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[personal profile] carmesi 2024-09-22 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
—you should visit the Horizon properly once everyone fixes what was ruined earlier. I know a few people have created some parts of New York as they remember it. Have you talked with Steve Rogers?

( she pauses, watching as river brings over all the packets of seeds. )

He always replicates a hot dog cart. I like visiting for that.

( what wanda understands is that river's world is significantly removed from the timeline of earth that wanda comes from. for new york to be rubble and noxious gas? it feels strange to imagine, despite everything.

wanda helps by grabbing at a couple of the packets, to lessen river's load. )


Really? Sticking fingers in the dirt is the best part. ( she starts guiding the way towards the empty garden bed ) Do you know how to do it? You can pick which seeds you want to plant.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2024-09-30 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I could think of better things to eat in New York City, but—

( wanda hears it in river's tone, the out-of-tune voiceover, 'the best hot dog in new york city', and imagines the obnoxious font over the image, grainy in every sense of the word. )

It is pretty great.

( stepping closer to river's dashboard of options, crouching down to be at level to see what the options all are. she raises her hand to take the packet of seeds (tomatoes) and shakes it to hear the seeds rolling over themselves. )

We're going to have to turn the soil over. We'll use spades.

( which are, magically, stuck on the earth where they will 'stick their fingers in'. one has a red handle, which wanda takes, and the other one has a yellow handle; river reminds her of the color yellow.

wanda starts at a corner, pushing the spade in and digging out the dirt to turn it over. it's moist and damper underneath, small rocks and leftover roots from a 'previous' batch found amidst it, as well as some wiggling worms. )


Just like this. Try it on your corner, and we'll meet in the center.
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ALSDKJF the steve thread :')

[personal profile] carmesi 2024-10-09 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Very paradoxical.

( wanda agrees, and has found that one of the better ways to work with the whimsical way that river tends to interact with the world, and voice her perception of it, is to work with it. soon enough, as is the case now, river ends up explaining herself anyway when allowed the room to do so.

the worm struggles between her fingers. wanda looks up at that, raising her hand, palm up, and waiting for the girl to deposit it there.

there seems to be something more, under the surface, bothering her, and the words she speaks are but a surface-level scope of what she is thinking. wanda knows as much. carefully, she sets the earthworm back down on the soil.

wanda returns to turning pockets of the earth over. )


Would you like it better if this was a dream of yours—all this?
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[personal profile] carmesi 2024-10-27 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
( a new power, or spell, or—

wanda hears her own words in river, when she started to become more familiar with her powers as that of a witch's own. the look river sports, between confused and sheepish, speaks of how ultimately new this is to her, and how she isn't entirely sure what at all to make of it.

whether it is good, or bad, or something in between...

wanda raises her hands, dirty with soil, and grabs at river's own. a smile on her features, she thinks of a time when she learned a new song on the piano without making any mistakes, how proud her mother was. she thinks of the swell of pride she felt when she could control her powers enough at first, how excited her brother was for them. she thinks of her beautiful boys, of tommy and billy, when they came into their powers within the hex, during halloween; how her love for them just felt like it would spill over.

it brings tears to her eyes, but not enough for them to spill over the brim. river is but a fledgling little witch, finding her way, amidst the magic of this world. if wanda could be as selfish as to want to call her as one of her own.

her hands squeeze river's own tightly. )


It should be, but it isn't. You are learning magic, and you can create so much with it. ( her voice is a little quieter as she adds, throat a little tight— ) Don't be scared of it.

Let me help you control it.

( people have sought her out in the past before so that she can be a mentor to them. wanda is always unwilling, uncertain of her own abilities. right now, she offers it, so easily—easier than ever before.

to be an anchor for river, when she herself had hoped someone would teach her. agatha's intervention had come too late, but maybe wanda won't be so late, now. )