#scr1et

[witchkillr]

010.   a loud house party on a suburban street .

" WELL, GOSH, LOOK AT YOU, LITTLE MISS POPULAR! " agatha has in her hands two reasonably sized bags of ice: always just the right prop for the circumstance, that's agnes. she's peering past wanda into her full-up living room, teeming with townies. " i heard you were having a bit of a drink-related emergency. guess my invite got lost in the mail ... unless ralph ate it. he does that sometimes, god love him ... anyway, d'you mind? these are hea-vy! "

it's a strange situation to be sure, but her sitcom smile holds steady. she needs more information before she can form an opinion - before she can form a plan of attack. for now, there's no reason to believe it's anything but the wrinkle of the episode that she only found out about this whole shindig ten minutes ago.

[am4zon]

@scr1et said: should i come back later?

Prayers halt on her lips. She has forgotten how to do this. How to speak with the gods in ways that are not just damning herself in their eyes. Mouth has muttered words that feel insincere, and the frustration builds in her chest, like wrathful music taking shape. When Wanda's voice joins the ones in her head, it almost startles her. She is kneeling, no stranger to worship but rusty when it comes to needing anything from the gods who have forsaken her. Or perhaps who she has forsaken.

For Wanda, she stops her senseless muttering and steals a smile from the depths of her heart.

❛ No. Of course not. Stay, ❜ not a command, but a gentle plea. She wipes her hands across her thighs, like she's doing away with this whole business. And then, she rises, and always looks like Aphrodite, emerging from the sea, in all her grace and beauty. ❛ I'd like the company. ❜

[witchkillr]

😔

this... makes sense to me. actually.

[witchkillr]

we cannot have any more catastrophe.

" OH, DON'T YOU WORRY ABOUT A THING, DEAR! auntie agnes has it all under control. you'll get your date night, come hell or high water - remind me, do the boys prefer popcorn or trail mix? it's just so hard to keep up these days! "

in the margins of her carefully curated laughter, agatha lays a whisper-thin thread of anxiety: it's never stopped wanda before, being made to contemplate the ethics of this farce, but there is value in reacting just the way any other citizen would. there is value in character work, and she is [ she must be ] patient.