[ Cassian doesn't have powers like Wanda does. He can't feel the way others feel - good or bad. But he understands that concept. Of a person who is simply there, telling you that they'll stay no matter. The act of that is a balm and has been a balm for him more times than he'd like to admit. Especially as the days have stretched on for him the more he does for the rebellion and for Luthen and the more blood that begins to stain his hands.
Even as she begins to cry he stays there, resolute. The name of her brother - her twin - hangs in the air between like a phantom presence. A ghost that she carries with her now and always. It's something he understands. This sentiment of a loved one being remembered by others that they trust.
No one he knows has ever met Kerri. The thought of her memory, her existence, snuffing out should something, when something, happens to him is makes his heart clench. ]
I'll remember him.
[ As for the quiet resignation, well. His lips quirk slightly at that. ]
( with their hands together, intertwined, wanda feels reluctant to let go, of putting back some distance between them. she can feel the plastic of his pinky against her hand, but that's okay. maybe he won't feel it, and it'll make him forget of his current plight of turning plastic.
though she agrees that she'll stay until he finishes his dinner, wanda stays for longer, a few more hours, keeping him company, reading the magazines that he has in a corner of the room, making herself at home on his bed—all the while he putters away with C4T, works on his own little projects; until sleep threatens to close her eyes does she get up, putting her boots back on, and promising him that she's a call away.
this company—it was definitely something she needed, quiet and subtle. hopefully it did him good, too, even if they hadn't run into either of their mannequins. )
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Even as she begins to cry he stays there, resolute. The name of her brother - her twin - hangs in the air between like a phantom presence. A ghost that she carries with her now and always. It's something he understands. This sentiment of a loved one being remembered by others that they trust.
No one he knows has ever met Kerri. The thought of her memory, her existence, snuffing out should something, when something, happens to him is makes his heart clench. ]
I'll remember him.
[ As for the quiet resignation, well. His lips quirk slightly at that. ]
Until I finish my dinner, right?
🎀 !!
though she agrees that she'll stay until he finishes his dinner, wanda stays for longer, a few more hours, keeping him company, reading the magazines that he has in a corner of the room, making herself at home on his bed—all the while he putters away with C4T, works on his own little projects; until sleep threatens to close her eyes does she get up, putting her boots back on, and promising him that she's a call away.
this company—it was definitely something she needed, quiet and subtle. hopefully it did him good, too, even if they hadn't run into either of their mannequins. )