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riverviewlogs2017-08-29 10:40 pm
fingerstripes) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-08-29 10:40 pm
That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow
who: Dick Grayson and Wanda Maximoff
what: Truths are shared
when: end of August
where: A ROOFTOP
warnings: Drama, angst, will update as needed
[ He's on the appointed rooftop shortly before seven, hands tucked into pockets, leather jacket buttoned all the way up despite the tropical weather. Rather than hover by the stairwell he waits by the ledge itself, watching the sun go down over the skyline as if that's the only thing he's here for. The lines of tension are in his posture if you know where to look, but his expression is smoothed over. Nothing offered or given away.
He'd promised her the truth. He'd promised her honesty. Whatever she does with that is up to her.
Maybe if he tells himself that enough the world will feel a little less like it's about to come crashing down around him. ]
what: Truths are shared
when: end of August
where: A ROOFTOP
warnings: Drama, angst, will update as needed
[ He's on the appointed rooftop shortly before seven, hands tucked into pockets, leather jacket buttoned all the way up despite the tropical weather. Rather than hover by the stairwell he waits by the ledge itself, watching the sun go down over the skyline as if that's the only thing he's here for. The lines of tension are in his posture if you know where to look, but his expression is smoothed over. Nothing offered or given away.
He'd promised her the truth. He'd promised her honesty. Whatever she does with that is up to her.
Maybe if he tells himself that enough the world will feel a little less like it's about to come crashing down around him. ]
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Standing still, she feels his hands come to rest on her arms as he speaks, and she can't stop the rise of tears to her eyes, only keep them from spilling down her cheeks.]
You're so sure, Dick? I feel like I don't even know who I am anymore.
[She can't say that she can't picture herself doing that again to someone. An enemy who may yet turn out to be an ally later. The twisted and tangled morals that come with this power are too complex for her to sort out still. Her eyes close as his forehead comes to rest against hers, and at last she reaches out again, tentatively holding onto his forearms as if the stability might lend itself to her emotions.]
I should have told you everything before we got too deep. What I've done. What I can do. I'm still learning how to use these abilities...I might have learned your secret myself by accident one day, before you wanted me to know.
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She hadn’t, and she’d cared enough about him - about his sense of safety - to want to give him a choice. To give him the chance to protect himself. It’s a thought that makes his heart ache for her. ]
...Well, that’s the catch isn’t it? You don’t get to decide once and just... leave it at that. Not when it comes to figuring out who you are. [ It’s not as if he’s really doing any better on that front, these days. He closes his eyes for a moment; leans his cheek against her hair. ]
...You choose every day. I’ve seen you.
You choose right, because you know what the wrong one looks like.
That’s not weak, Wanda, it’s strong as hell. And I know that, because- [ Because he's fought that feeling in himself. Fought it again and again. ]
I just know.
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It's how he lays his cheek against her, how he holds her that gives her hope that he may not just accept that this is part of who and what she is but that he may choose to stay with her. Leaning into that touch, closing her eyes, she lets out a soft breath--still trying to get past the shakiness that's come with revealing some of her darker secrets.]
I don't feel very strong.
[When things have gotten hard she's always had to battle so much doubt, so much indecision. And when she's with him she feels good about herself but her heart, oh, her heart feels so exposed and vulnerable now.]
You have to know that what we have...if you stay with me I'm going to become more aware of you. I'll be able to sense you at distances. Your emotions, your physical well being...I'll be able to sense things I couldn't before. The closer we get, the more I get to know you, it will all be much stronger.
[He has to know that, he has to choose, he has to make the conscious choice, especially now that she knows that so much of what he keeps close to his chest can affect others in his life.]
But if you can't--if because of your work you can't then tell me. [Now, before it will be so much harder to let him go.]
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And she’d thought it wouldn’t be enough. That she wasn’t enough. That the things she can’t help would stop him from loving her.
He presses a kiss to the top of her head, lets out a soft breath. Words aren’t enough.
Gently, he reaches for her hand, squeezing her fingers once before he places it on his chest. Letting them rest on the vulnerable flesh underneath. His heart beats there; a steady, rapid pulse. ] You can try me.
[ Control isn’t something he’s ever relinquished easily. He holds her gaze, unwavering. Wanting her to understand. ]
It’s okay.
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After everything she's told him, after everything she's said she can do and has done in the past, not to mention everything that he has to protect, he wants her to go into his mind then and there?
Her fingers twitch against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body beneath even in the chill on the roof. He doesn't look like he's having any second doubts, however, and she can feel his heart against her palm, beating steadily. Without fear, without anxiety. Wanda isn't so inexperienced that she's worried she'll hurt him, she knows how to use her powers...
It's just that she hasn't been in anyone's mind, not really, since Pietro died a year ago. It was one thing to dip into the minds of people she was protecting or people she was hating. But the kind of intimacy that may come with sharing thoughts or memories with Dick, or feelings, is something she can't help but hesitate with. Wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue, she looks away from him a moment...]
Tell me to stop at any time and I will.
[And when she looks up again, her eyes are glowing faintly red, and she's lifted her hand up. The same swirling red magic he's seen at her fingertips before drifts around her hand, and the magic reaches out to the side of his head as she carefully connects with him.
She doesn't go deep, not the first time. Not just because she knows he hasn't set any limits to what she can sift through, but because of her own fear that she'll go too far, or worse, that she'll see something or feel something she's not ready for yet. But what she does find helps to calm her heart as well. It begins to beat in time with his as she finds at the forefront of his mind, his absolute trust in her. A deep affection for her, and compassion for what she's shared with him. She notices the absence of fear, or any sense of betrayal, and the truth that rings still with what he's told her.
And no where in there does she catch any thought that he doesn't care for her or doesn't want to be with her. If anything, it seems as if he's more steadfast than she'd expected, and that certainty is grounding.
The temptation to delve deeply into his mind is what prompts her to pull out once more. She knows if she wanted she could find memories of his home, of everyone he knows and his time as a vigilante. She could see the full extent of his feelings for her, his thoughts, his memories, and pull him into them too. There's a part of her that wants to share with him as well...but it's just too much too soon. She pulls her hand away and her magic fades, and slowly, carefully she draws nearer to him and rests against his chest. Her hands draw down his body until she's holding his waist, leaving her forehead to press gently below his collarbone.]
I didn't know if you'd believe me, that I hadn't betrayed your trust and privacy. I didn't know how you'd react and I thought...I thought it would all be over once I told you.
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Because in his heart he'd believed that too. He’d believed that, and he hadn't known until this moment just how much he wants anything but that.
How much he wants this. Just this. ]
You’re gonna have to work a little harder than that. [ Breathed out in a rough little laugh. He squeezes a little tighter, kisses her temple, then cheek. ]
I don’t want this to be over. [ Softly, like a confession. ]
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I don't want this to be over either. What you told me...it's part of you, and I accept all that you are.
[If this falls apart between them, it won't be now because of her. What she feels for him is too strong, too important to let him go just because he had secrets.
What she feels for him...
What she feels for him...
Wanda's mind reaches the edges of a realization and she closes her eyes with a sigh.]
So...we're okay then?
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We’re okay.