wanda hears her own words in river, when she started to become more familiar with her powers as that of a witch's own. the look river sports, between confused and sheepish, speaks of how ultimately new this is to her, and how she isn't entirely sure what at all to make of it.
whether it is good, or bad, or something in between...
wanda raises her hands, dirty with soil, and grabs at river's own. a smile on her features, she thinks of a time when she learned a new song on the piano without making any mistakes, how proud her mother was. she thinks of the swell of pride she felt when she could control her powers enough at first, how excited her brother was for them. she thinks of her beautiful boys, of tommy and billy, when they came into their powers within the hex, during halloween; how her love for them just felt like it would spill over.
it brings tears to her eyes, but not enough for them to spill over the brim. river is but a fledgling little witch, finding her way, amidst the magic of this world. if wanda could be as selfish as to want to call her as one of her own.
her hands squeeze river's own tightly. )
It should be, but it isn't. You are learning magic, and you can create so much with it. ( her voice is a little quieter as she adds, throat a little tightβ ) Don't be scared of it.
Let me help you control it.
( people have sought her out in the past before so that she can be a mentor to them. wanda is always unwilling, uncertain of her own abilities. right now, she offers it, so easilyβeasier than ever before.
to be an anchor for river, when she herself had hoped someone would teach her. agatha's intervention had come too late, but maybe wanda won't be so late, now. )
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wanda hears her own words in river, when she started to become more familiar with her powers as that of a witch's own. the look river sports, between confused and sheepish, speaks of how ultimately new this is to her, and how she isn't entirely sure what at all to make of it.
whether it is good, or bad, or something in between...
wanda raises her hands, dirty with soil, and grabs at river's own. a smile on her features, she thinks of a time when she learned a new song on the piano without making any mistakes, how proud her mother was. she thinks of the swell of pride she felt when she could control her powers enough at first, how excited her brother was for them. she thinks of her beautiful boys, of tommy and billy, when they came into their powers within the hex, during halloween; how her love for them just felt like it would spill over.
it brings tears to her eyes, but not enough for them to spill over the brim. river is but a fledgling little witch, finding her way, amidst the magic of this world. if wanda could be as selfish as to want to call her as one of her own.
her hands squeeze river's own tightly. )
It should be, but it isn't. You are learning magic, and you can create so much with it. ( her voice is a little quieter as she adds, throat a little tightβ ) Don't be scared of it.
Let me help you control it.
( people have sought her out in the past before so that she can be a mentor to them. wanda is always unwilling, uncertain of her own abilities. right now, she offers it, so easilyβeasier than ever before.
to be an anchor for river, when she herself had hoped someone would teach her. agatha's intervention had come too late, but maybe wanda won't be so late, now. )