[Wilhelm nods and tries to shelve the thought. He has already surrendered countless hours to what ifs that never soothe but only exacerbate all the aches in his heart, the way prodding at a bruise only deepens it.
Following Wanda's cue, he imagines into existence a saucer on which he can set his teabag now that it's steeped for a few minutes. Whatever she's on the precipice of saying, he senses it's important — and when she says it, understanding alights on his expression.]
Sure, I'd love to see it.
[He'd gotten a hazy glimpse of Pietro once, that time Wanda's powers surged out of her control, shaped out of raw emotion. But that afternoon is all jumbled up in his memories. Now Wanda has risen from that dark place — though he knows the darkness doesn't just go away, it shrinks to hide inside of you somewhere. He recognizes that she's opening up on her own terms.]
I tried drawing Erik, but...it didn't look much like him.
[Though he chuckles and shakes his head, he can't quite hide his disappointment.]
[it's hard when there aren't pictures to conserve the memories of loved ones, especially lost loved ones. wanda is sure that wilhelm must have plenty of pictures of his older brother—back home. as for wanda, she and pietro grew up without the possibility of saving any pictures; whatever albums they had, whatever cameras they used, they were all lost at one point or another.]
Maybe Steve could draw it for you. [she can't keep herself from saying.] Steve Rogers.
[and, as if to continue this pitch of why steve is the best choice for this... wanda creates from the horizon's nothing, a piece of paper with a sketch. a bust of pietro's face, his usual grin and the mirth in his eyes, messy hair. it's as perfect a rendition as it gets, and steve is very talented when it comes to drawing, even if it seems he's not the type.
[Leaning forward, Wilhelm studies the sketch with a seriousness that belongs in the hush of an art museum. Even on the paper, he can see the similarities that mark Pietro as Wanda's sibling. He nods, not because he thinks his approval matters, but because he...appreciates her sharing something so close to her heart with him. It's nice to be let in somewhere sacred.]
He looks like he's fun to be around.
[Was, he's supposed to say, but the past tense often cuts too sharp, weighs too heavy. With the first tentative sip of his tea, he considers Wanda's offer. He does have some photos of Erik in the house he's made for himself here in the Horizon, but it would be even better to have a reminder of his brother to keep in the castle.]
If your friend doesn't mind...I'd really like that. [A beat, his brow wrinkling.] But how, uh...how would I show him what Erik looks like?
[she appreciates that wilhelm is able to see the nature of pietro in this drawing. there's something exciting about being able to share the likeness of her brother to others, without having to rely on memories or spoken descriptions.
wanda smiles at that, knowing that it never gets quite easy talking about him, but the memories can still be good.]
—with magic, drawing out of your memories, perhaps? [it shouldn't be so complicated.] Steve Rogers. Maybe you've met him before.
[Pietro and Erik had that in common, a magnetic presence that drew everyone to them. And the way Wanda says it, he suspects that they have something in common too: a shortage of charisma, which forces them to fake their way through social situations. His smile is soft and a little somber. At her suggestion, it flattens to a look of contemplation. He nods in tentative agreement. While he's apprehensive of the idea of anyone rooting through his memories, he thinks he can trust Wanda to tread lightly.]
Yeah, I know him. [He taps the side of his mug.] Well...I messaged him, like, once.
[He gestures to his head, indicating the magical network of sorts that links their minds. That once, he'd been an awkward mess as usual and asked about something he shouldn't have. So...that's the main thing he remembers Steve by.]
[ah, just the once— it takes her a moment, but wanda thinks that she can pinpoint when was an opportunity to contact steve. he isn't exactly one putting himself out there to be contacted, preferring quiet and privacy.
that had been a rather loud display of the avengers, hadn't it?
wanda's smile softens.]
Steve became like family to me after I lost Pietro. We worked together for a time, and — well, I think he's one of the better people I've met.
[It's good that Wanda had found someone to rely on after she lost her brother. The empty space ripped open in your life where someone important used to be becomes a kind of blackhole that pulls you away from everyone else. You have to find someone who can pull you back with enough force. For Wilhelm, it had been Simon. And then he lost him too.
But he's found a few good people here.]
He seemed cool.
[Sipping his tea, he looks at her over the lip of the mug.]
So...how does it work? Like, sharing a memory with you.
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Following Wanda's cue, he imagines into existence a saucer on which he can set his teabag now that it's steeped for a few minutes. Whatever she's on the precipice of saying, he senses it's important — and when she says it, understanding alights on his expression.]
Sure, I'd love to see it.
[He'd gotten a hazy glimpse of Pietro once, that time Wanda's powers surged out of her control, shaped out of raw emotion. But that afternoon is all jumbled up in his memories. Now Wanda has risen from that dark place — though he knows the darkness doesn't just go away, it shrinks to hide inside of you somewhere. He recognizes that she's opening up on her own terms.]
I tried drawing Erik, but...it didn't look much like him.
[Though he chuckles and shakes his head, he can't quite hide his disappointment.]
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Maybe Steve could draw it for you. [she can't keep herself from saying.] Steve Rogers.
[and, as if to continue this pitch of why steve is the best choice for this... wanda creates from the horizon's nothing, a piece of paper with a sketch. a bust of pietro's face, his usual grin and the mirth in his eyes, messy hair. it's as perfect a rendition as it gets, and steve is very talented when it comes to drawing, even if it seems he's not the type.
being a soldier and all.
wanda turns the paper over for wilhelm to see.]
This was Pietro. My brother.
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He looks like he's fun to be around.
[Was, he's supposed to say, but the past tense often cuts too sharp, weighs too heavy. With the first tentative sip of his tea, he considers Wanda's offer. He does have some photos of Erik in the house he's made for himself here in the Horizon, but it would be even better to have a reminder of his brother to keep in the castle.]
If your friend doesn't mind...I'd really like that. [A beat, his brow wrinkling.] But how, uh...how would I show him what Erik looks like?
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[she appreciates that wilhelm is able to see the nature of pietro in this drawing. there's something exciting about being able to share the likeness of her brother to others, without having to rely on memories or spoken descriptions.
wanda smiles at that, knowing that it never gets quite easy talking about him, but the memories can still be good.]
—with magic, drawing out of your memories, perhaps? [it shouldn't be so complicated.] Steve Rogers. Maybe you've met him before.
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Yeah, I know him. [He taps the side of his mug.] Well...I messaged him, like, once.
[He gestures to his head, indicating the magical network of sorts that links their minds. That once, he'd been an awkward mess as usual and asked about something he shouldn't have. So...that's the main thing he remembers Steve by.]
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that had been a rather loud display of the avengers, hadn't it?
wanda's smile softens.]
Steve became like family to me after I lost Pietro. We worked together for a time, and — well, I think he's one of the better people I've met.
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But he's found a few good people here.]
He seemed cool.
[Sipping his tea, he looks at her over the lip of the mug.]
So...how does it work? Like, sharing a memory with you.