𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 , 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 , the peace that settles beneath bent and broken bones , the space that allows the mind to find solace . here , there is sanctuary , a far distant relative to the lives they’d both become familiar with it ; something he longs for too .
❛ i don’t see what’s so bad about it , for you to hate i mean ❜
seems simple enough , how long has he craved an enclosure of the mind , something so casual , something so … easy with the heart of everything no longer lacking of straightforward necessity ? a hand reaches , resting carefully upon her shoulder as a more confident expression finds itself within the corners of his mouth . ❛ you are allowed to be happy , wanda . you need to know that ❜
@riscng said this is a place i love, and hate myself for loving. ( from waaaaaaaanda pls ) // this is how we lose the time war
