#m; rohir

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@thiscrimsonsoul - continued from here

While the small kitchen in his quarters was perfectly functional, the lack of tea - his own fault, really - drove him to venture out into the main kitchen to see what he could find. Rohir was simply going to grab a bag or two and head back to his quarters, but when he saw her sitting alone, he... couldn't help but offer his company.

He was pleasantly surprised she accepted his offer, though quickly realized he... actually didn't know her name. She was new - that much he knew - but... he hadn't quite had the chance to be introduced properly to everyone at the compound. A shame, really, but it would happen in time. For now, he was content trying to... trying to reconnect with his sister and former mentor.

Gods, he wished he could remember more about them.

But Eclipsis shoved those thoughts aside as he offered a kind smile - the corners of his eyes crinkling. "'Tis quite alright, miss," he assured. "I can understand your technology well enough to boil some water." Amusement danced in his eyes, though who was he to refuse her help? He could hear the guilt in her hoarse voice, and his heart went out to her. It would be nice to have the company, if he were being honest, and he simply kept his smile as he limped into the kitchen. "But I will gladly take your help on deciding on what tea to make."

"Ah, a few things," he admitted. "The usual aches and pains, 'm afraid, and the unfamiliarity of it all. Still a strange place, this compound, thougn not... terrible." Sterile, perhaps. Void of personality and warmth in some areas. His quarters were... one of those areas. The bed was comfortable and he had what he needed (aside from tea, that is), but it made him nervous. It was far too quiet for his liking. It gave him too much time with his own thoughts and broken mind to make him feel even a tad bit at ease. But those were things he needn't bother her with - not when it was clear she was struggling with her own issues as it was.

Rohir glanced back to her as she mentioned Ivalice, and he nodded. "Aye, I am. Name's Rohir." He paused - a twinge in his chest that caused his brow to crease slightly. "Or Eclipsis. Both are all the same, really, but I am Ashe's brother." Was he still her brother even if it didn't feel right to call himself that anymore? Gods, in his heart he knew Ashelia as kin, yet... she almost felt more of a known stranger than his own sister.

His mind was distracted as his companion mentioned her own homeland, and sympathy filled Eclipsis' expression. Sokovia was yet another place he didn't recognize, but he knew better than to ask. It was clear she didn't want to talk about it, and he was not one to pry into painful matters. She was displaced just as he was - she deserved the same kindness he wished to receive. "I am sorry," Rohir said softly. "If... if there is anything I can do, you are welcome to tell me." Was that too much to offer to someone he barely just met? He wasn't certain, but... it felt right to offer, at least, and it would be something he wouldn't push, either.

"If I may, what keeps you up?" he asked as filled the kettle before he returned it to the stovetop. He eyed it hesitantly as he set it down, and cautiously turned on one of the burners - looking rather pleased with himself as the one he hoped was right lit aglow. "And, my apologies, but 'm afriand I haven't caught your name yet."

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🏠 😢👯‍♀️ for Faramir, 🕎🎭👗 for Éowyn, 🍕🎻 for Aragorn and Arwen, ⌛️👨‍👩‍👦‍👦👀 for Boromir!

Sorry this took so long to answer! I was doing it while I was POMO-cleaning my front room lol

Faramir:

🏡 House — I like and can appreciate the fanon take that once he’s the steward he’s very protective over, like, having quiet space in his study or whatever, but pursuant to my insistence that he’s a Big Fan Of Kids, I think he’s actually very happy to have kiddos/people in with him while he’s working, so his study in MT + Emyn Arnen ends up being more of like a Quiet Family Room or whatever.

😢 Emotions — King Of Bottling His Emotions Up! Absolutely no emotional output from this man until the literal apocalypse, which is why Sam and Frodo get subjected to….. whatever That was, and why Éowyn gets the full song and dance in the HoH. Outside those very two fun, exciting cataclysmic moments? Nothing gets out.

👯‍♀️ Friendship — I used to know this guy who would go around asking people he met a million and one questions, questions that I usually thought were absurdly invasive, but every single time, without fail, people ADORED him for it, and even though I’d stand around cringing, he and whoever he was talking to would be having a whale of a time. That’s what I think Faramir’s like.

Éowyn:

🕎 Holiday — She stops being especially interested in Mettarë/Yule during The Gríma Years™ and it’s not until years later, when she has kids and they’re reasonably old that she gets back into the ~spirit of the season~.

