7s_prompts Miracle.
a Hannukah story for isalosgreat. Bobby and Carrie used without permission and this is non-binding, just fun. You know. Wanda!
prompt: Magic
"My father is Jewish." Her tone is conversational and lacking in the bitterness most associate with Wanda and her father. Oddly, it only serves to put his guard more up. And let's face it, he went to DEFCON 3 when she showed up.
"Okay."
"But I am not."
Bobby shrugs. "Yeah, that's not uncommon."
"We are romana." Still she is merely making conversation. She's barely even looking his way. Bobby doesn't know what to make of it. Or her. But then, who does?
"Right."
Wanda cocks her head to one side; Bobby can't help but think how beautiful she really is. It's a dangerous beauty, like Emma's more than Lorna's despite the relation. But there is something oddly innocent about her as well. As if she was not meant for the real world. "Hanukkah is a miracle?"
He nods. "That's the story."
Wanda straightens and gives him, finally, her full attention. She is, at once, less fantastic but no less dangerous. "Tell me."
He holds her gaze a moment, considering if he can refuse. He comes to the conclusion he can, but why would he? "...Okay. So. There was a battle, the King had outlawed the Jewish religion -- that's sort of a reoccurring theme in Judaic history -- and he was trying to take over all the Temples and force them to follow their practices, which all flew in the face of the Jewish tenets and. Stuff."
"Stuff?"
"Yeah. Sacrificial stuff." She's still watching him with those wide eyes. He feels nervous. "Anyway, but the Jews revolted and took it all back but then the guys in charge said--"
"The guys in charge of what?"
Bobby shrugs. "The temples."
"The Jews."
Another shrug. "Yeah." Still staring. He takes a deep breath and pushes on to the end. He's not a storyteller, at least not to a grown woman who can kill with a thought. He doesn't know why she asked him or why she cares at all for that matter and he's beginning not to like it. "So the leaders said the temples had to be cleansed with oil but the temple only had enough to burn one night and that wasn't good enough, but the lamps stayed lit for the whole week. It was a miracle."
"A real one."
"Yeah."
Wanda looks away again, focusing in the Menorah she'd interrupted him in lighting. A moment goes by in silence.
"Do you want a miracle for Hannukah?"
"Huh?"
She lights a candle with a finger. "A real one."
"Huh?" Wait a minute. Bobby starts shaking his head emphatically. "Wait, you mean ... No. No, no, no, no, no, no. Thanks. No."
Wanda smiles. "So, no?"
"Right you are."
Her smile turns wider and her eyes bigger -- if that is even possible -- oh, wait, it's Wanda -- as she leans in to kiss him. Fully and deeply and for a split second he forgets everything else, everything and everyone he's known, until all that is left is Wanda. Miraculous Wanda. She tastes like snowflakes and cinnamon and sex.
"Happy Hannukah."
Bobby blinks, he doesn't remember her pulling away but she's back over there, by the candles. Which are no longer lit. It's as if ... he shakes his head. "Uh." She's back to smiling sweetly, like a child only not. "Thanks."
"Bobby... what's this about?"
Bobby turns to Carrie a bit guiltily. "What's which this about what?"
She frowns slightly but at his expression only laughs. "This. We own a water park?"
"We own a -- what?" Carrie hands him what looks like a holiday card. He erads it aloud. "Carrie and Bobby invite you to the best new years bash ever ... at their water park ... Ice Ice Bobby ..." Carrie's laughter only grows as Bobby turns quickly to Wanda. Only she's not there. Of course. Stupid magic people and their stupid ...
"You okay?"
"What? Yeah. Just. I'm wondering who all got these."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know. Do you believe in miracles? Real ones?"
"Like how you found me and swept me off my feet and we're going to get married and live happily ever after? That kind of miracle?"
Bobby looks at her. She's entirely real. "Yeah. Me, too."
prompt: Magic
"My father is Jewish." Her tone is conversational and lacking in the bitterness most associate with Wanda and her father. Oddly, it only serves to put his guard more up. And let's face it, he went to DEFCON 3 when she showed up.
"Okay."
"But I am not."
Bobby shrugs. "Yeah, that's not uncommon."
"We are romana." Still she is merely making conversation. She's barely even looking his way. Bobby doesn't know what to make of it. Or her. But then, who does?
"Right."
Wanda cocks her head to one side; Bobby can't help but think how beautiful she really is. It's a dangerous beauty, like Emma's more than Lorna's despite the relation. But there is something oddly innocent about her as well. As if she was not meant for the real world. "Hanukkah is a miracle?"
He nods. "That's the story."
Wanda straightens and gives him, finally, her full attention. She is, at once, less fantastic but no less dangerous. "Tell me."
He holds her gaze a moment, considering if he can refuse. He comes to the conclusion he can, but why would he? "...Okay. So. There was a battle, the King had outlawed the Jewish religion -- that's sort of a reoccurring theme in Judaic history -- and he was trying to take over all the Temples and force them to follow their practices, which all flew in the face of the Jewish tenets and. Stuff."
"Stuff?"
"Yeah. Sacrificial stuff." She's still watching him with those wide eyes. He feels nervous. "Anyway, but the Jews revolted and took it all back but then the guys in charge said--"
"The guys in charge of what?"
Bobby shrugs. "The temples."
"The Jews."
Another shrug. "Yeah." Still staring. He takes a deep breath and pushes on to the end. He's not a storyteller, at least not to a grown woman who can kill with a thought. He doesn't know why she asked him or why she cares at all for that matter and he's beginning not to like it. "So the leaders said the temples had to be cleansed with oil but the temple only had enough to burn one night and that wasn't good enough, but the lamps stayed lit for the whole week. It was a miracle."
"A real one."
"Yeah."
Wanda looks away again, focusing in the Menorah she'd interrupted him in lighting. A moment goes by in silence.
"Do you want a miracle for Hannukah?"
"Huh?"
She lights a candle with a finger. "A real one."
"Huh?" Wait a minute. Bobby starts shaking his head emphatically. "Wait, you mean ... No. No, no, no, no, no, no. Thanks. No."
Wanda smiles. "So, no?"
"Right you are."
Her smile turns wider and her eyes bigger -- if that is even possible -- oh, wait, it's Wanda -- as she leans in to kiss him. Fully and deeply and for a split second he forgets everything else, everything and everyone he's known, until all that is left is Wanda. Miraculous Wanda. She tastes like snowflakes and cinnamon and sex.
"Happy Hannukah."
Bobby blinks, he doesn't remember her pulling away but she's back over there, by the candles. Which are no longer lit. It's as if ... he shakes his head. "Uh." She's back to smiling sweetly, like a child only not. "Thanks."
"Bobby... what's this about?"
Bobby turns to Carrie a bit guiltily. "What's which this about what?"
She frowns slightly but at his expression only laughs. "This. We own a water park?"
"We own a -- what?" Carrie hands him what looks like a holiday card. He erads it aloud. "Carrie and Bobby invite you to the best new years bash ever ... at their water park ... Ice Ice Bobby ..." Carrie's laughter only grows as Bobby turns quickly to Wanda. Only she's not there. Of course. Stupid magic people and their stupid ...
"You okay?"
"What? Yeah. Just. I'm wondering who all got these."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know. Do you believe in miracles? Real ones?"
"Like how you found me and swept me off my feet and we're going to get married and live happily ever after? That kind of miracle?"
Bobby looks at her. She's entirely real. "Yeah. Me, too."