[ they'd both had their share of losses, both have had to face the consequences of their decisions in one way or another. with the paths she's taken, wanda hardly knows the right one, whether it be with the underground, or the inner circle — she'd chosen to stay apart from it altogether, afraid of what might become of it, afraid mostly of herself. lorna had been the braver of them, of stepping up for what she believed was right rather than withdrawing into herself as she had done. so much for being a role model of a sister, she'd nothing to show for it.
but if there's anything she can do, it's to be there for lorna if and when everything should fall. where she'd fail to be a sister to pietro through to his final moments, she could stand beside lorna through the most difficult of decisions, to hold her when she feels the weight crushing her from above.
and it seems as though it has when she sinks against her body, her arms curving around her small frame and locking around her waist, holding her tightly to her chest as she dips her nose and lips into her hair, shuffling through it until her mouth kisses the tip of her ear. ] I'm here. [ she whispers with reassurance, holding her steady to keep her from crumbling. ]
[ they're of opposite minds when it comes to who is braver; lorna is always going to see wanda as the braver of the two of them. she'd kept fighting for her family, even when she'd thought there was none of them left. she'd kept going even after feeling their brother die in her head, even after her home and city had been destroyed. and she's still here for lorna after the things she'd done.
she's able to stay standing as wanda's arms lock tight around her, and lorna buries her head in her sister's chest as she reels from the reality of what she's done and what she's managed to do and the possible consequences to come. she sobs near silently for a few moments, letting herself break down in a way she hasn't been able to within the inner circle's walls. ]
[ she'd never felt as alone as she had when she lost pietro, always having had her brother at her side despite the train of losses that had come before. for a time, wanda hadn't been entirely sure how she'd be able to carry on, never knowing or even considering living a life without the weight of her other half at her side. lost and aimless, she'd only known emptiness for the days that followed, a hollow shell that couldn't conjure up a single spell to light the space within her — until she'd found lorna.
she lets the tears soak through her shirt, some of her own threatening to slip through the corners of her eyes, and she tightens her hold of encircled arms.
her kisses are soft, simple peppered things left over green locks of hair as she lets the time slip by for however long that lorna needs it to. there's no need to cast a light on any of her sister's guilt, her own heart still weighed with plenty of her own; all that she can do is remind her that she's loved, that she isn't alone, that she never will be, for as long as they're both still here. ]
[ it doesn't last for long, compared to how long she's been holding on to everything. she's always hated crying and would have preferred not to do this, even in front of her sister, who she knows will always be there for her even if she doesn't agree with her. after a few more moments of indulging in her sister's comfort, she pulls it together, straightening and pulling back, wiping hastily under her eyes and at her cheeks. ]
Sorry to ruin your shirt. [ among other things, like bringing her into this. although if it comes to a fight between reeva and her sister, her money is on wanda. ]
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but if there's anything she can do, it's to be there for lorna if and when everything should fall. where she'd fail to be a sister to pietro through to his final moments, she could stand beside lorna through the most difficult of decisions, to hold her when she feels the weight crushing her from above.
and it seems as though it has when she sinks against her body, her arms curving around her small frame and locking around her waist, holding her tightly to her chest as she dips her nose and lips into her hair, shuffling through it until her mouth kisses the tip of her ear. ] I'm here. [ she whispers with reassurance, holding her steady to keep her from crumbling. ]
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she's able to stay standing as wanda's arms lock tight around her, and lorna buries her head in her sister's chest as she reels from the reality of what she's done and what she's managed to do and the possible consequences to come. she sobs near silently for a few moments, letting herself break down in a way she hasn't been able to within the inner circle's walls. ]
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she lets the tears soak through her shirt, some of her own threatening to slip through the corners of her eyes, and she tightens her hold of encircled arms.
her kisses are soft, simple peppered things left over green locks of hair as she lets the time slip by for however long that lorna needs it to. there's no need to cast a light on any of her sister's guilt, her own heart still weighed with plenty of her own; all that she can do is remind her that she's loved, that she isn't alone, that she never will be, for as long as they're both still here. ]
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Sorry to ruin your shirt. [ among other things, like bringing her into this. although if it comes to a fight between reeva and her sister, her money is on wanda. ]