[expect the science man to ask the science question. somehow, wanda thinks that just saying 'magic' would not quite suffice, and raise more questions instead.]
I created a world of my own with my magic. Anchored his soul in it. With it came the soul of two boys who chose to be born as my sons.
[a dream and a wish, with all the vagueness of magic dripping from wanda's words into this explanation that severely lacks context. the grief, the pain, the unconscious mind control, the compartmentalizing, the realization of a prophecy with her smack dab in the middle of it.]
But I couldn't keep them. It was a broken spell to begin with.
[and she dreams of them still, every single night. she dreams of a life with her family, with her white-picket fence ending, but it all feels as torturous as a nightmareβdangling in front of her something she could never have. it never takes long for them to scream at her, to turn scared eyes towards her, begging her to not hurt them.]
no subject
[a dream and a wish, with all the vagueness of magic dripping from wanda's words into this explanation that severely lacks context. the grief, the pain, the unconscious mind control, the compartmentalizing, the realization of a prophecy with her smack dab in the middle of it.]
[and she dreams of them still, every single night. she dreams of a life with her family, with her white-picket fence ending, but it all feels as torturous as a nightmareβdangling in front of her something she could never have. it never takes long for them to scream at her, to turn scared eyes towards her, begging her to not hurt them.]