Wanda and Pietro

[quicksilvery]

They were supposed to be finally free. They were supposed to be fine. No spectre of their father hanging over their heads. No need to repress their love. No need to be anything except their perfect, uncompromising selves.

Pietro was supposed to be finally, finally able to love Wanda with all the fierceness of his wretched heart in their own home.

But Lorna, their father's fucktoy/mentee/imaginary daughter, was in their home. Their safest place. Their only place.

He thought he might go mad.

He was lying facedown on the couch, one hand tapping by his side - so fast that it was nothing more than a soundless blur - waiting for Wanda to come home from class, for their precious hour or so before Lorna would show up.

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[scarredletwitch]

Philosophy classes were always her favorite. It amused her, arguing about the nature of reality when she could warp it at will.

Okay, so it led to a few drunken existential crises as well, but she was firmly ignoring that fact.

Her classmates invited her to have coffee with them--and argue some more, natch--but she waved them off. While it might be fun, it was much more important to get home to Pietro and enjoy what little alone time they had these days. If only their father would man up and and take Lorna as his teenage mistress publicly, she could move in with him and leave the twins alone.

Wanda dropped her bag in the front entranceway, fingertips sparking as the door locked itself behind her.