RUBILYKSKOYE INBOX.

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TELEPATHY • HOLOGRAM • LETTERS • DELIVERIES • ACTION

✿ Rubi-telepathy (easy mode) feels different to ✦ Wanda-telepathy (hard mode).

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Of course!

[ She replies without thought, taking another piece and unintentionally digging her nails into it. Sees the indentation of them and how some of it stains her fingers gooey and warm. ]

I mean, you wish. And then you have to like, you know, put some work into it. Obviously. [ She pops a piece into her mouth, not even paying attention to what she's saying— just that it feels right. ] But everything will work out in the end. That's how Caroline and I got close.

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Caroline's your friend?

[ Wanda asks it with a kind smile.

Did she wish for Vision? For Natasha, Steve and Sam? Wanda doesn't disbelieve you can't wish for someone—or the characteristics of someone. She wanted a home, and she got Vision.

She wanted a friend, and she found Lottie. ]

Do you miss her?

[ Perhaps that's a silly question to ask. ]

[oomfies]

[ Would she seem like a bad person if she said no? That's the first thing that bounces through Lottie's mind at the question. At first, yes. But then John happened, then House, Wanda, everyone she knows— there was no time to really mourn about what she had with Caroline when she had so much all of a sudden.

In typical Lottie fashion, much of this dances through her face, settles deeply when she takes another bite of chocolate. ]

Of course.. [ Lottie misses how small she'd feel when Caroline would look at her. Her lips, sometimes. Eventually: ] I think you'd like her.. She has the prettiest hair and she's always so cool.

[ Like you, goes unsaid. ]

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Hair like yours?

[ Her brows lift, and excitement brightens Wanda's face. It's clear Wanda thinks Lottie's hair is cool. How much cooler could you get than the bright green she wears so confidently?

(Funny how she has a sister in another universe whose power and hair are a darker shade than Lottie's. ]

[oomfies]

[ Lottie pauses— confusion hits her first before a hand flies up to her lips to cover the light, cute, vaguely honest (because everything Lottie does is always a performance, in some capacity) laugh that flits through her lips. ]

Um, no. Wow— [ She takes a moment to imagine it, Caroline in her own electric green or Misty's bubblegum pink. ] no, no, her hair is like. It's black like [ John's, she almost says, but clears her throat instead. ] ink, and straight like yours. Long, too.