Re: quicklog: Jean G/Wanda M - Wanda's garden
[A slow tilt of her head. She didn't know about the Phoenix's feelings towards her, or that she was battling the flight or fight instinct just to be close, but she did understand those that were afraid of her.
But this wasn't just fear. Wanda had Pietro where she came from to keep her in check. Charles. Doctor Strange. None of them were here now, but she was here, and Jean was here and she found herself nodding slowly as her fingers laced with the other woman's. Could she do this? Yes, the possibility was there. The possibility was always there, like warmth in the tips of her fingers.]
If it comes to that - [Her head bobbed. No innocents. She didn't know how she would stop the phoenix, what might have to be done in order to make it deviate from its path, but she understood that Jean needed to hear that she would, that it would be as reassuring as touch was to her.] I don't want it to come either. [A soft, rolling confession.] I never wanted to hurt anyone. Do you know that? I only wanted to keep those I cared about safe. But everyone keeps leaving and I can't hold onto them.