2448/Just A Little Patience

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Just A Little Patience
Date of Scene: 14 July 2020
Location: Avengers Mansion - Study
Synopsis: Diana Prince and Wanda catch up after Brainiac's assault
Cast of Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Diana Prince




Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Not wanting to wake someone who was sleeping after a rough day, Wanda relocates over to a study in the mansion with her guitar, a bottle of wine and a glass. She takes a seat in one of the leather chairs, tuning the guitar first, and then pouring herself a glass of the red wine.

She gives a few strums of chords, assuring herself she has the strings in tune. And then she begins playing softly, strumming and picking out some strings while she begins whistling overtop of the song. Patience, by Guns N Roses. She lets the music ring out softly, filling the room but not traveling too much further down the hallway. At least for those with normal levels of hearing.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana had been within the mansion for an hour or so. She'd come to check on things, to meet with as many members of the Avengers as she could. A lot had happened recently, and she wanted to check-in and help where she could. Being a 'satellite' member of the team means she's often not around for /all/ of the team's missions, but she does truly desire to be there to help when she's able.

Hearing the music, Diana strides through the halls to locate it. The lounge, she's been in there several times. Diana's advanced hearing picks up on the whistling too and she knows it feminine, knows it is likely Wanda Maximoff.

So as Wanda plays the song, a figure graces the doorway, Diana sweeps softly into view and then leans against the door frame. She leans there and watches, listens. A smile sweeps over her red lips.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
The woman with the auburn-red hair is sitting leaning back in the comfortable leather chair, the guitar draped across her lap and standing upright up a bit. Not quite the normal position one would choose, but she feels like slouching. Green eyes swing over to the doorway at the movement. Wanda can't quite smile with her lips pursed for whistling, and hitting all the notes in the range required is just stretching the edges of her whistling ability, at that. But her eyes show welcome towards the new arrival.

Wanda reaches the lyrics and sings softly. She'll never make it in the music industry, but she doesn't have a bad voice for just listening to. Eventually she hits the song's bridge, her first chance to speak. "Come have a seat. Grab a glass if you'd like some wine," she says with a motion of her head towards the bottle of wine.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana remains in the doorway watching and listening, up until that bridge and the woman speaks directly to her. She accepts with a quiet 'thank you' before moving in toward where the drinks are located. A glass is gathered up, a bit of wine is indeed poured and the Princess turns then to lean back against the counter's edge as she takes her first sip.

While the song continues, she starts to move over toward Wanda to find a seat to settle in not too far away, then leans over to rest herself against the sofa-chair on her right side, putting her elbow on the back of the leather chair and her head held in her hand now, her dark hair in a pony tail behind her head. "You are very good." Diana says in her smoky voice when she gets a chance.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda's lips curl in a soft smile. "I don't know about 'very good'," she coutners in her own softly accented voice. "Not so bad as to drive you from the room is something I could be happy with though," she says in a light-hearted tone.

Her fingers move along the neck of the guitar, picking out the little melody in the bridge, sliding from one note to another, bending the strings at times to change the pitch slightly. "I've always found this relaxing. And after the events of the weekend, a little relaxing is a good thing. Though normally I stay in my room, but Clint's already asleep," she says.

Wanda's gaze looks Diana over. "Did you fare well this weekend?"

Diana Prince has posed:
"Well, to be fair, I do not have a lot of experience with this kind of music." Diana says back to her first words. "That is to say that ... well.. I am not able to name the song. It is very lovely though. Sadly, I have done many things in my days, accomplished... much that I am proud of. From combat training, to my former work in the arts. But music?" Diana smiles as she raises her glass up to sip, then shakes her head. "I have never been musically inclined. My mother says that I play instruments like I have ten thumbs, and no ears." Which makes her grin at the very mention of that.

"So you far exceed what I am capable of with that lovely guitar." She rests the glass down against the top of her knee and "And yes I did. I was overseas, however, and only just returned this morning. I have been trying to find others here in the home, but you are the only one I have seen so far."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
"It is something I picked up later in life," Wanda comments. "Mostly just for my own enjoyment," she tells Diana. "It is a good form of relaxation. At least, once I got to a point I could play a few things without having to focus on them so completely."

The song reaches the final run of lyrics and Wanda sings them quietly. Eventually the song ends and she lets the final notes ring out and then gradually fade away on their own. Her hands freed, Wanda picks up her own glass of wine and takes a sip. "It was far better than I'd worried. We were fortunate. And, some of that made our own luck I think," she says.

Wanda glances towards the doorway. "I think everyone has needed to recuperate a bit. Tony is probably at work on the technology, I wouldn't be surprised."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana just quietly lounges on that leather sofa chair with her brown eyes upon Wanda's visage whilst the woman sings. When the song comes to a close, she smiles at her again. "Does he ever work on anything else?" She asks with regard to Tony, just a good natured quip. "Would you say that you play music primarily that suits your mood?" She asks then of the woman from Eastern Europe. "You have a... calming presence about you, Wanda. Something I have noted since we first met. That is not to say that I am sure you are entirely capable of being... less than calm, but you do seem to have a way of centering yourself. Am I reading you entirely wrong?" The Princess asks then as she shows a grin once more.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
The Scarlet Witch seems to consider the question. While she does her fingers slide slowly across the instrument, picking out a few notes. Little runs, bits of music that others might recognize but perhaps not Diana if she hasn't paid as much attention to contemporary music the last few decades.

"I would say so. They are often songs that express my mood, or that might help me get to a mood that I would prefer," she says slowly. Thoughtfully. "I am not always so calming though. I can be..." Wanda says, words trailing off as she picks them delicately. "Scatter brained. And distracted. Sometimes a fugue can take me like that," she says with a sigh. "And that is one of the times... I don't know if music helps it, but I turn to it just the same," she says.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana's ability to listen, hold eye contact, and just generally be attentive is unparalleled. She watches Wanda reply and then smiles lightly at the response. Another sip of her drink is had before she lowers it down to rest / hover the glass above her lap. "I had not thought of having music help push one toward a desired mood. That is a ... unique way for me to look at it. Now I really wish to take up lessons of some variety." Another hint of a grin is shown across the Princess' face.

"I know that things were... busy here, recently, I am sorry that I was not around to assist. If you see some of the others, before I do, would you please extend them my best wishes? I want to help more... something I probably have said many times over though."

Another sip is taken, then she nods toward the guitar. "Play me something else? One of your favorites?"

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Another sip of wine is taken, and a nod is given. A moment's contemplation and then another song starts up. There is no one else to hear it but the pair, the rest of the mansion asleep or empty or at least otherwise occupied. But the small, comfortably appointed study is filled with the music, of one song after another into the night, accompanied by the fine red wine.