Twin Roses Mingle (visitors welcome)

[passingthrough]

Who: Twin Roses crew and pals! (Soon-to-be pals?)
Broadcast: Video to the crew only
Action: Twin Roses
When: Breakfast now, mingling through the month

[Private video to the crew]
[It starts with just panning over the kitchen counter full of food. There are so many donuts Vash might let you have one as well as fruits, breads, meats, and eggs she managed to buy while they were still in the last system. She even managed to find a combination of squeezed fruits that made a great juice. Kind of pineapple orange banana flavored with a twist? It was way too much fresh food for just Kitty to enjoy. Normally she’d just let everyone know it was up for grabs to make what they wanted, but today she wanted to do something special—a breakfast together.

And when they arrive they'll also find there is a little box for each of them containing some metalwork she had commissioned on the planet—a pin with two stylized roses on it in honor of the Twin Roses.]

I hope you worked up an appetite with all that sleeping. And if you had anyone sleep over they’re welcome too.

And even if you don’t eat or already got something could you stop by? There are some things we should figure out together. [More on that, soon.]

Comments

[seeingscarlet]

[Well, it's hardly as if specifically making time to cuddle is a chore.]

At home, everyone knew our government was corrupt. But they weren't as bad as what we had before, so some people thought it wasn't worth fighting. They thought we would make it worse. They couldn't imagine that it could be better.

[She tries to call another sensory memory to the forefront: her fingers lightly running down his spine.]

I think it is similar here. We have to inspire them to hope again.

Just like you helped me.

[unbearablynaive]

[That...sounds right. Being so afraid of making things worse that you can't imagine they could be better.]

It is always worth fighting. But I don't know how to explain that to someone who doesn't believe it.

[seeingscarlet]

If we win even a small victory, people will start to hope again. They have to see that it is possible.

The Atroma haven't done anything to us yet.

[unbearablynaive]

[He nods slightly.]

No. Though it seemed to have little enough effect at all. I would not call it a victory yet.

[seeingscarlet]

Remember when we opened the crate? They punished us immediately.

We will win in small steps, but we will win someday.

[unbearablynaive]

If you can call that a punishment.

[Yes, it had been terribly inconvenient to be trapped out of phase for that long, but it hadn't been anything he couldn't live with. Not to mention that most had it lighter than him.]

I do hope so.

[seeingscarlet]

[She tugs on another sensory memory: a series of soft kisses over his forehead and the Mind Stone.]

You lost control of your body. I can't forgive them for that.

But we've survived worse than this.

[unbearablynaive]

[It was still more of an inconvenience than a punishment. Punishment would have been taking him away, or taking Wanda away.]

We have. And I will continue to fight so that we may survive more.

[seeingscarlet]

[After breakfast wraps up she wordlessly takes Vision's hand and leads him back to their room. It could have gone worse, but it definitely could have gone better. ]

It's all right, [she tells him through their link, wrapping her arms around him before the door to their room has even fully closed.] I'm here. I love you.

[She still doesn't speak as her hands begin to rub soothing circles over his back and shoulders. She could, now that they have relative privacy, but she'll let Vision take the lead. Some things are just easier to think than to say.]

Take what you need from me, love.

[unbearablynaive]

[He's troubled by what has just happened, and no mistake; perhaps it was inevitable and perhaps it wasn't, but if he'd still been captain of the ship that would have been considered a failure. Failure to keep the crew together, failure to compromise, failure to understand. But then, he'd never known Remy particularly well, and besides, he's not captain. Hasn't been for years, both objectively and subjectively.

It still feels terrible, and there ugly specter of anger hasn't left him. That makes this more difficult than it has to be. What he wants is to take her roughly, first against the wall and then on the bed, paying attention to his own pleasure for once and neglecting hers (at least at first). It's not a fair thing to ask, and the hot flash of guilt that accompanies the thought isn't something he bothers to hide either - but something about it feels just as right as it does wrong.

He takes Wanda's hands by the wrists and pins them to the wall behind her, kissing her urgent and hot. He wants this, and he wants her, but there's still one more step to be observed.]

Tell me if this is too much. I will find another way to work through it if I must, but I need your consent first, love. I do not plan to be gentle with you, not tonight.

[seeingscarlet]

[continued here!]