HEX MAGIC.

            [ 💥   ]    an extremely private, primarily earth - 616 based   WANDA MAXIMOFF  of the marvel universe.  adult themes, such as mental illness, are present.   please read rules before interacting.  

                                                                  *  prev.  corechaos. 

                    “   we’re being followed. luckily, anything outside of a non-formative heterosexual relationship makes the masses uncomfortable.   ”   natasha can’t help the smile that slowly spreads on her lips,   “   although that last one was merely because i wanted it. i hope you don’t mind. we gotta get out of here though.   ”   especially if they didn’t want to get caught up in a fight that they didn’t have time for with too many civilians around. 

WANDA  WOULD  NEVER  TRULY  UNDERSTAND  HOW  THE  SPY  THOUGHT.    her  mind  clicked  with  a  sense  of  calm  that  she  envied,  and  her  ability  to  see  the  world  around  her  with  a  panicked  red  like  wanda  made  her  feel  a  sense  of  safety.    AND  SHE  SMILED,    looking  over  her  shoulder  at  what  she  assumed  was  the  threat.    ❝      are  you  trying  to  say  you  don't  want  me  to  start  blasting  away?    ❞          she  turned  her  eyes  back  to  her  partner.      ❝    and  no.  I  don't.    ❞          

a whine escapes his lips, like a stubborn puppy refuting its owner’s scolding. yet, his answer is resolute.  “ positive. ”  he’s acted this for almost two decades; being in front of the camera is practically second nature. and if all goes wrong, he’ll improvise something on the spot. simple.  “ i process criticism well, so i won’t complain. i swear. ”  he pulls her to her feet  —  “ c’mon, let’s go. ”  —  as if he’s mere moments from whisking her away.  “ before they close. then, we can go to this new speakeasy i heard of. ”

HE  ALWAYS  SEEMED  TO  HAVE  THE  ENERGY  TO  GO.    her  hand  slipped  into  his  and  squeezed  it  and  rose  to  her  feet.    eyes  looked  down  at  him,  giving  his  palm  a  squeeze    ❝    are  you  going  to  let  me  get  ready  first?    ❞        she  asked  as  she  bent  her  knee  to  rest  it  against  the  couch  he  sat  on.  IT  WAS  ALWAYS  SO  TEMPTING  TO  FALL  INTO  HIM.    despite  the  walls,  his  eyes  made  it  tricky.      ❝    i  can't  go  out  in  these  jeans.    these  are  inside  jeans.      ❞    

              𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬   𝐨𝐟   𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬   𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲   𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧   𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ,       𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 - 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐝   𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞   𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬      amidst  silent  study  of  the  rather  peculiar  group  standing  before  him :       now  walled  by  both  corporalki  &  etherealki .       at  an  ordinary  moment ,       lthe  darkling     couldn’t  care  less     about  outcast  traveleres       ―       yet  there  he’d  stand ,       dark  shape  towering  over  apparent     otkazat’sya :       gaze  locked  upon  a  particular  one  pointed  as  able  to  summon  a  unique  element .       not  the  one  he  would     forever     seek ,       but  still  worth  of  attention .

                                             ❝  so …  ❞              the  general  started ,       cold  words  unable  to  truly  veil  the     harsh  edge     of  his  voice  against  the  cold  air  to  cut  the  now  empty  road  they’d  all  stand  on .              ❝  who  and  what  are  you ?  ❞

@chaosbent···        ⋙sc.

EVERYTHING  WAS  THINLY  VEILED  WITH  SHARPNESS.    the  bitter  cold  wasn't  meant  to  crack  this  cold,  yet  the  shiver  dropped  down  the  woman's  spine.    dark  eyes  looked  up  at  the  figure,  and  the  multi-colored  flags  that  followed  out  her  clan  flicked  loudly.    THOUGH  SHE  DIDN'T  WANT  TO  STOP  LOOKING  AT  HIM.    it  wasn't  safe  enough.  dressed  in  red,  she  stood  up  and  pulled  the  fabric  off  the  top  of  her  head  to  reveal  a  mess  of  near-black  ringlets.    she  rested  her  bucket  by  the  well  and  stood  up.