[ lost as all the rest of them, and too young to steel herself entirely away. despite best or half-assed efforts.
still, something continues to instill some ease — by meager inches and not miles, perhaps but you get tired of being afraid all the time. adrenaline leaves cold fingers in its wake, and wanda brings a welcome distraction max couldn't have even began to think she wanted.
she watches wanda with a growing pinch of a smile that's genuine — not often worn in most recent months. cool name, huh? ] Yours too.
[ a part of her wonders if she should be so trusting — vecna, after all, plays tricks on the mind but she follows her instinct in this moment and decides to go with it instead of against. lean into the proverbial comfort of something familiar without ever having met this person before. and hey, if it's just wanda's magic at work? max might actually be okay with it, because she's tired of remembering the pain. ] Mine's — short for Maxine.
[ she falls quiet again, in part listening and in part caught up by how effortless the grass springs back from a wave of wanda's hands. what else could she do, she wonders?
it feels awkward to ask. there's a lot of questions to ask, too and instead, she nearly rolls her eyes at the mention of rowan: ] If you say so. It felt like he talks at you more than to you. [ and more to the point, do they pull naked, half-dead minors out of that pool a lot?
it follows a nod, though: ] Yeah — I am. I'm from Hawkins, Indiana? It's a small town. [ small and weird and a little cursed, so it's totally alright if no one knows it, she doesn't add, looking instead to the horse grazing happily some ways away. ] I know New York, but — not Sokovia. Is that where you're from?
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still, something continues to instill some ease — by meager inches and not miles, perhaps but you get tired of being afraid all the time. adrenaline leaves cold fingers in its wake, and wanda brings a welcome distraction max couldn't have even began to think she wanted.
she watches wanda with a growing pinch of a smile that's genuine — not often worn in most recent months. cool name, huh? ] Yours too.
[ a part of her wonders if she should be so trusting — vecna, after all, plays tricks on the mind but she follows her instinct in this moment and decides to go with it instead of against. lean into the proverbial comfort of something familiar without ever having met this person before. and hey, if it's just wanda's magic at work? max might actually be okay with it, because she's tired of remembering the pain. ] Mine's — short for Maxine.
[ she falls quiet again, in part listening and in part caught up by how effortless the grass springs back from a wave of wanda's hands. what else could she do, she wonders?
it feels awkward to ask. there's a lot of questions to ask, too and instead, she nearly rolls her eyes at the mention of rowan: ] If you say so. It felt like he talks at you more than to you. [ and more to the point, do they pull naked, half-dead minors out of that pool a lot?
it follows a nod, though: ] Yeah — I am. I'm from Hawkins, Indiana? It's a small town. [ small and weird and a little cursed, so it's totally alright if no one knows it, she doesn't add, looking instead to the horse grazing happily some ways away. ] I know New York, but — not Sokovia. Is that where you're from?