[ wanda has been mulling this over for a while. she's more than hesitant (absolutely afraid) to venture back out into the forest again after what happened during the expedition — every night she sees eleven's face, pieces of eleven — but she's equally smothered and claustrophobic in town.
she doesn't trust will as much as you could fill a teaspoon, and robin... there's no telling.
the only people who don't seem to give her That Look about the whole thing are elektra and matt. elektra because of who she is; matt — well, his eyes aren't the most expressive behind those shades, but he doesn't flex his jaw in a probing way, either. they know how to fold things up, let her process, let her make the first move — while they deal with their own quandaries.
they both remind her of home.
so it's to elektra's door she comes with this idea, to finally get out. more or less. she knocks three times, not too late at night. ]
backdated ( prompting exploration ).
she doesn't trust will as much as you could fill a teaspoon, and robin... there's no telling.
the only people who don't seem to give her That Look about the whole thing are elektra and matt. elektra because of who she is; matt — well, his eyes aren't the most expressive behind those shades, but he doesn't flex his jaw in a probing way, either. they know how to fold things up, let her process, let her make the first move — while they deal with their own quandaries.
they both remind her of home.
so it's to elektra's door she comes with this idea, to finally get out. more or less.
she knocks three times, not too late at night. ]