( it's a darkness that she knows lives inside her, but she's managed to, so far, not look directly at. it's impossible to look away, now that it's right in front of her, and it terrifies her.
of course there is loneliness in her, too. a vast ocean rages inside her, with uncontrollable waves, pulling her under with every break. she can never keep herself upright, she can never fully ever be safe from this grief that permeates her entirely. right now, the darkness spills underneath her, the depths of her ocean of grief black, as this thing comes to eat her whole.
just as bob, back in the real world, holds onto her arm, the magic she doesn't know she has reactsβlashes out against the void and its attempt to swallow her whole. red spills out of her, and wanda screams, only to be shoved awayβ
into a different place altogether; a smaller space, a room. the small room she and her brother shared in the old school-turned-orphanage; one of the very last places she ever felt safe in. wanda is coughing, panting, as if she was forced to drink too much water in one go. one her hands and knees, she tries to catch her bearings, and there's a hand holding onto her arm.
but it's gonna be okay.
she glances up. a name pops into her mind, strings of her telepathy haywire, catching onto so much without her wanting it to. )
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of course there is loneliness in her, too. a vast ocean rages inside her, with uncontrollable waves, pulling her under with every break. she can never keep herself upright, she can never fully ever be safe from this grief that permeates her entirely. right now, the darkness spills underneath her, the depths of her ocean of grief black, as this thing comes to eat her whole.
just as bob, back in the real world, holds onto her arm, the magic she doesn't know she has reactsβlashes out against the void and its attempt to swallow her whole. red spills out of her, and wanda screams, only to be shoved awayβ
into a different place altogether; a smaller space, a room. the small room she and her brother shared in the old school-turned-orphanage; one of the very last places she ever felt safe in. wanda is coughing, panting, as if she was forced to drink too much water in one go. one her hands and knees, she tries to catch her bearings, and there's a hand holding onto her arm.
but it's gonna be okay.
she glances up. a name pops into her mind, strings of her telepathy haywire, catching onto so much without her wanting it to. )
B..ob? What's...
( all this? )