[ if he was expecting a scientifically accurate correction, he'd be very, very wrong. wanda likes to make up stories—and she thinks that's better than the truth sometimes.
so, she makes the tree extend its arm, stretching it with cracks of bark falling to the ground, and forming a fist as if it's trying to steal the sun from the sky. ]
[ wanda looks at him with surprise, pointing to herself in utter disbelief. never mind that he's completely right. ]
Can you not see the halo? [ when she gestures in a general up direction, he'll see a slight glow around the crown of her head as if she's standing directly in front of the sun. ]
[ she flattens her hands against the top of her head and makes a show of feeling around for them, uncaring that she musses some of her hair up. threading her fingers through the stands, she purses her lips in pursuit of her horns… and then stops, mouth dropping open. ]
I feel one!
[ she smiles widely as she rubs her right hand back and forth and drops her left. ]
Oh, it's very small. It must mean I'm good and trustworthy.
[ wanda lifts her brows as she looks at him rather pointedly. he has very fluffy hair and a sharp jawline, but that's nothing in comparison to her very angelic horns. ]
All I see is… [ she gestures toward his head. ] What is that? Your hair is like a bird's nest.
[ she clasps her hands together and smiles, greatly amused by how unruffled he is. truthfully, that's her being nice. wanda's been a lot crueller to people with very little reason to be.
[ wanda raises her hands and wiggles her fingers, laughing as she pretends that she's going to bypass his hands and mess with his hair. it'd be easy to do. she could make it happen in a blink of an eye. but wanda doesn't want to do something against his will. she doesn't want to do that anymore. ]
It's okay, I suppose. [ she drops her hands and rolls her shoulders, looking pointedly at his hair. ] It could be a lot worse. You could have a mohawk.
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[ wanda feigns a look of utter shock at such an accusation. ]
I'm just saying... We were talking about space trees and then people-eating trees... This tree could be a vegetarian.
[ and, much like groot, she quietly manipulates it to move its branch-arm so it can take a chomp of a leaf. ]
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( they weren't going to eat people or vegetables. )
They eat the sunlight. That's what their diet is.
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Trees don't eat sunlight. They steal it.
[ if he was expecting a scientifically accurate correction, he'd be very, very wrong. wanda likes to make up stories—and she thinks that's better than the truth sometimes.
so, she makes the tree extend its arm, stretching it with cracks of bark falling to the ground, and forming a fist as if it's trying to steal the sun from the sky. ]
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( he glances at her, frowning. )
I think you're making stuff up to get a rise out of me.
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[ wanda looks at him with surprise, pointing to herself in utter disbelief. never mind that he's completely right. ]
Can you not see the halo? [ when she gestures in a general up direction, he'll see a slight glow around the crown of her head as if she's standing directly in front of the sun. ]
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( and he doesn't even know about her cool scarlet witch costume.
he smirks. )
I think my guess is better.
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You're mistaken. [ she informs him matter-of-factly. ] It's a halo. The horns are merely a… shadow. An ill-fated shadow.
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( which — )
Shadow or not, they're still there, aren't they?
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I feel one!
[ she smiles widely as she rubs her right hand back and forth and drops her left. ]
Oh, it's very small. It must mean I'm good and trustworthy.
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( you know who doesn't believe you, wanda? it's stefan, he doesn't. )
I think if you have the devil horns at all, it means you've got that streak in you.
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[ wanda lifts her brows as she looks at him rather pointedly. he has very fluffy hair and a sharp jawline, but that's nothing in comparison to her very angelic horns. ]
All I see is… [ she gestures toward his head. ] What is that? Your hair is like a bird's nest.
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( stefan makes a face, tsks her slowly. )
Come on, I'd expect better of you.
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she looks up at his hair. ]
I can turn it into a bird's nest if you prefer?
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( he raises a hand protectively, holding the other hand out. )
My hair is my hair. No one needs to touch it.
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It's okay, I suppose. [ she drops her hands and rolls her shoulders, looking pointedly at his hair. ] It could be a lot worse. You could have a mohawk.
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( he motions at her hair with his fingers and raises an eyebrow. )
You ever do anything but just let it lay limply?