[this wave of pain and solitude that wanda feels coming from the other woman, in swathes of telepathic understanding, would probably wash her asunder. it is fortunate, then, that wanda has lived with this much herself, for long enough, to know how to brace herself, to keep strong against the crash, not allowing it to take over.]
I can feel itβ your pain.
[the betrayal, the faults, the loss. the loneliness that remains through it all, so emptying and devastating, that the only solace to break it is the magic, that is both a curse and a blessingβthat which has taken from them, but has given them, too.
wanda inhales shakily as her hand is surrounded by both the woman's. she can take magic, as much as she wants, wanda has an infinite amount to give, if just for the comfort of it, even if her chaos won't last for long in another vessel.]
The name that was carved in stone, it named me The Scarlet Witch. [wanda peruses the other woman's face a moment, then reaches, with her other hand, to stroke lightly at her cheek, pulling away. certainty, that this woman is real. maybe it's the tears wanda herself hasn't spilled that she thinks she sees on morgana's face? it's hard to tell. everything is a bit of a shock of their thoughts, their emotions flowing between them, a little dizzying, as it were.] But my name is Wanda.
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I can feel itβ your pain.
[the betrayal, the faults, the loss. the loneliness that remains through it all, so emptying and devastating, that the only solace to break it is the magic, that is both a curse and a blessingβthat which has taken from them, but has given them, too.
wanda inhales shakily as her hand is surrounded by both the woman's. she can take magic, as much as she wants, wanda has an infinite amount to give, if just for the comfort of it, even if her chaos won't last for long in another vessel.]
The name that was carved in stone, it named me The Scarlet Witch. [wanda peruses the other woman's face a moment, then reaches, with her other hand, to stroke lightly at her cheek, pulling away. certainty, that this woman is real. maybe it's the tears wanda herself hasn't spilled that she thinks she sees on morgana's face? it's hard to tell. everything is a bit of a shock of their thoughts, their emotions flowing between them, a little dizzying, as it were.] But my name is Wanda.