[it's telling how vulnerable she feels. her usual irritated attitude is gone, the distance she likes to keep between herself and others melting away. nero had reminded wanda of pietro when he had first arrived, a shock of white hair and the jock-like gait to go with it; now, with his arm around her shoulders, the touch almost sends her back in time to precious memories of her brother looking after her, protecting her.
wanda leans into nero, a squeeze of emotion in her chest.
she mourns and mourns and mourns. she is not done burying a loved one before she has to dig a grave anew, get torn asunder by the shock and the waves of grieving. anchor after anchor removed from her, the ground slipping from beneath her feet. nero is hereβa safety net; himeka is hereβkeeping her ashore.
she doesn't know how much time passes as she cries into his shirt, eventually removing herself with an ounce of embarrassment on her face (downcast eyes, slow, trembling movements, rubbing at her tear-stained cheeks). for what it's worth, she remains close, pressed to his side, and brings a hand to hold onto himeka's.
her lips tremble as she tries to get the words out. her chest feels heavy, every breath painful, but she's been here before. she can surface again.
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wanda leans into nero, a squeeze of emotion in her chest.
she mourns and mourns and mourns. she is not done burying a loved one before she has to dig a grave anew, get torn asunder by the shock and the waves of grieving. anchor after anchor removed from her, the ground slipping from beneath her feet. nero is hereβa safety net; himeka is hereβkeeping her ashore.
she doesn't know how much time passes as she cries into his shirt, eventually removing herself with an ounce of embarrassment on her face (downcast eyes, slow, trembling movements, rubbing at her tear-stained cheeks). for what it's worth, she remains close, pressed to his side, and brings a hand to hold onto himeka's.
her lips tremble as she tries to get the words out. her chest feels heavy, every breath painful, but she's been here before. she can surface again.
(she is home here, temporary as it may be.)]
Isβ is the bread still warm?
[how to awkwardly shuffle out of this?]