IC Inbox

[araignee_du_soir]

Voice / Video / Text / Passive Aggressive Notes

Comments

[araignee_du_soir]

Tres bien.

Did The Dark One at least package it properly?

[scepterschild]

Yes. It was in a velvet black box.

[Which she's keeping though it's hidden in her room.]

[araignee_du_soir]

Good. He and I have had miscommunication over specifics before.

[scepterschild]

He doesn't strike me as the listening type.

What happened before?

[araignee_du_soir]

I asked for more fitting decor to my suite. He decided to provide me with an old photograph.

[scepterschild]

Do you like the photograph?

[araignee_du_soir]

I do not know.

It is precious to me. I was not prepared to receive it.

[Which may explain why Widowmaker was more distant than normal the latter half of August.]

[scepterschild]

Then perhaps he gave you what you asked for, even in a strange way.

[araignee_du_soir]

I do not appreciate having this given to me without warning.

[scepterschild]

They have that tendency but it sounds like you've gotten used to making sure they give you want you want.

[araignee_du_soir]

It's times like this where I wish I had the capacity for anger. Instead of just irritation.

[scepterschild]

You can ask our hosts. They can give emotions as well as magic.

[araignee_du_soir]

[There were a few very long minutes before Widowmaker replied. Thankfully this had been over the tomes via written word and not the crystal as the look on the sniper's face as she read Wanda's message would have revealed she wasn't nearly as emotionless as she claimed to be.]

That would be a very bad idea.

[scepterschild]

Why is that?

Does anger frighten you?

[araignee_du_soir]

No.

[Possessing full emotions frightens her.]

I simply would not longer be able to function.

[scepterschild]

Why is that?

[araignee_du_soir]

Because I'm broken. I don't want to talk about this right now.

[The lines scratching out those words were heavy and quickly placed, but it's possible Wanda caught them in the moment before they were rendered illegible.]

[scepterschild]

Then not right now.

[It's a reprieve, that's all because Wanda wants to know.]

[araignee_du_soir]

[Another few long minutes before the script appears.]

Come make me forget. Please.

to Action!

[scepterschild]

I'll be right there.

[It doesn't take more than ten minutes for Widowmaker to hear a soft knock on her door.]

[araignee_du_soir]

Entrez.

[Widowmaker simply called out to Wanda, choosing not to move from where she was at her window. Wearing a white satin robe, hair down, the spider had a glass of wine in her hand and her gaze firmly planted on the mist laden view outdoors. She couldn't -see- anything through the fog, but that didn't seem to matter.

Her room was still somewhat sparse (for her) with a couple excellently crafted wardrobes on one side, a vanity with a mirror on the other, a couple mostly empty bookshelves, and a small collection of wine bottles on a small table by a chaise lounge. Some of the bottles had been opened but most were sealed. Her four poster bed had dark purple drapery about it, though they were tied back at each corner, and a bedside table had a lit candelabra... and a picture frame laid face down upon it.]

[scepterschild]

[When Wanda steps inside, Widowmaker might notice that she's already completely naked, except for the necklace that's looped delicately around her throat. It hadn't been a long walk to Widowmaker's room but Wanda had trailed the path wearing nothing but the spiders gift.

Bare feet whisper across the floor as she steps to Widowmaker's side and drapes her arms around her shoulders.

Wanda nibbles at the woman's ear while pressing her body against the thin robe.] How is this to help you forget?

[araignee_du_soir]

[Upon reaching Widowmaker, Wanda would notice the same high tech dangerous looking rifle from that one dream leaning against the wall by the window. One might wonder why she had it by the window, but it hadn't been fired on castle grounds; it would draw too much attention.

Finding Wanda clad in nothing but a spider's web was definitely distracting and certainly a step in the right direction. Too much whirled in Widowmaker's mind right then, too much push and pull between her protocols and what emotions she could feel.]

A start. [Widowmaker turned toward Wanda, free hand trailing up her bare body to cup the pendant in her plan.] This looks good on you, minette.

[scepterschild]

[A light playful smile touched Wanda's lips as her light green eyes shined with desire and warmth. She knows that this is a dangerous game and her heart is in danger of being torn to pieces but she can't help herself.]

I thought you'd like to appreciate what's yours. [She leans forward and presses a kiss against Widowmaker's clavicle.] And let me worship you for such a gift. Just for tonight. Tomorrow I'll have you worship me.

[It's a bit of a challenge but playful and teasing. It's difficult to tell if Wanda is serious or not.]

[araignee_du_soir]

[A certain dynamic had risen between Widowmaker and Wanda in regards to whatever this was between them. The sniper wouldn't call it a relationship, but that was because she was incapable of having what was colloquially known as one. Perhaps this was one and she just didn't know it; it had been close to a decade since she was involved with someone other than her husband enough to give gifts and make bold possessive proclamations. It was possible Wanda had expected this to be more of their normal, Widowmaker being heavy handed and harsh in her sexual expression, but not tonight. Widowmaker just wanted to forget, to not think, to free herself for a bit... and to do that she would be putting herself in Wanda's hands.]

You cannot stay the night. You'll have to return to your room afterward. [Her fingers trailed over Wanda's back and then she set the wine glass on the window's sill.] Do not take it personally...

[Widowmaker turned her head down into Wanda's hair.] It's just not safe.