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"You've reached David. Leave a message after the tone."

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unquiets

( I don't do it on purpose. he knows that! he's been there, decades of it, the unintended and unknown. actions, consequences. something and then blame. quickly, there's a flash of a thought, of what she'd said to him — "you can't hide behind that forever", and he thinks of reminding her. it's easy, isn't it, to offer up. an excuse, a reason, those that wasn't how I meant it. he knows, too, what it's like to have that thrown back in his face, told that it doesn't count.

what she had with pietro, he didn't have with amy. she was grounding, sure, a beacon of normality amongst everything else. not exactly hope because he'd known, even when she said otherwise, that she didn't ever really believe he'd have what she had — the house, the life, the family — but she'd been good at pretending. she couldn't read his thoughts, and it'd been better like that.

so this, with wanda, doesn't have a parallel. not with amy, not with syd, not with lenny. it's different, which is good. which is annoying. )

I'm not asking you to change who you are.

( first and foremost. )

What you can do. That'd be going back on my word.

( the whole you're not broken thing, the idea that she doesn't need to be fixed. )

But that doesn't mean I don't get to feel things. Not like... secrets. I don't like those.
But

Emotions are a journey, right? And sometimes that's what matters, the path, and sometimes it's about the destination.
Don't decide for me which is more important.

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carmesi

( with another exhale, wanda shifts, shoulders straightening, and starts mixing the ingredients: dry first, then with the wet ones— as she whisks, she releases the tension she held on her ability to feel, too, emotions. i'm not asking you to change who you are. it's probably for the best that he found out, even if... like this. )

It felt like I upset you.

( earlier, a few minutes ago. )

Just — tell me if I do. I won't read into it again.

( and perhaps someone should tell them that it's easy to get a little lost with such an open connection like this. what thoughts are your own? which ones aren't? for wanda, where do her emotions end and david's begin? for now, at least, his just feel sharper: like cymbals being hit again and again.

but perhaps it says something, that more so than getting 'the answer' from david, or whatever he was going to say about it, wanda preferred to figure out first what she had done to make him feel the way he had. it's a small thing, not perfect, but says something about her. )

From:

unquiets

You're reading into it now.

( it's not meant unkindly. there's even a laugh, short and dry, but it's there. )

Sometimes thoughts are just thoughts and feelings are just feelings. They don't always mean something — well, not anything that requires action.

( it says something about david in return, that he doesn't say whether she'd upset him or not, that he doesn't quite answer her question that isn't a question. it doesn't even occur to him, the difference between her asking why instead of just apologising — the why of something has never played much of a role in david's life, outside of broad strokes. and so wanda will find that david's emotions are always like this — loud, sudden, changeable.

he's made efforts to change that, at least on the surface. perception. up until now, here, lenny had been most privy to how little that control extended to beneath the surface, even with the house, but how do you hide your thoughts and feelings from someone that can be in your head?

(well— defences.)

a delay, then, david's attention drifting elsewhere for a second, two, then finally— )

I'll tell you. And we can have conversations, and then we can move on.

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carmesi

( there's a bit of a twist at him telling her that she's reading into it now. yes, wanda realizes, that's true; so, she stops. the thing about being a telepath that no one ever tells you about, be it reading thoughts or emotions or memories or anything in between and beyond, is that despite all this information, it is the receiver who has to interpret—translate—what it all is; parse through the information, figure out what to do with it. most people are simple and straightforward. david isn't most people. be it because of his powers, the 'sick' he had been labelled as (he had told her he isn't), all this farouk business—

it's not as uncomplicated.

it also feels like open honesty goes well with david, even if wanda is someone who would rather wrap her honesty in prickly jokes or behind a non-contest such as drinking a whole glass of wine to prove a point. )

That's what friends do. So. Sounds good to me.

( which brings her down to maybe figuring out an answer to his 'what do you mean, you're not looking for answers?' from before. )

You asked me why I'm not looking for answers. I don't care to solve things like they are problems to fix. I just want to know more about you. It feels like I learn more about myself and my powers by being around you. But I told you before, if all I ever end up learning is about you and stars, and play a card game together that we'll probably cheat at, then that is enough for me.

( two telepaths playing a card game about deceit... there's some humor in her words, though. )

So, yeah. You're different, too.

