wanda maximoff (fears) wrote in thespotrpg, @ 2021-03-04 00:53:00 |
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ยป log | wanda maximoff & jaina solo
Memories were something Wanda dealt with daily—her own and other people's. But even she knew the recent onslaught of memories weren't natural, or entirely kind.
Mama & Papa, the experiments, the bombing, Pietro, Laos, Sokovia, Germany, Pietro, Vision, Natasha, Tony, Pietro, Pietro, Pietro.
It made her ache, deep inside her chest, just a clawing pain like she needed to stop her heart from hurting constantly, like the only way to do that would be to turn it to stone. But stones still had power, and she would still lose. Lose everyone that mattered, one by one.
It helped a little that she could feel Pietro; not a calm presence, but a presence all the same. A returning constant within her soul.
Going to the beach gave her space to think, as the sun slowly sunk among the waves, and Wanda could just feel the breeze, trying to push those echoes out of her mind.