[ Not always. What Wanda often wants is fantastical. She wants the perfect picket fence life where bombs don't break walls and floors and suck parents into black holes. She wants to have the reaffirmation that Pietro will never leave her, even though she knows he never will by choice. Telling Pietro as much will only encourage him to roll his eyes and erect his walls. He sees the world for all the black in it while she tries to find all the cracks of light.
He's the biggest burst of light for her.
She smiles as he entertains her request and swings her legs gently for a moment before stilling. She sighs wistfully and smiles. This kiss is enough, but she's always been greedy for more of him.
She gazes at him softly, almost as though she's sated with merely that. But she's Wanda, and she'll keep asking for more of him as long as he continues to give himself to her. ]
Here next. [ She tilts her head to the side and taps her fingers on the underside of her jaw. ]
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[ Not always. What Wanda often wants is fantastical. She wants the perfect picket fence life where bombs don't break walls and floors and suck parents into black holes. She wants to have the reaffirmation that Pietro will never leave her, even though she knows he never will by choice. Telling Pietro as much will only encourage him to roll his eyes and erect his walls. He sees the world for all the black in it while she tries to find all the cracks of light.
He's the biggest burst of light for her.
She smiles as he entertains her request and swings her legs gently for a moment before stilling. She sighs wistfully and smiles. This kiss is enough, but she's always been greedy for more of him.
She gazes at him softly, almost as though she's sated with merely that. But she's Wanda, and she'll keep asking for more of him as long as he continues to give himself to her. ]
Here next. [ She tilts her head to the side and taps her fingers on the underside of her jaw. ]