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thisavrou IC Inbox[A sharp, ambiguous face appears on the directory screen; the voice is a curt, ironic alto.]
You've reached Bel Thorne. Leave me a vidcall or message here and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
[note: Bel is in cryo from May 9 to May 23, and messages received during that span will be answered after it.]
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[She nods while they talk, follows along with the story in Bel's memories. It doesn't hurt, but it's definitely fortunate Zam already dragged Rinzler off. Wanda would not be gentle, not after seeing what he did.]
When you were hurt...I knew. I could feel that something bad had happened, but I didn't... [She squeezes their hand again. Bad memories of Sokovia, bad visions of the future.] I was afraid it was worse.
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fortunately there's an alternative!] If one of... of these other beds move, pull it over here? All the amenities....~ [still gripping her hand, warm and reassuring in theirs. she can move things without it, right? because she's awesome. c:] I'm glad you came.
[might find questions later, but that she knew... it's overwhelming, humbling. the mental load she must have to carry, and yet she's still here, with such kindness in her eyes....
almost reverent] You're truly amazing. Wish it could've been something nicer, not this. [pulls her hand closer, cheek leaning against her knuckles. thank you.]
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[It's kind of sweet how concerned Bel is about such trivial things - she's slept in far worse conditions than a chair in the medbay. But Wanda has a sneaking suspicion that they won't let this go, so she rolls her eyes in fond exasperation and pulls an empty bed over with a flick of her wrist and flash of red.
...if anyone on the staff wants to harass her about it tomorrow, she'll just tell them she's on watch in case Rinzler somehow gets away from Zam. That makes sense, right?]
This is what happens if I am close to someone. It's like a spider's web - I know when the threads pull or break. [She squeezes their hand again, gently.] But we can talk about it later. You need to rest.
[Which means they're going to have to let go of her for a few seconds - Wanda's unwilling to initiate that with Bel in this state.]
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and sure, it makes total sense. who knows what that guy's capable of, srsly. and sleeping here also makes total sense. she'll need all her wits about her for tomorrow's interrogation! and all the better to question Bel and Tron about their own parts in it if she's right here with them, right? soooo much sense, this is clearly the smartest thing to do.~]
...'ll right. Whenever you want. [can wait. good at that! she's here -- the waking was an accident, but somehow this makes it feel as though she'd still somehow be here even if she couldn't have come in person. it's a sweet, warm feeling, lingering as Bel's head tips back and their hands part for the moment. she reminds them of... flowers at dusk, maybe. the skin of a cello, wine-dark under candlelight, breathing music.
a little frayed, this new string to her bow, but not going to break. it's okay.]
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...which leads to the other reason for this arrangement.]
They gave you something for the pain, yes? It might make your dreams strange but...
[Wanda looks away and fusses with the sheets on her own side, uncertain. It's one thing to reveal that you can read another's thoughts and quite another to let on how simple it is to change them. It's more than memory sharing - she can twist them into anything she wants. Very dangerous in the hands of someone not inclined to be careful with it...
...and once upon a time she didn't care as much as she should have.]
I can stop that from happening, keep the nightmares away.
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her offer takes a moment to parse; there were medications, yes, Bel's not even sure what. the sleepy fog isn't too strong to hold off, but so tempting to slip into, especially with someone they trust staying close, lending warmth and safety to an unsecured location. but she can stop dreams? that sounds so handy; how many times has Bel grumpily wished for way to turn those off?
but of course she looks hesitant; holding one's own nightmares off is hard enough, it must be even harder to fend off someone else's. she doesn't have to deal with all that for Bel's sake.
about to say so when it does click that they're not the only one who would have to deal with the dreams if they came. sorry, Wanda, just... really not used to the implications of all this? she could fall headfirst into too many secrets, but nothing she probably hasn't already; the principle people involved were all here before Bel anyway. the idea of being changed doesn't even come up. of course she wouldn't, not unless they deserved it, and frankly people who deserved it could take their chances.
so right now... they could waste time and strength and sleep on both of their parts asking for a full explanation, or just go with the gut on this one. and there's no question about what that says.]
I'd like that, a lot. 'f it isn't harder to do than... the dreams would be.... do it. I trust you. [and would like that hand back when you're done with your blankets? hers is warm and sweet, and they'd like her to have the reminder that they're not going anywhere.]