🎭 Hobby — She gets really into playing cards and is an absolutely merciless and shameless cheat. She’s not even particular good at cheating she just sort of dares anyone to complain and half the time they don’t.

👗 Fashion — In line with the Scandi-influence for the Rohirrim, I think Éowyn tends to dress quite understatedly, I don’t think she’s necessarily a huge fan of lots of embroidery or detail work, but when she gets to Gondor the one thing she really embraces are the Greco-Roman style girdles that (I imagine) are very popular there. This is most because they end up being super practical for her because unlike the Scandi/Rohir ones they’ve got more loops around her waist for her to hang stuff from lol

Aragorn:

🍕 Food — He eats how everyone expects Faramir to eat, which is to say that he’s extraordinarily picky. I imagine that he’s almost-but-not-quite a vegetarian and super fussy about eating rules.

🎻 Music — He’s really not picky about music, however. He’s more into the ~idea~ of music and music making than anything else so pretty much all music works for him.

Arwen:

🍕 Food — Arwen is actually a vegetarian but is one of those vegetarians who won’t actually say anything about it in advance so as not to inconvenience anyone and ends up just, like, picking around the side dishes all evening trying to not let anyone notice.

🎻 Music — She, unlike her husband, has a lot of very intense opinions about music, and she, Faramir, and Lothíriel end up forming this pretentious circle to pass judgement on whatever music’s on show. It’s good because there’s a lot of emphasis in the Reunited Kingdoms + Rohan on musical education and patronising the arts, but dreadfully boring for the people who don’t Care as much as they do.

Boromir:

⌛️ AU — I mean I permanently live in my Borodred AU because I’m a hopeless simp, so I guess that’s it. In super strict canonverse I HC him as hardline ace, but when I let the strictness slip he and Théodred are shagging. Always.

👩‍👩‍👧 Childhood — Very much the perfect child in a lot of ways. Is this mostly because he was traumatised by the death of his mother and very irrationally took it upon himself to Raise His Brother even if he didn’t necessarily have to? Yes. Is that evidence of the type of perfect child he was? Also yes.

👀 Personality — I think he’s got an unshakeable calmness to him, and what we see at the Council of Elrond is a product of him having an incredibly shit day compounded by everyone deciding to gang up and shit on his people, like, less than half a year after they took a massive L to defend all of M-E.

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@tarnishedxknight - continued from here

There had been no hesitation to give Ashelia his undivided attention when she asked to speak with him. Rohir (Eclipsis? both names felt as right as they did wrong) wanted nothing more than to make up for the years spent away from his little sister, and what better way for him to do so than to help her with matters of the heart? He could no longer help her in saving their kingdom. He could no longer help her regain her throne. But, this... this would have to be enough.

He simply hadn't expected to hear who had his sister's affection.

"Basch?" he echoed as he sat up in surprise. "You-- Really?" Eclipsis blinked, though his brow furrowed slightly in thought before he hesitated and gave a slow nod. "Well... I reckon I won't have to worry about how he'll treat you." But... should he be surprised by this? Was this yet another thing he couldn't remember? He felt a pang in his heart at the thought, but pushed it aside. Although he had long since accepted his broken memory, it still hurt to know there was so much he would never regain.

Instead, Rohir's gaze softened when Ashelia's confidence cracked, and he offered a reassuring smile in response. "'Course I will, Ashe, but worry not. I'm certain it will go just fine." It mattered not that he was unsure how Basch felt about his sister - if there was one thing he was confident about, it was the fact Basch would not hurt her, even if he did not share her affection. "Is... is that somethin' you wanted to do today?"

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The Revenant

((bio under the cut!))

Name: Eclipsis B'nargin Dalmasca Rohir

Nickname(s): Eli

Race: Hume

Gender: Cis male (he/him)

Age: 24 (prologue); 26 (main game)

Height: 5'11"

Face Claim: Luke Mitchell

Hometown: Rabanastre

Orientation: heteroromantic; demisexual

Occupation: Prince; sky pirate; vagabond

Family: King Raminas B'nargin Dalmasca (father; deceased); Queen Dowager/Queen Mother Veadris B'nargin Dalmasca (mother); five older brothers (all deceased); Prince Caelen B'nargin Dalmasca (sixth eldest brother; played by @tarnishedxknight); Prince Ignis “Iggi” B'nargin Dalmasca (twin brother; deceased); Queen Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca (younger sister)

Identifiable Marking(s): scar chart

Associated Item(s): desert glass pendant (formerly Ignis’s)

Airship: the Odyssey

Notable Habit(s): frequently crosses his arms over his chest, particularly when nervous; walks with a noticeable limp from an old injury to his right knee

Disorder(s): PTSD; retrograde amnesia

Personality Trait(s):

positive: kind; resilient; resourceful

neutral: cautious; selfless; adventurous

negative: withdrawn; weary; nervous

Bonus: pinterest; spotify

Background:

cw/tw for: war, death, amnesia, trauma, murder, and brief mention of suicide (Ashelia).

