[wanda could not create, within her wildest imaginings, a world so beautiful, so rich. there are foundations of marble and stone, colorful, but lush greenery that speaks of some unfathomable freedom, as the skies above open to an infinite blue. water sits at the edges of what she sees, ocean foam and salty breeze. she has never seen a world like this, not within the confines of landlocked sokovia nor the four walls she was allowed to be in the united states.
it feels like she's walked into someone else's domain, so wanda doesn't think much of it, when a child races past her into an open street. it is only when the child doesn't crash against her legs that she realizes it might just be a memory after all.
still, she follows, hoping to race along the child (never quite catching up), if only to see more of this world.
diana, she learns is her name, and everyone is so kind to her. she seems to be the only kid in the vicinityβand it takes wanda a moment to realize that there are only women around. there is a plate of food, and wanda wishes she could take one herself too.
she follows the laughs, unable to keep herself from smiling, too, through the back doorβ
only to end up pulling away from the memory entirely, her footing just about lost, stumbling out of it precariously close to the edge of the cliffside. had she been actively running? she can smell salty breeze, feel it on her skin, but it's the sharp pain on her temple that pushes her backward on her feet, taking a few stumbles, forced to sit on the ground. wanda pinches at the bridge of her nose, trying to nurse the pain, unawares of the adult diana became sitting nearby on the same cliff.]
sorry for the delay!
it feels like she's walked into someone else's domain, so wanda doesn't think much of it, when a child races past her into an open street. it is only when the child doesn't crash against her legs that she realizes it might just be a memory after all.
still, she follows, hoping to race along the child (never quite catching up), if only to see more of this world.
diana, she learns is her name, and everyone is so kind to her. she seems to be the only kid in the vicinityβand it takes wanda a moment to realize that there are only women around. there is a plate of food, and wanda wishes she could take one herself too.
she follows the laughs, unable to keep herself from smiling, too, through the back doorβ
only to end up pulling away from the memory entirely, her footing just about lost, stumbling out of it precariously close to the edge of the cliffside. had she been actively running? she can smell salty breeze, feel it on her skin, but it's the sharp pain on her temple that pushes her backward on her feet, taking a few stumbles, forced to sit on the ground. wanda pinches at the bridge of her nose, trying to nurse the pain, unawares of the adult diana became sitting nearby on the same cliff.]
Ah... [wanda laments with a groan] Not again.