( CLOSED ) I DON'T WANT A LOT FOR CHRISTMAS.

[manipulative]

Who: Katherine + Stefan | Wanda + Amos.
What: December things.
When: December.
Where: Around.

Content warnings: Monsters, PTSD, mind control and drowning.

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[rocinantes]

No, but I'll have to ignore you if you do.

( just as an fyi. )

[explosion]

[ she cocks her brow in amusement. well, that presents a very interesting challenge. ]

You could never ignore me.

[ wanda stands taller and tips her chin upward in determination. ]

I am unignorable.

[rocinantes]

Who told you that?

( if he needed to ignore someone, he could do it. )

They lied.

[explosion]

My children.

[ she widens her close-slipped smile, cocking her brow slightly. will he say her children lied? it's quite possible that they did—they did favour her quite a lot—but wanda likes this trap she's set up for him. ]

[rocinantes]

( oh, that's both smart and low. he can't say anything about that and she knows it.

well played. )

Fine, I guess maybe they were right.

[explosion]

[ wanda smiles, pleased at her easy win. with her hands clasped in front of her, she begins to walk away from the car and toward the house. her feet sink into the deep layer of snow. ]

I wish that they were here. [ she still smiles despite the pang in her chest. she wants them here more than anything. it'd make the trench feel more complete. ] I think they would have a lot of fun in the snow.

[ without looking around, she guides an invisible hand into digging into the snow behind amos. forming it into a clump, she magically tosses it at the back of his head. ]

[rocinantes]

Yeah.

( he doesn't really know what to say to that, how to really...comfort even if she doesn't seem to need comfort.

but he knows that it's hard. )

I'm sure they'd be building a snowman. Or throwing snowballs at me.

[explosion]

[ wanda looks at him innocently. ] Like this?

[ this time, she lifts her hand and red magic whips around her fingers. she easily picks up a clump of snow and forms it into a ball and throws it at him without needing to bend down to gather snow in her hands. ]

[rocinantes]

Yeah.

( his voice is dry as the snow slides off of him. )

Like that. I think they would have done it better.