[the dead have spoken to her before; they've whispered her name to her, pleas for redemption, cries about their eternal damnation. all this has come to her through her studying the darkhold, and wanda knows it's an experience that treads through the darkness.
but she can overcome it, as she's done before, and it helps that claude speaks; it helps that he makes something of a joke about the situation, seeming to know exactly what it is that troubles her. up on her feet again, her expression solidifies into a frown, wary and cautious, but at least she isn't looking at her with too much misplaced fright.
because of course this is the horizon. what is here can't really touch them in realityβright?]
I've been seeing death in those around me for some days now.
[wanda walks the rest of the way down to meet him, swallowing hard as she reaches for his hands. except, she stops herself from touching him, fingers curling inwards as she brings her hands back unto herself. the chilly air whips around them, the snow flurries sticking to their hair and clothes.
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but she can overcome it, as she's done before, and it helps that claude speaks; it helps that he makes something of a joke about the situation, seeming to know exactly what it is that troubles her. up on her feet again, her expression solidifies into a frown, wary and cautious, but at least she isn't looking at her with too much misplaced fright.
because of course this is the horizon. what is here can't really touch them in realityβright?]
I've been seeing death in those around me for some days now.
[wanda walks the rest of the way down to meet him, swallowing hard as she reaches for his hands. except, she stops herself from touching him, fingers curling inwards as she brings her hands back unto herself. the chilly air whips around them, the snow flurries sticking to their hair and clothes.
she doesn't quite meet his eyes.]
You're alright?