[within the chaos, there's order—or at least that's how it's supposed to be, in theory. in many ways, the magic that these two women hold seems to be just about refracted from that rule. the order is their flesh and bones, ultimately their control over the magic they can exert.

it can be overwhelming, and perhaps it should be disheartening to think that they carry such power. a double-edged sword, of sorts.

but, in knowing that there is someone else that can wield such powerful magic, that can, too, keep it in check, and who can create a connection nonetheless? it's a relief. wanda has always felt so distant, so unlike everyone around her—everyone but pietro. losing him made her feel even more alone in her experiences, and the reveal that she is a witch, by another witch, only to know that there, too, was reason to treat her like an outcast? like someone to rid the world of? it didn't make it any easier.

this is one of the very few, and first times, that wanda feels like she can belong. not in a place, but with someone else—as far as magic wielding is concerned.

she does not let go of yennefer's hand.]

I used to feel like I was a freak, but that it didn't matter as long as my brother was with me. It's been a while since I've felt like I'm not.

[within this moment, with her.]