[thancred doesn't have to say anything; he could go, leave her alone. he could even ask her to leave, but it's his reaction that speaks much about the type of person he is, willing to welcome a stranger into his domain and allow them the room to cry, even when it should be none of his business.
wanda feels the surroundings shift around her, the crackling of the campfire gone, and she raises her head in time to see his offers. allowing her to stay.
sympathy in a drink and a handkerchief.
she reaches for the latter, to cover her face with it, momentarily. swallows hard when he puts his hand on her shoulder. fingers curl on the kerchief that's covering the lower side of her face, eyes red, giving him small nods in response to his words.
in abraxas, she's simply wanda, another one of the summoned. not the scarlet witch, doomed to bring destruction upon the universe, not a sokovian refugee, not an avenger turned fugitive. there is solidarity where it was difficult to find before, unable as she was to hide her background and her mistakes. she reaches for the glass, if just to keep her hands occupied.]
His name... was Steve. He was like a brother to me, especially when Pietro... [a shaky breath, drowned by putting her lips to the glass, taking a small sip. she swallows, bringing the glass down to her lap.] I hope they both — knew, how I felt.
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wanda feels the surroundings shift around her, the crackling of the campfire gone, and she raises her head in time to see his offers. allowing her to stay.
sympathy in a drink and a handkerchief.
she reaches for the latter, to cover her face with it, momentarily. swallows hard when he puts his hand on her shoulder. fingers curl on the kerchief that's covering the lower side of her face, eyes red, giving him small nods in response to his words.
in abraxas, she's simply wanda, another one of the summoned. not the scarlet witch, doomed to bring destruction upon the universe, not a sokovian refugee, not an avenger turned fugitive. there is solidarity where it was difficult to find before, unable as she was to hide her background and her mistakes. she reaches for the glass, if just to keep her hands occupied.]
His name... was Steve. He was like a brother to me, especially when Pietro... [a shaky breath, drowned by putting her lips to the glass, taking a small sip. she swallows, bringing the glass down to her lap.] I hope they both — knew, how I felt.