Rohir, born Eclipsis B'nargin Dalmasca, was the seventh son of King Raminas, and older twin brother to Ignis B'nargin Dalmasca. And, from that moment on, the two were as thick as thieves.

Identical in appearance, it was difficult to tell them apart, and even still with their personalities. Both behaved like proper princes as they grew and learned the ways of royalty, and both were kind and caring to those around them, even those far beneath them in class. But they both still held a streak of arrogance and ego, as they grew to believe they were important beyond measure. Not only were they Princes of Dalmasca, but they were descendants of the first King Raithwall, the first Dynast King, something that made them special. Made them destined for great things and made them close to the Gods. They believed it, even with two of their brothers dead by the time they reached their sixth year. Yet, the twins were not completely alike in personality. Ignis was far more energetic than his brother - eager to jump without looking and to tackle problems head-on. Eclipsis, while adventurous, was not as energetic as his brother. He was a bit softer, a little bit quieter, but still full of life - simply more reserved with how he presented it. But it was there, as a lively glimmer in his eye or a bright grin.

By the time they were seven, Ashelia was born - the first daughter of King Raminas, and the final heir born. By then, of the nine siblings, five remained - the others having died in the war that continued to rage outside of Rabanastre, as Archadia and Rozarria continued with their struggle to expand and seize control of Ivalice as a whole, uncaring for the smaller kingdoms outside their borders. And as Eclipses grew older, he became determined to be the one to end the war - convinced that was his destiny. That was the reason why he was special, out of all his siblings. But, despite that, his motivation was his home. His family. He wanted to protect Dalmasca and save what family still survived, something only heightened as his brothers continued to die from both war and disease as a plague swept the kingdom. Only heightened as his mother died of a broken heart.

Eclipses and Ignis both learned to fight alongside their educational and royal lessons, and by the time they were sixteen, their father reluctantly sent them into battle. They were afraid but determined, with Eclipses’s confidence almost outshining his daring twin’s, and for the first few months, they were able to adapt to the change of pace. They fought valiantly, and it was then Eclipses was able to show his leadership strength - taking charge when needed despite yet having earned such militant rank, all while taking care and being mindful of the soldiers and knights he fought with. They were his people, his brothers in arms, and he was determined to keep them safe.

Everything changed when Eclipses and Ignis were ordered to join an airship unit to aid Nabradia in patrolling its Archadian-shared border. The twins agreed without hesitation and left their beloved kingdom behind - neither realizing it would be the last time they would see Rabanastre. The first few days were quiet with little activity from Archadia, but on the third night, the air patrol was ambushed.

The Archadians swept in with a large fleet armed to the teeth, and the patrol stood little chance. Some recognized defeat and fled as soon as they could, but the Archadians rained hellfire down upon the airships with few fighting back. Eclipses and Ignis took charge of the airship they were in and ordered their men to fight, but the Ifrit took aim, and their ship went down. Few survivors escaped the chaos to report back to House Nabradia and House Dalmasca, and King Raminas was told both Eclipses and Ignis had perished in the fight.

However, unbeknownst to those who escaped, not all had been lost. Somehow, against the odds, Eclipses survived. His airship had crashed upon the edge of a cliff above the sea, and he had been trapped beneath burning debris - something that would permanently scar his chest and upper arms. But the fire broke the ship apart, and he fell to the sea below, where he would soon be swept ashore alongside the body of Ignis.

Somehow still, he survived, and as he came to, he… remembered nothing of what happened. A wound on the side of his head bled heavily, but his adrenaline kept him going, and he managed to struggle to his feet and haul Ignis into his arms. He rambled to his brother - not realizing his twin was dead - and carried him away from the remains of the wreckage that washed ashore with them. Barely even aware of the severity of his own wounds as he staggered and limped along. And, as if the Gods were still looking over him, he managed to find his way to a nearby fishing village still free of Archadian occupation. His ragged, bloodied, and burnt figure was a sight to behold as he pleaded for them to help him and his brother, and as the villagers rushed to his side, he collapsed, and lost consciousness.

