[MINGLE] Worried/Sick 2: Snake Expedition & Recovery!

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: Anywhere; multiple locations
WHEN: Apx. 19-27 November
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Serious illness and reactions to such, snakes, hallucinations

IMPORTANT NOTES: This is the second of two mingles. Please see the timing and general event details here.

Not putting any mod top-levels in this one — Just make sure you label your own top-level clearly as to whether it's Expedition or Recovery, and as always, whether it is OTA or not!

Please keep in mind the established plot details, but creative license is welcome and encouraged as long as it doesn't step on toes.

Comments

[tothefly]

The change in song hits Natasha like a punch to the gut, like a fall from a very high ledge, the bottom dropping out of her stomach and her breath stolen away in the blink of an eye. Maybe it's worse, after the euphoric high of a moment ago, or maybe it would be this bad, anyway. She can't think for that first second, just fights the drop until she can't anymore, until she lets go and acclimates to the intense wave of emotion.

Her hand drops to her side, recorder still blessedly off. "No," she murmurs, and her voice breaks on the vowel. "No, I won't." There is moisture in her eyes, and she doesn't want to cry, has no reason to. She clings to that thought, as she reaches out for Wanda's hand. Something solid to hold on to, something to stop the freefall. "It's just the bird," she says, and her voice is almost a whisper. "We should go." But she gets the feeling that if she tries to move, she's going to collapse sobbing, and the thought is a terrifying one.

[minus1twin]

Wanda's fingers curl around Natasha's as the hopeless crushing pain weighed upon her. Every pain, heartache and frustration that she'd been trying to avoid came crashing against her senses. Clint was gone, her family gone or dead and she felt utterly alone. Not just alone but helpless. She had no way of controlling what happened on this island, no way of fighting back. Her usual determination, her reasons for living and that steel inside of her felt like it was all shattering.

"Yeah." She whispered as tears freely flowed down her pretty pale cheeks.

It wasn't just the bird.

"But I've felt like this before." Wanda closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing. "Every day and night. I haven't been sleeping." It's been difficult and now she couldn't hold back those feelings.

The only blessing was that she was used to this feeling. She took Natasha's hand and attempted to guide her away from the bird. It was hard but it wasn't impossible, Wanda was used to mental games.