#greatprotector

who gave u the right

youmaythinkyouknowme replied to your photoset: henlo i just got home

I just screeched at Vera HOW IS SHE THIS PRETTY. IM CRYIN. I LOVE HER.

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@greatprotector inquired: it isn't your fault.

STARTER PROMPTS : Assorted Sentence Prompts ⤷ Accepting!!

"How isn't it my fault? Had I been quicker, then people would still be alive." She bitterly retorted back, shaking her head in frustration. The endless list of Wanda's mistakes only seemed to grow, and she didn't know how much longer she could take it. 'Was it ever going to end?' Wanda thought to herself, as she turned her back on Commander Shepard, not allowing the other woman to see her expression. She didn't feel ready to be seen in this emotionally compromised position when she was always viewed as practically a goddess. At the end of the day, Wanda Maximoff was still human.

@greatprotector inquired: i want to believe that there are things that will never, ever break. no matter how much pain someone takes, or how badly they're wounded.

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐘, 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 . ⤷ Accepting!

"I envy your way of thinking," Wanda kept her violet eyes trained elsewhere instead of at Commander Shepard. The cigarette Wanda had been smoking was pulled out from between her ruby lips to allow her to take a long drag, she exhaled a large puff of smoke. She couldn't really hold the same sentiment because of how many times she had been in pain she had been in her lifetime. In the end, Wanda had been broken and remains broken. She still doesn't feel entirely whole, she wonders if she could be whole again. "I had thought that way once upon a time, but life had beat me down too much that I think that I find it a little hard to believe."

❛⠀⠀ can't say i ever got that close to one. so, not yet. ⠀ ❜ ⠀ easy grin wraps around her teasing words, not writing out the possibility that one of these days, her luck might take a turn for the worse, and she'll know exactly what shephard is talking about. until then, she can hazard a pretty good guess from the other woman's grimace.

thumb and forefinger pinch shephard's chin, drawing it up so she can get a better look at her eyes. the blue and brown orbs seem fine to her. little worse for the wear, but what’s shephard for you.

❛⠀⠀ you'll survive. just, maybe, next time, don't jump in front of the explosion? ⠀ ❜