For days, he remained unconscious as the healers tended to him as best they could. Ignis was buried, and given a small but proper funeral, despite the twins being unknown to the village. The only thing they could piece together was that they had to be Dalmascan, as they saw the distant fight, and found debris from a Dalmascan airship along the sands. And when he came to… the only thing he could recall that was of any use was the name Eli. Yet… it was unclear if it was his name or his brother’s, as his memory was simply… gone. He could remember nothing of his past or what happened that fateful night. The only thing he could recall was that he had a twin brother, but even then, he… couldn’t remember his name. The villagers took pity on him and allowed him to stay, even after he recovered. He was given his brother’s necklace - something saved by one of the elders in case he wanted it once he woke - and given a new name until he could recall his own: Rohir.

However, even as Rohir recovered and regained his strength, his memory never came back. His past remained elusive even to him, and while he was able to recall little information of what happened that night, really only remembering it had been an ambush by Archadia, he… still couldn’t figure out if Eli was his name or his brother’s. If he was even truly Dalmascan, or if he had been a Nabradian soldier simply onboard a Dalmascan airship. He remembered nothing of his family or even his lineage, and reluctantly gave up on the idea of ever remembering anything about himself. He found a reluctant peace in the village, but found a sense of belonging as they accepted him despite their own reservations. They protected him as Archadian soldiers stopped to see if there had been any survivors of that night, and they claimed Rohir was one of their own - a fisherman who had been caught in a terrible storm the following night. The Archadians accepted this, and left him be.

But, as two years went by, Rohir grew restless, and left the village alongside Avito and Ness - though promised to be forever grateful to the villagers for everything they had done. The three friends set off to become sky pirates to sate their hunger for adventure despite the war that continued to rage, but even then… Rohir could not shake the discontent he felt as he worked alongside them. He was close to the siblings and enjoyed traveling, but he couldn’t shake the guilt that came with stealing. It felt wrong, and Avito was quick to notice his unhappiness. Although reluctant, he finally confessed to her what was bothering him, but despite his worry, she wasn’t upset. Being a sky pirate wasn’t for everyone, and she understood that, as did her brother. Avito and Ness brought him to Bhujerba, and gave some of their gil to add to his own earnings so he could buy his own airship. They wished farewell, and he parted from them on good terms - feeling better than he had in a while, although he would miss Avito’s company in particular.

He remained in Bhujerba for some time, and worked a few odd jobs to earn a bit more money before he was finally able to afford a small airship he named the Odyssey. Although it needed a bit of work, he was happy with it, and left Bhujerba as soon as he was able to get the Odyssey back into shape. From there, Rohir… simply became a vagabond - never staying in one place for too long, and occasionally picking up other odd jobs in different places for supplies or money. He preferred being alone and being able to travel where he wanted whenever he wanted, yet… a new longing grew in his heart. He yearned to see the heart of Dalmasca, yet could not bring himself to actually fly to Rabanastre - as if… afraid to do so. It was something he couldn’t explain, but it was also something he chose to ignore. He pushed down that longing, and left Rabanastre alone.

As the years went on, Rohir remained content, and learned to accept he would never remember his past. He would get flashes, but nothing substantial enough to answer his questions. Never enough to put the memories back into place. He learned to push aside the ache in his heart, and… simply learned not to think too much of it. But he could not easily ignore the grief he felt upon hearing of King Raminas’s assassination, Princess Ashelia’s suicide, and the fall of Dalmasca to Archadian’s rule. It… was a grief he didn’t understand, but brushed off as him being of Dalmascan origin, failing to realize the depths of that idea.

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Rohir's directory

aesthetic

headcanons

ic asks

muse tag

musings

quiz

verses

rv; we were amateurs at war - before the attack (16 and under)

rv; the dragonfly it ran away - after the attack (16-24, pre-ffxii)

rv; but it came back with a story to say - ffxii, prologue & main game (24-26)

rv; you don’t need poltergeists for sidekicks - after ffxii (26+)

rauv; one engine barely makes it away - au where Eclipsis was brought back to Dalmasca after the attack and regained some of his memories. However, he was deemed “unfit” to continue military service and, while not stripped of his title of Prince, was quietly removed as his father’s heir, unless he was the only one left to take over Dalmasca’s throne.

rauv; and i feel i should know this place - general au verse

rauv; and it’s a wild wild world out there - general crossover verse

rauv; you know it’s not the same as it was - mcu crossover verse

visage

wants

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"That so?" Rohir glanced back to her for a moment before he smiled, looking almost relieved, and looked away. "'Tis... nice to hear, honestly. Seems like most here are used to it, and I... admit 'tis a bit embarrassin' when I can't figure out somethin' they can do without second thought. I get it, you get used to somethin' and it becomes second nature, but they..." He trailed off, and shook his head with a small chuckle. "Ah, never mind. My apologies, miss, 'm afraid I've developed a habit of waggin' my tongue longer than I ought to." He couldn't help it, really. Although he enjoyed and missed his days of being a vagabond, he... had to admit it had been rather lonely.

