[is her response, finding in his words and experiences parallels that she's lived through. words that were never said, needing to be said, moments taken for granted. there is a lot of loss amidst the summoned of abraxas, not just of permanent deaths, but from being stolen from a time and place of when and where things were turning up.
she can't stand to see him like this, and instead of pulling away, ushers him closer to wrap her arms around him. wanda hugs him tightly, his height looming over her, only her eyes managing to surface past his shoulder.]
I know. [she repeats, closing her eyes a moment, as this moment of physicality lets her read his emotions that much easier, thanks to her telepathy.] But you don't have to rush yourself to do that.
[when she opens her eyes again, the world around them is shifting, into a hotel room in edinburgh, rain outside the windows, wanda on the bed, nursing a cup of tea and a biscuit, while a blond man walks around the room, pacing towards one of the windows. there's a conversation, concern, and wanda getting off the bed to meet him where he stands.
wanda, the real wanda, pulls away, her hands remaining on jesper's sides.]
I just... feel you..
[unspoken feelings, loud in the room regardless, as she and vision share a kiss. a promise of forever, of understanding. though the memory is painful, she knows their truthβhers and vision'sβand there is no reason for jesper to throw away something that hasn't yet been lost.]
You'll return to him. I'm going to make sure of it, Jesper.
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[is her response, finding in his words and experiences parallels that she's lived through. words that were never said, needing to be said, moments taken for granted. there is a lot of loss amidst the summoned of abraxas, not just of permanent deaths, but from being stolen from a time and place of when and where things were turning up.
she can't stand to see him like this, and instead of pulling away, ushers him closer to wrap her arms around him. wanda hugs him tightly, his height looming over her, only her eyes managing to surface past his shoulder.]
I know. [she repeats, closing her eyes a moment, as this moment of physicality lets her read his emotions that much easier, thanks to her telepathy.] But you don't have to rush yourself to do that.
[when she opens her eyes again, the world around them is shifting, into a hotel room in edinburgh, rain outside the windows, wanda on the bed, nursing a cup of tea and a biscuit, while a blond man walks around the room, pacing towards one of the windows. there's a conversation, concern, and wanda getting off the bed to meet him where he stands.
wanda, the real wanda, pulls away, her hands remaining on jesper's sides.]
I just... feel you..
[unspoken feelings, loud in the room regardless, as she and vision share a kiss. a promise of forever, of understanding. though the memory is painful, she knows their truthβhers and vision'sβand there is no reason for jesper to throw away something that hasn't yet been lost.]
You'll return to him. I'm going to make sure of it, Jesper.