Dying was meant to be it. The end. And as a general rule, it was. Except when it wasn’t. And it’s always a very jarring situation on the revival end of things. Especially when it meant remembering dying. That shouldn’t happen. It couldn’t. Can’t.
But here he is anyway, despite it all.
He’s sat on the front porch of some out of the way house he doesn’t know or recognize. The place that the wizard had decided he should be. Wait here, he had said, your sister will be here.
So far, that seems not to have been true. Pietro has looked through every inch of the house at least two dozen times. No sign of her anywhere inside it, though there is no denying there are traces of her in the house.
Wanda’s things are still not actually Wanda, and his impatience grows the longer the wait stretches on.
Until—
There, in the distance, someone is coming. Pietro watches the easy, non-hurried steps and aches to go meet her. But it would be better to let her find him, so he tamps the urge down and waits for her to reach the front steps, where he’s been perched for awhile now.
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Date: 2022-09-08 08:35 pm (UTC)But here he is anyway, despite it all.
He’s sat on the front porch of some out of the way house he doesn’t know or recognize. The place that the wizard had decided he should be. Wait here, he had said, your sister will be here.
So far, that seems not to have been true. Pietro has looked through every inch of the house at least two dozen times. No sign of her anywhere inside it, though there is no denying there are traces of her in the house.
Wanda’s things are still not actually Wanda, and his impatience grows the longer the wait stretches on.
Until—
There, in the distance, someone is coming. Pietro watches the easy, non-hurried steps and aches to go meet her. But it would be better to let her find him, so he tamps the urge down and waits for her to reach the front steps, where he’s been perched for awhile now.
“Sestra…”