But that was behind him, now, and he shook his head to dismiss those thoughts. He had his little sister again, and he had Basch. Hell, he even had those Archadians around, as much as he wanted to keep out of their way. He wasn't alone anymore. He still felt lonely. Why did he feel lonely?

"Chamomile? Aye, I do." That was something he recognized, at least. "S'good good with honey or plain." Did they... have honey? He scanned the kitchen countertops as the water in the kettle began to heat up, and he tapped his fingers against the counter absentmindedly. Where would...? Ah, that's right. Awkwardly, Eclipsis limped away from the stove and to the pantry to grab the bottle of honey - still amused by the bear container it came in. It made no sense to him, but he could appreciate the humor in it. "Would you want any?"

He returned to her and set the bottle down next to their mugs, offering a soft thank you as she dropped the tea bag into his, and smiled. "Pleasure to meet you, Wanda." Wanda. He'd be sure to do his best to remember that. It was a little tricky for him to memorize names at first, but he wanted to be certain he'd remember hers just fine. It... seemed like she needed it.

At her question, Eclipsis smiled, though he looked... almost sad. "'Tis... a complicated matter," he admitted. "Rohir and Eclipsis both feel... wrong and right, if that makes sense. Eclipsis is my given name, so I am told, but 'tis a name I had... forgotten for some time. Rohir was meant to be temporary but it stuck, and, now..." He chuckled, though it lacked any real humor, and he shrugged. "Well, I'll respond to both. Take your pick of which you prefer." It hardly mattered to him, truthfully. Maybe one day he'd figure out which one truly felt like his, but until then, he wouldn't let it bother him.

"Apparently." Rohir grinned as Wanda asked if he was royalty, then, and he shrugged again. Though, if someone were to look, they'd see he... didn't seem to be able to fully lift his left shoulder up. "It feels strange to think I had been a prince at one point - more like a dream, I reckon. I haven't thought of myself in that way for some time now." Would he still be considered royalty if he had reunited with his little sister back in their time? Would Dalmasca have even welcomed a lost Prince who had forgotten who he was?

He pushed aside the thought. "But I do not consider myself royalty now. I am - was?" His brow furrowed slightly, but pushed that aside, too. "A simple vagabond, and that was a nice life." Was it, though?

The kettle began to whistle as the water boiled, and Rohir quickly flicked off the burner before he lifted the kettle. It was... different than the ones he had been used to, but it functioned all the same, and he quietly poured the hot water into both of their mugs. As Wanda spoke, his gaze briefly flicked back to her, and his heart ached when he saw her smile not reach her eyes. Whatever it was that burdened her, it was clearly painful. But he was never one to push someone to talk when they weren't ready, and he simply nodded as he set the kettle back down onto the stove. "Well, if you ever change your mind, you are welcome to let me know." He smiled at her with a gentle warmth in his gaze - the corners of his eyes crinkling. A soothing kindness he did his best to offer everyone he met.

He opened the bottle of honey to pour a bit into his tea, though his attention was still focused on Wanda. Eclipsis didn't miss the way she wrapped her arms around herself, and--

Her twin. She had lost her twin.

Oh, he knew well her pain. He slowly set the bottle back down and closed it, but left his mug on the counter as he turned to face her. He leaned against it to support himself, and he couldn't stop the sympathetic, knowing look from crossing his features. He couldn't stop the way his own heart sat heavy in his chest, or the vague memory of his own twin that clung to him like cobwebs. Although his memory had failed him when it came to his past, he still remembered his twin, even if only vaguely. He had carried his body to the village that became his home, after all. He still felt the weight of him missing, and knew the necklace he wore was once his brother's.

It was a haunting pain he would never wish on anyone.

