CLOSED | ❝It's coming down on me; water like misery❞

[divaricate]

WHO: divaricate + iminthebook
WHERE: places and stuff
WHEN: Current date
WHAT: things and shenanigans
WARNINGS: None to start

Over four and a half years is a while for Wanda — or anyone — to be in this world and experience several port outs of people she cares about in that time. This past week has had the distinguished honor of being the one that's hurt the most in all that time for her, especially since as always, as with anyone, she doesn't know if it's for a short time or forever. Which all mixes together to mean that she's almost been living in her office for the past four or five days, mostly coming home to shower and change into fresh, clean clothes. Sometimes a more comfy but restless nap. And when she's not doing that, she's been angrily magically exploding useless things, is so tired of this porting out bullshit every time, and is just generally done and upset.

Whatever, it's fine, probably, shhh.

So, as her day finds her now, she's just finished a shower and is attempting (key word) to get something resembling sleep on the bed. Which right now just looks like flopped on the bed, frustrated tears, and staring at the ceiling.

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[iminthebook]

And that is when, out of the air, blue light crackles, and Harry pops in, stumbling as he does, looking a touch older, and tireder, and with a few more grey hairs as he comes to a halt with one hand on the bed.

"Oh thank the gods. Wanda..." And then he leaps onto the bed, kissing the hell out of her. He really hates the porter some days. When the kissing finally breaks, arms wrapped around her, he smiles softly. He says only two things.

"I love you." And "Fuck the porter."

[divaricate]

She barely has time to register anything but kisses him back just as much. She doesn't let go when they stop, either.

"I love you too. And my sentiments exactly about the porter. It was a very long week; I didn't know if you would be back here or not, and the more days that went on, the more I got afraid, and are you okay?" So many emotions, so many words.

[iminthebook]

"A week? That's all? Geez." He sits there, then facing her, holding her. "It was three and a half, almost four months for me."

He shudders and then holds her close, pulling her in against him to hug her and touch her and just remind himself that he was with her again.

"I am so tired. The months were long and a lot, but the last three days sucked so hard." He just keeps holding on to her.

[divaricate]

"So it packed most of the fun for you at the end, lovely." Sarcasm, just a bit. She rests close up against him, not wanting to have much distance between them. "Anything I can do to help? Provide a pillow to scream into, listen while you talk about it, listen while you talk about anything but it, sleep?"

[iminthebook]

"All of the above sounds about right. But first." And he pulls out a small but bulging photo album. "I have pictures."

And he starts showing her pictures of his daughters Maggie and Bonea, and yes, he explains how he has a skull for a daughter, and of Mouse, and Mister, and even a few of the Carpenters, and his other friends, Karrin, Waldo, the Alphas, and more. He even has a single, starkly lit picture of Mab, her ethereal beauty almost overshadowed by her utter fearsome terrifying aspect.

And He snuggles her while he points and tells her names, but at the end, he drops it to the bed, and just holds her.

"I went back, right after I had left, right to the hospital again, you know? With no memory of here, and..." And he tells her the story, the whole damned thing, glossing over the relationship with Karrin, some, for while he had told her about that, he also is not dumb, and knows it is not nice to poke noses.

He tells her the story, and by the time he is done, his voice is hoarse, and he feels an odd sense of deja vu, as if he has somehow done this before. Shaking it off, he turns their heads to kiss her before relaxing again.

"So, yeah. MY world is lighting itself on fire. Fun times."

[divaricate]

She's very interested in all these pictures of people close to him, thinking as he goes over them, that she wishes she could meet all of them, especially Maggie and Bonea. She's glad he still has so many people there, especially with the way his world has a penchant (like hers) for having a way of lighting on fire frequently. As it seems to be doing now, as he says.

"It should be illegal for one person to have to deal with that much bullshit." She says, once he finishes the details of his world again. "Selfishly, I'm pretty glad you're here instead of there and don't have to deal with any of that yet while you're here." Even, she knows, if this world also has a way of imploding sometimes.

[iminthebook]

"I agree, but back there, there really is no fucking one else. " he rarely swears and it makes it all the more real when he does, but he smiles at her, tired but glad to see her, glad to hear her.

"I love you so much, Wanda. And I am so glad to be here with you again." He kisses her, slow and easy. He would rather be with her and face implosions here, than back home and alone.

[divaricate]

"There would be—" She starts, before he kisses her, and she kisses him back, moaning softly into the kiss before it eventually breaks. "—if I got to go back there with you." If only it worked like that. She'd be more than willing to help save his world, and she would also get to be with him and never see her world again, which are the two things she wants most. The where doesn't really matter, whether it's here or elsewhere.