Everybody's Afraid Of Something ; Wanda Maximoff - Tumblr Posts
@witchoflegends || cont.
at first, all that she is capable of giving back is just a nod, a little more than a shake, and that’s it. glassy eyes and fast paced breathing—not frantic ! no, already past that part at least. not the calm, eased inhales of someone at peace with their own minds either. but also not the suffocated gasps of survival that once were. she stops, collects herself. “ sorry… ” and she means it, the guilt of waking him up faint but present even when this dynamic has been a constant since infancy. but she can’t help it, no. she’d like to make a promise of uneventful nights but that hasn't happened yet. not through all these years, and not with that restless mind of hers.
but her brother’s bed starts to have an effect on hers, or so she’d like to believe. soon, the fear in the back of her mind meets with the possibility of safety ( so scarce in the own silence of her room ) and although not quite there yet, she dares to speak. all in the name of distracting herself, just a little. “ were you... dreaming—about something? ”
Sara Barnard, A Quiet Kind of Thunder
What did you say?
- WandaVision (2021) / Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015)
Like father, like daughter(s) || Part One - Part Two - Part Three
X-MEN (2000) // X-MEN: DARK PHOENIX (2019)
THE GIFTED (2017-2019) // WANDAVISION (2021)
ANGER WAS : BETTER THAN TEARS BETTER THAN GRIEF BETTER THAN GUILT
“Wanda, if you stay here, you’ll die.” “I just did.”
@getlostsqdwrd || cont.
time, at some point, had stopped its sequence; and it shouldn’t count as a lie that she hardly acknowledged the moment she had left home for good ( if sokovia could still be called a home after all ). an aircraft, buzzing all around. a memory of papers and forms and instructions thrown over her; a room, her new room. an intent to make her train and the final resolution that she should be left alone, for a while at least. the hope that she’ll recover at some point, though how long ago she couldn’t tell anymore. and—in that blurred space, for as much as we can know, it came to happen. one grey afternoon, rain a symphony in the distance. it happened—suffocated words and eyes fixed in another world, somewhere far ahead. and a thought, barely one certainty amidst it all—that she hadn’t spoken to herself, but to the only one she’d trust herself at this point.
vision, his hand coming to intertwine with hers.
and for just a moment, she thought that would be all for today. them, sitting in the middle of the room. a silence she could perhaps lean on, for a while at least. understanding in just letting her sadness be. but—he speaks, and far from infuriating her she’s kindly pushed somewhere words could hardly describe. a tremble in the sides of her neck, tears that tickle in the corners of her eyes. and it’s—it’s not the first time she cries about it. less so, you’d have trouble finding a moment she didn’t look just about to release another tear, but—this time was different. in feeling, it was different. weary, of course, but liberating in the strange way where your pain is received with the ghost of a smile. with acceptance of what it is and will be for a while more. she sighs, closed eyes and a second in which she contained herself before turning to him, one look, some doubt, then a brief attempt at meeting him with a smile carrying the gratitude in her, that then came back to be the tired state of someone that had been haunted by memories every other night before.
“ it was like this—the last time it happened, you know? ” she admits, the faintest stroke of her thumb against the skin of his hand. “ when our parents died and we were rescued from under that bed, i—hardly really spoke again. the next days, months maybe. not even... when i was hungry or my head hurt from all that crying. but—pietro… he dealt with grief so differently. lock it out and choose time and time again to take me by the hand and take me everywhere he went. guessing all i needed and always getting it right, and—even when i couldn’t say a word he spoke to me for hours to no end. he never gave up… he never does. ” and through the tears there it was, at last—love in the way she painted his memory word by word. a light amidst her broken parts.
“ i wish i could be a little more like him… ”
# same energy and the only two times the strongest metal in the known universe has ever been busted (◡‿◡✿)
in another universe I’m easier to love
pictured: two idiots who have no idea what they’re doing and i love them anyway