"Do not apologize," Eclipsis said finally. His voice was gentle, but firm. "I know well your pain, Wanda, and I am truly sorry you have to experience it." Should he tell her that he had lost his own twin? The last thing he wanted was for her to feel as though he was seeking comfort himself, but... His gaze lingered on her for a few moments, before he allowed it to wander as he crossed his arms loosely over his chest in thought. Grief... was a funny thing. It was different for everyone. But if he could, somehow, find a way to even just reassure her...

"If I may be honest," he said slowly, and looked to her for any sign of discomfort. Even the smallest shift in her demeanor, he'd stop. "What you feel... will never go away. Not really. You will have days where you forget he's gone and try to talk to him, only for it to come flooding back. It will remain with you, but... there will come a day when you can breathe a little easier." He offered a kind smile, and tilted his head slightly. "You will find it... does not hurt as much as it once did. It will become bearable, even if, right now, it feels you are drowning."

Would it be wrong if he offered his hand? They had only just officially met, and maybe it was the older brother in him, somewhere, or the fact he had not been alone when he struggled with his twin's death, but if he could help her... "Please, tell me if I am overstepping my bounds, but you are welcome to talk to me whenever you would like, Wanda. You needn't deal with such pain alone, and if you simply need to sit with someone in silence, I will be happy to do just that."

If Wanda was being honest with herself, the company wasn't unwanted. There were plenty of times when she preferred to be left alone, but... not being able to sleep and having her thoughts assault her senses left and right with all manner of grief, regret, sadness, and anger got exhausting after a while. The only thing that could always stop it, was someone else intervening. For that reason, she was more than happy to entertain the man for a while. Besides, he seemed genuinely nice.

Wanda smiled at the man as he mentioned the technology. Even for her, someone native to this time period, it was all still a big much for her. She hadn't been living with all the technology here in the compound on the streets of Sokovia, after all, or in the Hydra lab. Boiling water, though, was easy enough to do, technology or no. "Believe me, I am getting used to everything in this building myself, including the technology. Not everyone in this time is used to living with such things at their disposal all the time."

"I usually reach for the chamomile tea myself, especially if I am trying to calm down to sleep. Do you like chamomile?" Does he... even know what chamomile is? She didn't want to ask that particular question, though, for it seemed pretty rude to do so. She grabbed a bag of it for herself and waited to hear if he wanted the same thing or not before she reached for a second.

"It's nice to meet you, Rohir. I'm Wanda," she said as she set up the tea bags in a couple of mugs. But then he said his name was also Eclipsis, and Wanda's head canted a bit. "You have two names?" she asked, very curious as to why. Was it something common in his native time period to have two names, or was there some other underlying reason for it?

"Ashe? Oh, Ashelia," Wanda then said with a nod. "I've met her a few times, but we haven't spoken all that much. She's your sister? Are you royalty too, then?" Wanda had barely interacted with her. Basch made Wanda nervous, and he was almost always with Ashe. It wasn't how he looked or what he said or anything like that, it was... his mind. Wanda felt so chaotic around him. So anxious and antsy. She usually felt that way around people whose minds were in crisis in some way, usually from unresolved or unprocessed traumas. Wanda was barely processing her own loss and trauma right now, so she was hesitant to take on that of others. Because of that, she found herself avoiding Basch, and therefore Ashe too. She supposed she ought to try and help the man, since he was clearly dealing with a lot and locking it all up in his mind, but she just didn't feel up to it.

Wanda shook her head at his offer. "Thank you, but... no, there's nothing you can do to help me. I just have to work through it myself." Alone, since she didn't have anyone else and wasn't yet able to reach out to anyone who might help her. Not even a therapist, though she knew the medical staff wanted her to see one. "You are kind to offer, though," she managed with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. It wasn't that it was insincere, it was only that Wanda just didn't have it in her to smile in a truly happy manner anymore. Not since losing Pietro.

And Pietro was the reason she was up late, unable to sleep, and the answer to Rohir's question. Wanda sighed, wrapped her arms around herself. "I um... I couldn't stop thinking about my brother. He was killed recently, and I'm not used to being without him. We were very close. Twins. So it feels like I've lost half of myself along with him." Was that... too much to say to someone she just met? Probably. But he'd asked, and for some reason it just came out, falling from her lips like blood from her wounded heart. A flow she couldn't stop. "I just... It's hard to just keep going without him. It almost doesn't seem real sometimes. But late at night, I can't help thinking about him, and then I can't sleep without him there." Did she just make things really weird for him? "Sorry. I bet that's not the answer you were expecting. I don't mean to overshare."