you'll have me he can look at me with his own eyes and believe."

[ovyiloisi]

"It’s a recent development." Magda reached out to gently touch his cheek, his skin rough under her fingertips. He looked different than she remembered - older, more worn than she remembered but the atrocities they had experienced weren’t as fresh. She wondered if it was wisdom or merely confidence that came with age. "Look at you Max, you’ve gotten old."

[ausmetallen]

Erik flinched away from Magda’s touch initially, automatically, before forcing himself to relax and still. It was more a product of his ugly background than a reaction to her, truly. Hopefully that was something she would realise and understand.

Her next comment drew a wry chuckle from him despite himself, though that old name felt like a lance to his chest.

     ❝ Such is life and the passage of time, Schatzi. ❞

[ovyiloisi]

She frowned a bit at the flinch, but convinced herself not to take it personally when he stilled and allowed her to touch him. He was trying at the very least. She could do him that same courtesy.

"It's been a bit different for me."

[ovyiloisi]

  "You… believe me?" Even in her day she’d encountered those who had lost their minds or made up stories of how they conquered death. Before this she couldn’t imagine herself believing such a story yet this woman accepted it.

[my12percentofamoment]

The woman smiled at the other’s astonishment. “That is what happened to Steve Rogers. Is it not? Why would I not believe you? I’ve seen a great many things, Miss.”

[ovyiloisi]

"I have too. Funny how it tends to make... everything just seem more plausible."

[wordsnquotes]

You are terrifying and strange and beautiful, someone not everyone knows how to love.”

Warsan Shire (via wordsnquotes)

[ovyiloisi]

"Did anyone get hurt?" Magda reached out to gently stroke the boy’s shoulder, offering comfort despite her uncertainty that she should. Such power was dangerous but he didn’t seem like he wanted to cause harm to anyone. "Nevermind that. Come inside, it’s freezing out here you’ll catch your death."

[nottheteamsociopath]

"Too many. Too many hurt too many dead." Tommy’s looked down as his voice grew soft. "I’ll be trying to make up for that for the rest of my life." He leaned a little into her hand, soaking in her gentle touch. "I’ve got my sweater." Tommy gave a token protest as he followed her inside.

[ovyiloisi]

"Nonsense sit, sit." Magda turned the store's sign to closed, figuring it was fairly empty anyway. Such a discussion shouldn't be had over anything but a warm mug of tea.

She ushered the boy inside and over to one of the cozy mis-matched couches as she headed back to make them both a cup. It would give her enough time to catch her breath and stop comparing the situation to the one that caused an irreparable rift between his grandfather and her. This was different. He was just a kid. A kid with too much power who didn't know how to control it.

By the time she re-emerged from the back with two mugs her hands weren't shaking and dark thoughts were banished. "Americans call this Russian Tea now. I don't know that it deserves it's own distinction really but it sells well this way."

[ovyiloisi]

"In America hm? Probably easier for the other kids to pronounce." Magda moved over to stand in front of her son, stopping a bit in front of him. She was cautious, his wide eyed stare was enough to make her conscious enough of his discomfort."You’re so… beautiful."

[pietromaxiimof-archive070915-de]

"Yeah. Kinda got teased for it, but I like going by Pietro now." 

Pietro smiled at her, even though he was scared. He moved his hand to touch her cheek, to make sure she was real. Examining her face, he could point out the traits that she gave to Wanda, but also what she gave to him, her son.

"Thank you. I get it from my mother."

[ovyiloisi]

"And you get that from your father. Even as a boy he was far too charming for his own good." Magda touched the hand at her cheek fondly. Part of her still felt so connected to them. She had barely have time to hold them - only moments to really to actually look at them. She may have made them flesh and bone but she did not make them who they were today. She had no right to that. So why...

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to see that in you. I don't doubt you and Wanda had smiles that could get away with murder. Anya was the same. It must be genetic."

[ovyiloisi]

"But you don’t… do you? That’s why you wear a mask. So what are you? Vigilante or villain?"

[goddamndeadpool-a-deactivated20]

"I do actually.. for some of the stuff… and I’m a mercenary. Closer to vigilante than villain if I had to pick."

[ovyiloisi]

"In my experience there's more money in villainy and mercenaries follow money." Magda's eyes narrowed.