[no, wanda does not react badly to his touch. in fact, she doesn't react much at all, other than the gasping gulps for air that she tries to take. his hand is warm, steadying, realβsolid, not a figment of her imagination, and it doesn't grow icy nor clawed, like one of many nightmares she's had ever since she destroyed the darkhold in every universe.
tears stream down her face without realizing. to hear this young man's voice, billy, to be called mom.
βand she could not even deny it if she wanted to. his magic is so similar to hers, she can feel it, like it's ripping her spirit apart. when she had started to syphon it, it's not as if she couldn't have. rather, the familiarity had hit her too close, and her body simply rejected it. she couldn't do this, not to himβ not to billy, not to her son.]
I can't do this.
[would that she would learn from past mistakes.
wanda wants to move past this, past a future where she doesn't hold on so tightly to the children she was never meant to have. but it's billy, and she's always loved the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, his toothy grin, his perfectly neat hair, andβ]
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tears stream down her face without realizing. to hear this young man's voice, billy, to be called mom.
βand she could not even deny it if she wanted to. his magic is so similar to hers, she can feel it, like it's ripping her spirit apart. when she had started to syphon it, it's not as if she couldn't have. rather, the familiarity had hit her too close, and her body simply rejected it. she couldn't do this, not to himβ not to billy, not to her son.]
I can't do this.
[would that she would learn from past mistakes.
wanda wants to move past this, past a future where she doesn't hold on so tightly to the children she was never meant to have. but it's billy, and she's always loved the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, his toothy grin, his perfectly neat hair, andβ]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.