[it's that kind of very small comfort they can offer each other, isn't it? but wanda knows what self-delusion looks like, and now she tries to tread through her thoughts on wistful thinking a little more carefully than before.
an appreciated gesture nonetheless, fully conscious that certain things are just easy to accept with a smile.
wanda cranes her neck, leans towards him, and kisses him slow. as a motherβwhether her children were real or notβshe can understand that sentiment of always seeing the best in her boys, even if their time together had been so short and fractured. it's impossible to ask the dead how they feel, so there would always be a question in the back of their minds, forever unanswered. as she pulls away from the kiss, wanda smooths her thumb over his lips, letting her knuckles rest against the line of his jaw, touching her forehead with his.]
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an appreciated gesture nonetheless, fully conscious that certain things are just easy to accept with a smile.
wanda cranes her neck, leans towards him, and kisses him slow. as a motherβwhether her children were real or notβshe can understand that sentiment of always seeing the best in her boys, even if their time together had been so short and fractured. it's impossible to ask the dead how they feel, so there would always be a question in the back of their minds, forever unanswered. as she pulls away from the kiss, wanda smooths her thumb over his lips, letting her knuckles rest against the line of his jaw, touching her forehead with his.]
Can I show you what they were like?