[the chill that moves over her, spreading from her numbing fingers to the rest of any exposed skin, has wanda slow to react; it takes a moment for the voice to register over the sound of her own chattering teeth, and the grip on her wrist barely feels like more than a tap at first. it takes a moment, but there's a sharp intake of breath, and an attempt to jerk her arm away, an attempt at magic sputtering from her palms.
none of it gets far.
darkness falls over them as what remains of the red glow falters completely. she folds her arms across her chest, but, still, the shivering continues.]
I can stop this.
[it's said through teeth that begin to chatter again — and therefore with not nearly the force she intends.]
no subject
none of it gets far.
darkness falls over them as what remains of the red glow falters completely. she folds her arms across her chest, but, still, the shivering continues.]
I can stop this.
[it's said through teeth that begin to chatter again — and therefore with not nearly the force she intends.]