@aigonakru || ash vs. evil dead sentence starters || accepting!
Do you know what evil is, Wanda? It’s power without fear, without guilt, and without pain. (vision to wanda)
thighs press against the tops of her hands as legs dangle over the ledge of the tall clocktower she's tugged his hand all the way to the edge of. no one's spotted them coming up here. even passerbys didn't bother to look their way. no matter how close they got. seemed some protective bubble kept them perfectly unseen the entire way up here. til the dark swallowed them up and the height did the rest.
they were alone in their tiny little hamlet in scotland they've disappeared to. somewhere no one would ever think to look for them. she's stealing time with him. and him only. after all of the chaos. all of the loudness that these past years have swallowed her (and, subsequently, him) up with? once so much dust that's been battered up into the air of their lives settled?
wanda could think of nothing more she wanted than for her and vision to disappear. to points unknown only to her or his whim and wherever it might take them. sometimes she lets herself speak of the thoughts that run deep enough to rattle her bones. to make her question herself. or reality. or the world the way she sees it. the way he does. or herself. or philosophical things. or a combination of all or none. tonight, she was quiet for a while letting their silence and entwined fingers say all that needed to be said for the longest time.
she was thinking. when she confessed it was about what evil might be. about what others may think of as evil. he might have seen it on her face, heard it in her voice. that she might be thinking more deeply than the philosophical meaning of the world. maybe tonight, her soul was holding a mirror. peering at its own reflection and wondering.. if what it saw staring back was real. or what she was beginning to see was only because her vision was tainted still..by so many..thoughts she may or may not be leading him all over the world in hopes of putting to rest at last. or at least putting enough miles between her brain and the crackling faultline inside her mind that she feels is starting to catch up..
