(ooc: i'm down for that, too! ;w; i love them so much, kris... let's see how the vibes go in terms of tags here, but we can definitely push them together at the mingle, too! )
( wanda doesn't expect much from others when it comes to these inconsolable feelings about her brother. at times, she's felt that it's taken her 'too long' to grieve him; as if others want her to just be over it, move on to a new chapter of her life. but β how could they ever understand?
how could they ever understand the hole that remains in her soul, in her heart, ever since her brother died? every minute without him feels like a criminal act, and wanda can't find it in her to forgive herself. if there's a reason why she survived her parents, survived her brother, then what is it? would it not be better to just β die, too?
rotting in that cell seemed almost like the easiest way out of having to try at living.
hey.
it catches her by surprise, regardless of amos's intent, and her glancing over his way, at the offered hand. wanda stares at it for a really long timeβseconds that seem eternal minutesβfor this gesture wraps her into a significant roll of emotions, of weary contradictions.
and yet, she so tired. )
...
( wanda doesn't say anything, not a thanks, not anything, at all, as she brings up a hand up to join his, lets the cold she feels thaw away from the warmth she feels from this connection. amos would never know, how this is more than just a physical point of contact to her; his emotions, his thoughts, they're so β linear, so balanced, compared to her own. it makes her feel steady. in the same way that pietro would hold her face, hold her close, whenever she felt something too strong or painful through her powers, this, too, helps her feel safeβnot quite in the same way, but similarly enough.
and while no thanks comes from her, amos will instead getβ )
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( wanda doesn't expect much from others when it comes to these inconsolable feelings about her brother. at times, she's felt that it's taken her 'too long' to grieve him; as if others want her to just be over it, move on to a new chapter of her life. but β how could they ever understand?
how could they ever understand the hole that remains in her soul, in her heart, ever since her brother died? every minute without him feels like a criminal act, and wanda can't find it in her to forgive herself. if there's a reason why she survived her parents, survived her brother, then what is it? would it not be better to just β die, too?
rotting in that cell seemed almost like the easiest way out of having to try at living.
hey.
it catches her by surprise, regardless of amos's intent, and her glancing over his way, at the offered hand. wanda stares at it for a really long timeβseconds that seem eternal minutesβfor this gesture wraps her into a significant roll of emotions, of weary contradictions.
and yet, she so tired. )
...
( wanda doesn't say anything, not a thanks, not anything, at all, as she brings up a hand up to join his, lets the cold she feels thaw away from the warmth she feels from this connection. amos would never know, how this is more than just a physical point of contact to her; his emotions, his thoughts, they're so β linear, so balanced, compared to her own. it makes her feel steady. in the same way that pietro would hold her face, hold her close, whenever she felt something too strong or painful through her powers, this, too, helps her feel safeβnot quite in the same way, but similarly enough.
and while no thanks comes from her, amos will instead getβ )
Sorry. I know this isn't... your problem.
( βan apology. )