Wanda closes her eyes and leans into the touches and the kiss. It's...nice, and without really thinking about what she's doing Wanda presses a light, chaste kiss to Loki's temple.
What is it about her that draws Wanda in? Is it the silvery light of her mind? Her strength in the face of her struggles? Or something else? She's not sure, but it's more than a simple desire to protect Loki or give her a place to heal from whatever's been done to her. Because if Loki tried to kiss her again, Wanda knows without a doubt that she'd allow it.
(No, that's still not quite right. She'd welcome it.)
"My twin brother. His name is Pietro," she murmurs as she tries a light caress of Loki's hair to see if she likes it. "He's like us. They brought us here to 'play,' too."
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What is it about her that draws Wanda in? Is it the silvery light of her mind? Her strength in the face of her struggles? Or something else? She's not sure, but it's more than a simple desire to protect Loki or give her a place to heal from whatever's been done to her. Because if Loki tried to kiss her again, Wanda knows without a doubt that she'd allow it.
(No, that's still not quite right. She'd welcome it.)
"My twin brother. His name is Pietro," she murmurs as she tries a light caress of Loki's hair to see if she likes it. "He's like us. They brought us here to 'play,' too."