( wanda ultimately wishes that she could be like how he presents himself, to find no reason to fidget with anxiety or to trouble herself with possible circumstances that have not yet come to pass, but which could. her whole lifeβ,ever since she lost her parents and it was just herself and her brotherβwas one uncertainty after the other, and having a bomb crash into one's home without warning can leave any riddled with ptsd.
she breathes, quietly repeating his words, three whispered syllables, )
It's alright.
( because if she voices it, it'll become real. right now she doesn't have anyone she can hold on to, not with an exuberance of confidence in the action. wanda doesn't want to become anyone's burden.
they sit in silence as he drives, letting her eyes close for a moment as the breeze cools herβher face, around her neck, between the tresses of her long hair. she's still aware though, of the space, of his presence, of the music playing from the radio (unfamiliar to her), so when he speaks again, she opens her eyes and turns her head his way. seconds may have passed, but in her drowsy state, now that she's comfortable and feel safe in this very moment, it feels like it's been leagues of time between it's alright and his question. )
I guess... that I want to try purpose. ( she lightly lifts her hands, because it's no secret to her that he's seen this blue uniform that she's wearing and made the connection that she had been locked up before. ) I don't want to be judged for my past. Or make the same mistakes again.
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she breathes, quietly repeating his words, three whispered syllables, )
It's alright.
( because if she voices it, it'll become real. right now she doesn't have anyone she can hold on to, not with an exuberance of confidence in the action. wanda doesn't want to become anyone's burden.
they sit in silence as he drives, letting her eyes close for a moment as the breeze cools herβher face, around her neck, between the tresses of her long hair. she's still aware though, of the space, of his presence, of the music playing from the radio (unfamiliar to her), so when he speaks again, she opens her eyes and turns her head his way. seconds may have passed, but in her drowsy state, now that she's comfortable and feel safe in this very moment, it feels like it's been leagues of time between it's alright and his question. )
I guess... that I want to try purpose. ( she lightly lifts her hands, because it's no secret to her that he's seen this blue uniform that she's wearing and made the connection that she had been locked up before. ) I don't want to be judged for my past. Or make the same mistakes again.
( opportunity.
it worries her. )