[wanda pulls back a touch when billy says he's okay, and it hits wanda just how similar they are. not only in that they both harbor chaos magic, but in the way similar thoughts of self-deprecation, dread, of being ostracized (either by others or themselves) courses and ricochets through their minds.
her hands move from him, and instead cup at his face. billy may notice something different about this, about how wanda seems to finally see him. there is warmth in her eyes: the love of a mother.
it's tender, the way she grazes her thumbs over his cheeks.
she's been awful at thisβso, she tries to amend it a little.]
Tragedy and loss seems to run in the family. [there's an i'm sorry in the silence, that she doesn't voice.] I'm here now.
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her hands move from him, and instead cup at his face. billy may notice something different about this, about how wanda seems to finally see him. there is warmth in her eyes: the love of a mother.
it's tender, the way she grazes her thumbs over his cheeks.
she's been awful at thisβso, she tries to amend it a little.]
Tragedy and loss seems to run in the family. [there's an i'm sorry in the silence, that she doesn't voice.] I'm here now.