( 'i've never met anyone like you,' in her own terms. vision comes close, because of this connection between them, through the mind stone. but vision isn't here, and their fight in the german airport felt like a rupture too scary to consider reconciling, from her perspective. )

From:

unquiets

( it's an odd answer, one that david can't help but read a because into — but then, ultimately, isn't that the point? david had first invited himself to help wanda hand out care packages at the motel out of self-interest, and had then forced the conversation towards — well, honesty, obstensibly, but also admission. something wanda wouldn't have offered up on her own. david doesn't feel as if he learns anything new about himself or his powers by being around wanda, but it's because she has them that they're now this — whatever they are.

as he'd said, he doesn't like being alone. )

We? I don't cheat at card games.
But it's good to know you do.
Lets me know what to look out for.

( 'different' is a term he has mixed feelings on. it'd been the safe descriptor, when people hadn't actually wanted to say what they thought was wrong with him. 'oh, don't mind david, he's just ... different', said in that way where it didn't matter that most people aren't psychic, can't read minds, they'd all known what had been meant anyway.

different-difficult-challenging-a problem to be fixed
(even if wanda says she doesn't care about problems)

the response at first is a mild hum, contemplation, vague. )

I preferred it when I said 'special'.

From:

carmesi

( wanda knows that david knows what she means, about the cheating. so, she doesn't take it to heart, instead figuring that this is just him being light about it; they'll play, whenever he buys the card game proper, and wanda will clock him for reading her thoughts. it'll be fine—

as she cleans up the counter and stores the ready-to-use batter in the fridge, wanda's brow pinches and then relaxes, laughing despite herself.

she also didn't mean all that extra baggage that comes with the word 'different'. different is not unkind, in her book, because she considers herself the same. )

Do you want me to call you 'special'?
I can get you some gold star stickers, too.

From:

unquiets

( she should laugh more, he thinks, before (as)— )

What do I have to do to earn a star? Is there a prize at the end?

From:

carmesi

I already got you some prizes.

( in the cereal, but he can ponder on that for a while longer. also, this is silly, so wanda continues with that notion— )

I don't know what you can do, but I'll give you one when I feel you've earned it. Make a constellation with them and you can have a bigger prize.

( suppose it all goes back to stars between them. )

From:

unquiets

( immediately, with a curiosity that's both earnest and bewildered— )

You did?

( that segues into something that's a bit like exasperation — that sounds ridiculous — just edged with fondness. )

Not an asterism?

...You don't even know what any constellations look like.
I could cheat.

From:

carmesi

It sounds to me like I'm several steps ahead, David.

( if he thinks back on their conversation, he might figure it out. otherwise, he's in for a few surprises later on. which might as well be better. )

I thought you didn't cheat? It can be an asterism.
Are you going to cheat?

From:

unquiets

( just because she has a book, that doesn't mean she's memorised anything yet! )

Quid pro quo. You cheat, I cheat. Levels the playing field.

From:

carmesi

If (and only if) I cheat, it's not like I am earning a prize. You are willing to earn a big prize through cheating? That's not going to feel great. And I'm going to think all the shapes you make are made up. I will have to double check before you submit them.

How come you're the only one getting a prize?

From:

unquiets

Did we say there wasn't going to be a prize for whoever wins at our card games?
Besides, satisfaction's like its own prize.

Do you want a star chart?

From:

carmesi

Satisfaction is for people who aren't sure they will win.
Let's make the stakes high.

( remember: she is competitive. she also thinks a star chart is a proper reflection of the stars in space, not.... )

Star chart? Sure.

From:

unquiets

Isn't it the other side of curiosity?
How high?

( david may be less competitive, but he has more whimsy. )

Consider it done.

From:

carmesi

Yes. But we're not cats.
I think the highest stakes are things that we would owe each other, no questions asked. Or do you want an object as a prize?

From:

unquiets

Owe each other?

( ???? )

From:

carmesi

( ???? )

Like a favor?

From:

unquiets

Oh.

( punctuated by a pause because, like, you don't need to win at things to want to do a favour for someone else? be in a position to owe a favour or be owed? )

Yeah, no. That makes sense. We can earn points to be able to... do things for each other without recrimination.

From:

carmesi

There has to be a difference with these favors to normal ones, though. They get to be special. Do you need examples?

From:

unquiets

Yes.

( please enlighten him on special favours, wanda. )

Are we talking massages? Cooks dinner for a week?

From:

carmesi

Hm... Yes, something like that. Are you good at massages?

Or it could be like truth or dare. Share silly secrets or do something you might not do before because you want to. Like eat a very spicy pepper.