[ He makes a low murmur, his eyes slipping half shut as he sinks fully into that synchrony, his head tilting to rest lightly against hers. His fingers move in light, slow caresses with his attention elsewhere.
He has never expected perfection of anyone--not even himself, a very rare thing amongst his fellows--and the imperfections are part of the whole of her, what builds Wanda to be who she is. He can have no objection, no desire but to see her released from the chains others have placed on her, so that she can be herself wholly. ]
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He has never expected perfection of anyone--not even himself, a very rare thing amongst his fellows--and the imperfections are part of the whole of her, what builds Wanda to be who she is. He can have no objection, no desire but to see her released from the chains others have placed on her, so that she can be herself wholly. ]
There is such Light to you.