wearing a warning sign;

[hastening]

 

𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕠𝕥/𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕠

 

ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ

ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ

ᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴇ, I'ʟʟ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʟᴇ

ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ

ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ sɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ

ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sᴏɴɢ

ɪғ sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅs ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʟʏʀɪᴄs

sʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴘɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ

Comments

[ambiciosa]

vodka. after my heart.
i told pietro on the way out.
he also crinkles his nose when he pouts just like you.
yours is cuter.
the boys are pathetic today.
i'll be there in twenty minutes.

i have a gift for you.

{ because of course margo has to combat any detection of sincerity with a splash of chemical x in her spice and occasional nice. she nearly pushes pietro off of eliot on her way out. she's just more grumpy when others don't pay attention to her. they laugh while she flips them off and makes towards the necessary spot where she'd have to sigil her way with a close enough checkpoint.

makes it easier when it's all contained in new york. once she's at wanda's door, she knocks since she does have the capacity to be polite. margo isn't in the mood to stare down any stark tech at the moment. }

[zalost]

they are always pathetic
but it is why we love them
i will see you soon

[ the concept of having friends feels so foreign to her still - she and pietro have spent so long having no one but each other, that the idea of inviting someone to visit still feels like the actions of another person. but the knock comes and she answers the door, a little doe eyed still. ]

Mr. Stark will be so upset at you and Eliot breaking the rules. His computers can't detect magic. [ there's mischief there as she opens the door to invite her in, a girlish excitement teeming under the surface. ] He is mad at Pietro for running around like he does.

[ambiciosa]

{ margo doesn’t do friends well, has come to possibly admit to it. eliot is the only one she can stand and then pietro came along and she thought yes. certainly, by extension wanda is someone she can consider intriguing enough. her magic certainly is, if she’s aware she emits. it’s vibrant.

there’s also a sort of mischief she’s curious about. her smirk is paired with the crinkle of her eyes as she walks in as if she owns the whole building. }

Well, his old ass better get better technology. If he was truly smart, he’d use the one useful member he keeps trying to hide away. Here. { she pulls out a little box, holding it out for wanda. once she opens it, it’ll be a hair clip with a pressed on violet in bloom, glittering at the edges with gold specks. it looks expensive. } My parents are so and so, but I do still bring gifts when I’m invited.

[zalost]

[ wanda steps aside to let margo in, though she's not sure if she's done it of her own volition or if margo's energy just demands it. all the same, she shuts the door behind her, watching her curiously, like a skittish field mouse. ]

He is trying to protect me. [ though she doesn't sound like she believes it. not entirely. instead, she reaches for the little box. the hair clip inside is decadent and expensive looking, the violet glittering in the light. she stares at it in awe, touches the gilded edge until her eyes draw up to the woman across from her. ]

I can't take this. [ ... she's never held something so precious in her life. ] It is beautiful, but it is too much. I only bought sushi.

[ambiciosa]

Don’t all men? { she says it with a little self-satisfied grin. she’s had her own share of experiences that paint her lens in a more judgmental light. it comes out unapologetically. looking at wanda, margo suddenly wants to try being something if not nicer. does she have that effect naturally? or is margo getting a conscious by proxy? it’s a progress, that’s why she straight out pouts. }

What if you think of it as a dowry? { margo isn’t being serious nor elaborates at her implications over the dry humor. she immediately finds a spot on the couch, adjusting to find a comfortable placement as she continues talking. } Fine. I’ll take it back. Just know I give gifts to my friends so you’ll have to take the next one. Ask El.

{ because she’s absolutely not going to accidentally forget the box when she leaves later. }