[ In many ways Shaxx's view of Wanda is far more simple; he sees her much as he sees all Guardians, the complexities of inner light that interweave to become something far greater, something that has potentiality to change the world with a simple act of defiance against the Darkness, an almost incomprehensible strength that waits to be called on in defense of others. She may not have a Ghost, but he knows with certainty that she can and will move mountains or break her own heart trying.
And that is all that has ever really mattered to him.
He holds her close for a bit longer, basking in that inner warmth from her before he presses a kiss against her temple. ]
Let's get it washed out so you can show me the bath explosive.
[ And he's just as careful and gentle with that, reverent almost, as he was in getting the conditioner into her hair in the first place, carefully finger-combing out every potential knot. ]
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And that is all that has ever really mattered to him.
He holds her close for a bit longer, basking in that inner warmth from her before he presses a kiss against her temple. ]
Let's get it washed out so you can show me the bath explosive.
[ And he's just as careful and gentle with that, reverent almost, as he was in getting the conditioner into her hair in the first place, carefully finger-combing out every potential knot. ]