[they are never fully silenced, but there's enough balancing here to counteract the negativity that's tried to seep itself through. wanda doesn't know how to explain it, but she feels fulfilled to the point of tearsโthis fragile, tenuous thing, of a son that is not her own, but with whom she shares so much to make her think โ does it matter?
it's billy. william. vision had picked that name for him, for the boy she birthed. they are still one and the same, aren't they? and nowโespecially nowโeven though her sons had been pulled into the world with magic, she did give birth to them, she felt them grow, all the pains and anxiety a mother-to-be goes through. it was real to her then.
just as billy, here, is real to her, too.
wanda's hold on him tightens, and she clings to the memory of those in her family who would hold her similarly. she presses her head against his own, finds her cheeks stained with tears, even as she tries to hold fast to her own strength. she breathes inโ
I'M UPSET
it's billy. william. vision had picked that name for him, for the boy she birthed. they are still one and the same, aren't they? and nowโespecially nowโeven though her sons had been pulled into the world with magic, she did give birth to them, she felt them grow, all the pains and anxiety a mother-to-be goes through. it was real to her then.
just as billy, here, is real to her, too.
wanda's hold on him tightens, and she clings to the memory of those in her family who would hold her similarly. she presses her head against his own, finds her cheeks stained with tears, even as she tries to hold fast to her own strength. she breathes inโ
then exhales.
she stays as she is, holding him.]
Are you okay?