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[the package is handed over to the family that has taken erik in, one morning, when he's already left the treehouse. this is by design. hopefully he'll come around soon to see it. the family reassures her they'll put it in his room for when he comes back. inside, an amount of homemade goods have been stacked atop each other: candles, soaps, and moisturizing lotions.

something else lies wrapped, though, and once opened, it'll reveal itself to be a jacket, the perfect fit for him. it'll be useful for erik, and hopefully he'll wear it plenty.

a small note sits under the box.]

Happy Winter Solstice.
𝓦anda 𝓜aximoff

[ He wasn't expecting gifts, not even from those few he's grown closer to here. So it is a little surprising to find those things waiting for him at the house, but more surprising than that is the note that she leaves, together with the gifts.

Any thoughts of returning the gift are currently set aside (later on, she will find a thick scarf made of werewolf fur, along with the metal figurine of a bird, wrapped up and left by the treehouse, addressed to her), but for now his attention zooms in on something else, and he contacts her almost immediately. ]

I've received your gifts. Thank you.
Your last name is Maximoff? I know a Maximoff. He's a mutant.

Did I never tell you my last name?
It's apparently very common in some places.

It also seems to me that all those you do know are mutants.

[that last bit? a light tease.]

I don't think it has ever come up.
Maybe it is, I just found it curious.

Well, I've met a few humans. They don't always leave a good lasting impression.

Hopefully Abraxas has changed your mind about humans.

I do admit that it's a bit of a coincidence that you know someone with my same last name. He a good friend of yours?

Some humans, perhaps.

[ More that he's come to accept that not all humans wish them harm, even before coming here. He will be the first to admit that his own prejudice has left him reluctant to grow too close to humans, back in his own world. Things are vastly different here, though. ]

I can't say that we were. Peter was one of the students at Charles's school. I believe he still is, now. One of his X-Men.

I'm a human, you know.

[special treatment please]

Peter Maximoff? That's funny.
My brother's name was Pietro.

Let me guess his powers as a mutant: his arms can turn into sharp blades.

You are no ordinary human.

[ So sue him for thinking of Wanda as mutant-adjacent. ]

No. He can move at an amazing speed. The way he explains it, time moves incredibly slowly for him.
His mutant name is Quicksilver. Presumably, because he's fast and his hair is silver.

[well, pietro had never really picked out a 'code name' for himself, but everything else hits a little particularly close to home for her.]

That's not a very funny joke, Erik.

[did she ever mention what pietro's powers were, to erik? she can't quite remember, but she must have.]

[ She has, now he thinks of it. He hadn't given it much thought at the time, but now the parallels begin to line up. Erik doesn't really believe in coincidences, so he has to wonder. ]

I'm sorry. I'm not joking. Those are his powers.

[there are a myriad of universes within the multiverse, so wanda isn't surprised at how many parallels there are between all the summoned here. it stands to reason that, perhaps, erik's universe sits a little close to wanda's own.

still, for something like that—?]

Does he have a twin sister?

[she doesn't want to ask that, but she still throws it out there.]

[ That's at least one thing they will not have in common. Will she be relieved, or disappointed? Who's to say, but Erik answers honestly regardless. ]

No, he has a younger sister. I don't know her name, he's only mentioned her in passing.

[ Around him, anyway. It's not like he and Peter were that close. ]

[hm...]

How much do you know about the 'multiverse'?

I'm not sure I know what you mean. We are aware of parallel realities, or at least different possibilities of the future. Even the reality I currently exist in is a changed one. But a 'multiverse' sounds more complex than just that.

It is.

The multiverse contains all the possible universes within any given timeline. There are bits and pieces that will be the same or similar in all of them. It could very well be that there is an Erik in my world who is just like you, but perhaps he is not a mutant. The closer those universes, the closer the similarities.

Perhaps in your world, there is a version of a Pietro Maximoff who is a mutant and is American. It is likely that the version of me might not exist there. It can be very complex.

I don't know what to call the coincidence that you happen to know someone like him, though.

I'm sure I've heard of something similar, before. It's not unreasonable to believe, especially now as we meet people here from so many different versions of Earth.

I don't believe in coincidences, however. Maybe our worlds are linked more closely than we thought.

[ He's not sure that he wants to imagine himself not being a mutant, though. It's such an intrinsic part of him, he feels like he wouldn't be himself without it. ]

What, like maybe in your world he and I are siblings?

( she poses that question because, well, it’s kind of funny to think about—even if the subject is a little sore for her. erik saying he doesn’t believe in coincidences brings something up, though, with how many that kind of certainty is something she could hold on to. )

Maybe your ideas about me being a mutant could be true.

( and this is how you can tell that she has pushed past the otherwise difficult subject of conversation to something a little lighter, if she’s allowing to joke with him to this extent. )

Just that maybe there are parallels between our realities. That your brother exists in my world as well, only with some minor differences. And who knows, maybe his younger sister could be you.

[ Younger, sure, but still. Similar doesn't have to mean the same. ]

You might be. If he has those genes, then it stands to reason that any other sibling might, as well.

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