[this should make it easierβsevering ties that were never meant to last. if he was to act like this, if there was impulsiveness to his words, honesty in them, in wanting there to be honesty in them?
thenβ then it should be easy.
no satisfaction for matt of the tears he loathes to see (again and again); no satisfaction for matt in telling whether she's peered into his mind; no satisfaction for matt in any other words she'd like to say.
instead, as the world gives, as the darkness the collapses around them gives way to an exit, wanda takes itβleaves in silence. a closed door, a brewing tempest that tumbles through her domain as she locks every point of entrance, the lights turned off. her pain for her and her alone, in the silence of the quiet night in solvunn, wanting no more of this.
monsters don't get to choose forgiveness for themselves. monsters are just that, and any comfort provided is but a selfish dream.]
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thenβ then it should be easy.
no satisfaction for matt of the tears he loathes to see (again and again); no satisfaction for matt in telling whether she's peered into his mind; no satisfaction for matt in any other words she'd like to say.
instead, as the world gives, as the darkness the collapses around them gives way to an exit, wanda takes itβleaves in silence. a closed door, a brewing tempest that tumbles through her domain as she locks every point of entrance, the lights turned off. her pain for her and her alone, in the silence of the quiet night in solvunn, wanting no more of this.
monsters don't get to choose forgiveness for themselves. monsters are just that, and any comfort provided is but a selfish dream.]