[it's just them, and this growing, gaping darkness that becomes all-consuming. what is there to say? he doesn't want pity, he doesn't want helpβdoesn't need itβand wanda knows very well that he can handle himself just fine.
but how long until the world weighs too heavy for his back?
wanda tries to leave, but finds that she can't, and her eyes open to see his silhouette in black, the stiff conflict in the joints and the seams, muscles tense; any other time, a sense of comfort could be found with it all, but right now? it could be so easy to break.]
I've never pitied you.
[βbecause if he's angry at her, he should be angry for the right reasons. because she's technically a criminal, a murderer, a crazy witch with too much power to know what to do with it.
think her unhinged, think her emotional, but never, neverβ
why won't this space in the horizon let them go? her magic draws like tendrils below her, onto the floor, but it finds no place to go.]
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but how long until the world weighs too heavy for his back?
wanda tries to leave, but finds that she can't, and her eyes open to see his silhouette in black, the stiff conflict in the joints and the seams, muscles tense; any other time, a sense of comfort could be found with it all, but right now? it could be so easy to break.]
I've never pitied you.
[βbecause if he's angry at her, he should be angry for the right reasons. because she's technically a criminal, a murderer, a crazy witch with too much power to know what to do with it.
think her unhinged, think her emotional, but never, neverβ
why won't this space in the horizon let them go? her magic draws like tendrils below her, onto the floor, but it finds no place to go.]
I thought β that we β
[understood each other?]