( matt's words circle in her mind, echoes of ghosts of a past, this awareness she has, now, with these strange powers of hers, making what floats in his mind all that much vividโimages of their imagined homes, as envisioned by him, of memories fraught with emotion but considered with such tenderness. this much is something else that tells her that the matt she's always known is still there, underneath this bravado and these walls.
(she is going to have to tell him about these powers one day, isn't she? they have to be honest, the both of them, and perhaps the idea isn't so unappealing to wanda, as long as they're together through it.)
they are ultimately still orphans trying to find their way in the world, however that may look like, wanting more than anything else for 'home'. wanda had thought it had been so invariably clear, that home would always be them, yet they took such a long, spiraling route to get to exactly this moment.
her heartbeat increases, the touch on her jawline tilting her head up a touch, draws her closer to him. he's tentative, she can tell, hesitant, trying to make sure that they're in the same wavelength. but matt cannot read her mind, the way she can, so he lingers on cues, on what he feels of her movements, on her words.
wanda breathes in, then leans in, hands at his shoulders, closing her eyes as she presses her lips to hisโa moment lengthened by how long she can hold her breath. pulling back, slowly, she realizes that tears have once more pooled in her eyes, now rolling down her cheeks.
despite the strained feeling in her throat, wanda adds, lest the silence prolongs itself into something awkward, )
You're home.
( and that much is a certainty she can offer him, the fact that she will be for him that which he's always wanted ever since he arrived at the orphanage after jack's murder; that much is a certainty that she is willing to give up so much forโbeing with him. )
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(she is going to have to tell him about these powers one day, isn't she? they have to be honest, the both of them, and perhaps the idea isn't so unappealing to wanda, as long as they're together through it.)
they are ultimately still orphans trying to find their way in the world, however that may look like, wanting more than anything else for 'home'. wanda had thought it had been so invariably clear, that home would always be them, yet they took such a long, spiraling route to get to exactly this moment.
her heartbeat increases, the touch on her jawline tilting her head up a touch, draws her closer to him. he's tentative, she can tell, hesitant, trying to make sure that they're in the same wavelength. but matt cannot read her mind, the way she can, so he lingers on cues, on what he feels of her movements, on her words.
wanda breathes in, then leans in, hands at his shoulders, closing her eyes as she presses her lips to hisโa moment lengthened by how long she can hold her breath. pulling back, slowly, she realizes that tears have once more pooled in her eyes, now rolling down her cheeks.
despite the strained feeling in her throat, wanda adds, lest the silence prolongs itself into something awkward, )
You're home.
( and that much is a certainty she can offer him, the fact that she will be for him that which he's always wanted ever since he arrived at the orphanage after jack's murder; that much is a certainty that she is willing to give up so much forโbeing with him. )
I love you, Matt. It's always been you, alwaysโ