[it's niceβit's kind, the words that himeka and nero offer, but wanda wishes they would spend their sympathy in something that isn't a lost cause. it's not like they know, though, so she can't be angry about that. the final 'opening theme' plays, the picture perfect of a happy, normal family in front of their suburban home being the last image that remains before it fades to black.
wanda feels it in her gut, when color and sound comes back anew, like a tv show that's just pulled itself from the opening credits to the episode proper. except, it looks less like a sitcom, what comes onto the screen a memory from her perspective, until it enraptures all of them.
they're in a kids' room, twin beds on either end, the windows showing a fuzzy red wall inching ever closer.]
I can't go back to them.
[wanda, in the memory, sits on the bed with billy, while vision tucks tommy in. it's vision who starts, claiming that he's very proud of them bothβand wanda smiles, almost like she didn't expect it.
you know, a family is forever. we could never truly leave each other even if we tried. you know that, right?
she brushes billy's hair back, awkwardly, like she isn't sure this is what she should do in this situation. but she smiles, regardless, looking at them both lovingly; smiling. with a last kiss on billy's head, she stands, and kisses tommy's head, too, joining vision now at the doorway of the room.
for a moment, she pauses, looking out the window as the fuzzy red wall draws even closer. her breath catches, but then she looks back at her kids, and it feels urgent when she says:
thanks for choosing me to be your mom.
they smile at her, and it's a memory so, so precious, that getting to see it knocks actual wanda to her knees, as she watches it all fade back to black.
the world gives, their memories spent, and as wanda bows her head to draw a deep breath, they've all returned now to the floor of the barn. wanda opens her eyes and blinks away the tears. she sees himeka lying on the floor nearby, and she picks herself up, slowly, feeling the headache that tends to come after these bouts of memories. she spots nero too, and there's a sheep nosing at his back.
she needs to get upβbe useful. it was not just her pain on display, but her legs feel so heavy.]
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wanda feels it in her gut, when color and sound comes back anew, like a tv show that's just pulled itself from the opening credits to the episode proper. except, it looks less like a sitcom, what comes onto the screen a memory from her perspective, until it enraptures all of them.
they're in a kids' room, twin beds on either end, the windows showing a fuzzy red wall inching ever closer.]
I can't go back to them.
[wanda, in the memory, sits on the bed with billy, while vision tucks tommy in. it's vision who starts, claiming that he's very proud of them bothβand wanda smiles, almost like she didn't expect it.
you know, a family is forever. we could never truly leave each other even if we tried. you know that, right?
she brushes billy's hair back, awkwardly, like she isn't sure this is what she should do in this situation. but she smiles, regardless, looking at them both lovingly; smiling. with a last kiss on billy's head, she stands, and kisses tommy's head, too, joining vision now at the doorway of the room.
for a moment, she pauses, looking out the window as the fuzzy red wall draws even closer. her breath catches, but then she looks back at her kids, and it feels urgent when she says:
thanks for choosing me to be your mom.
they smile at her, and it's a memory so, so precious, that getting to see it knocks actual wanda to her knees, as she watches it all fade back to black.
the world gives, their memories spent, and as wanda bows her head to draw a deep breath, they've all returned now to the floor of the barn. wanda opens her eyes and blinks away the tears. she sees himeka lying on the floor nearby, and she picks herself up, slowly, feeling the headache that tends to come after these bouts of memories. she spots nero too, and there's a sheep nosing at his back.
she needs to get upβbe useful. it was not just her pain on display, but her legs feel so heavy.]