[the story is much too long to try and summarize in this very moment. the world around them struggles to keep up with the way its magical extensions are being pulled apart at the seams. black and white shifts into technicolor, then back and again, recycling over the different eras she had layered upon this fantasy world of hers.
the wanda from the memory stands, working as the anchor that removes the scarlet magic from the hex, and for a momentโshe falters.]
Wait. Waitโ
[she looks at herself and follows her eyes, to the sight of a man with red skin, barely managing to pull himself up to his feet as particles remove themselves from his body. vision struggles, reaching out for her.]
Save Westview, or save your family.
[agatha says, watching from overhead, and both wanda turn to see tommy and billy, stopping in their tracks and falling to the ground, confused, looking at her with fear as particles pull away from them, too.]
Mom! Mooom!
[their cries for help are gut wrenching. they're in pain, and wanda stands in the middle, removing the magic that keeps them whole.]
You see, you tied your family to this twisted world and now one can't exist without the other.
[the pain her children are going through is too much to bear for wanda. vision is almost gone, her kids too; and, with this, she pulls the magic away from her, closes the rift that was opening to allow for blue skies, and everything is covered in scarlet again.
she is pulled up by vision, and as soon as her children are within reach, she holds them closely. a chorus of his follow, kissing their heads, are you okay?s unanswered. agatha throws a spell and wanda is smart to it, turning her back to shield her family with her magic, only for agatha's wicked magic to drain her of her power, her hands and arms drying up in the process.
the memory starts to fade, but it doesn't stop wandaโthe real wandaโto step into the memory, where her boys stand, and look them over again, wanting to hold them in her arms.]
Tommy. [is what she says, as it all fades to black.] Billy.
[and then they're back inside her cabin, sat on the bench by the window she had chosen before they were thrown into their memories, nursing a migraine as expected from this phenomena. fingers curl into her hair as she presses hands to her temples.]
Thanโ? [the rest of his name dies out as she holds back on a particular sharp shot of pain through her temples, raising her head and standing up to walk over to him.] Are you alright?
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the wanda from the memory stands, working as the anchor that removes the scarlet magic from the hex, and for a momentโshe falters.]
Wait. Waitโ
[she looks at herself and follows her eyes, to the sight of a man with red skin, barely managing to pull himself up to his feet as particles remove themselves from his body. vision struggles, reaching out for her.]
Save Westview, or save your family.
[agatha says, watching from overhead, and both wanda turn to see tommy and billy, stopping in their tracks and falling to the ground, confused, looking at her with fear as particles pull away from them, too.]
Mom! Mooom!
[their cries for help are gut wrenching. they're in pain, and wanda stands in the middle, removing the magic that keeps them whole.]
You see, you tied your family to this twisted world and now one can't exist without the other.
[the pain her children are going through is too much to bear for wanda. vision is almost gone, her kids too; and, with this, she pulls the magic away from her, closes the rift that was opening to allow for blue skies, and everything is covered in scarlet again.
she is pulled up by vision, and as soon as her children are within reach, she holds them closely. a chorus of his follow, kissing their heads, are you okay?s unanswered. agatha throws a spell and wanda is smart to it, turning her back to shield her family with her magic, only for agatha's wicked magic to drain her of her power, her hands and arms drying up in the process.
the memory starts to fade, but it doesn't stop wandaโthe real wandaโto step into the memory, where her boys stand, and look them over again, wanting to hold them in her arms.]
Tommy. [is what she says, as it all fades to black.] Billy.
[and then they're back inside her cabin, sat on the bench by the window she had chosen before they were thrown into their memories, nursing a migraine as expected from this phenomena. fingers curl into her hair as she presses hands to her temples.]
Thanโ? [the rest of his name dies out as she holds back on a particular sharp shot of pain through her temples, raising her head and standing up to walk over to him.] Are you alright?