Loki stills when Wanda's fingertips find her lips. She barely even breaths as she processes what's happening. It's comfort, yes, and more than that, it's not denial. It's not a punishment or a breaking of what fragile kindness she's gotten so far.
She reaches out with everything she has, physically and mentally clinging on as much as she can. Yes, it may be the trauma speaking, at least a little, but part of this is Loki's strong desire to have someone to trust again, someone she can depend on and who can depend on her. She wants to be more than a tool, she wants to feel like more than something to be torn and broken down and made to do what is instructed of her.
She nods, picking her head up, her mouth finding Wanda's once again, this time a little more sure than before. "Light," she whispers her voice sounding like a confession. "Light in the dark. But not firelight, never firelight, more like...Like sun. Warm and promising you'll survive. We'll survive. We'll keep going."
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She reaches out with everything she has, physically and mentally clinging on as much as she can. Yes, it may be the trauma speaking, at least a little, but part of this is Loki's strong desire to have someone to trust again, someone she can depend on and who can depend on her. She wants to be more than a tool, she wants to feel like more than something to be torn and broken down and made to do what is instructed of her.
She nods, picking her head up, her mouth finding Wanda's once again, this time a little more sure than before. "Light," she whispers her voice sounding like a confession. "Light in the dark. But not firelight, never firelight, more like...Like sun. Warm and promising you'll survive. We'll survive. We'll keep going."