[it's funny, how matt is so grounded in realityβand one could say it is because of how untouched he is by magic. meanwhile, wanda's mind spirals to conclusions and assumptions, because anything is possible for herβeven if those things are, in fact, those that always end with sacrifice.
she breathes in a shaky breath, because she catches something within matt, something unrelenting yet uncertain, like collapsing rocks. she tries to hold fast onto it to discern more, but just as quickly it's locked away in the vault of his innermost thoughts.
her expression pinches, her trembling lips trying to drag in short breaths.
a day in new york.
closing on herself, pressing back to the chair and drawing her legs up to curl up, wanda brings her hands to her face, covering it.]
βI'm sorry, I'm always just...
[crumbling down in tears over pretty much anything, even when being with matt brings her such joy amidst all the noise.]
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she breathes in a shaky breath, because she catches something within matt, something unrelenting yet uncertain, like collapsing rocks. she tries to hold fast onto it to discern more, but just as quickly it's locked away in the vault of his innermost thoughts.
her expression pinches, her trembling lips trying to drag in short breaths.
a day in new york.
closing on herself, pressing back to the chair and drawing her legs up to curl up, wanda brings her hands to her face, covering it.]
βI'm sorry, I'm always just...
[crumbling down in tears over pretty much anything, even when being with matt brings her such joy amidst all the noise.]