[Vision hesitates just a moment before entering Wanda's room. She looks so different this way - she feels the same to him in a way he can't describe yet, but her clothes have much less of the symbolic and more of the personal about them. So that's the power of clothing. He'll have to consider it for himself, maybe see if she has some suggestions in the light of day.
His eyes take in everything he passes, but he'll have to ask about them later. Right now he's exhausted and barely processes his surroundings, just enough not to trip on any of the scattered items on the bedroom floor. He sits down next to her and is silent for a moment.
Does he want to talk about it? What can he even say that will explain the hard knot of hurt and anxiety that was his first day alive? And yet, he can already feel it loosening in her presence. Here she is, living proof that not everyone is afraid of him, that there is kindness here.
It's probably been an awkwardly long silence by the time he actually answers, and the words come slowly - though not as slurred as they were earlier.]
I told you I was dangerous. What I failed to tell you was that this is the first day I've been awake, and that after a very brief time with my creators I was attacked, blamed for their deaths, and driven away from the town. I think they either believe I am dead, or that the monsters in the forest will have a new member.
[Are there even monsters in the forest? If Wanda is considered one of them, and the townspeople are considered "good", perhaps he has a fundamental misunderstanding of language.]
Are you certain I should be here with you?
[He wants to be. He wants so badly to stay here, in this warm and living home full of magic, kept by someone who welcomed him. He feels safe around her. Her reassurance that he can't hurt her is actually believable, and yet it isn't truly himself he's worried about. It's the people who were so afraid of him - what if they come here? Is her lovely house safe? Is she safe? He tenses up just thinking about it, despite the soreness that's crept back in after the healing and hot bath.]
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His eyes take in everything he passes, but he'll have to ask about them later. Right now he's exhausted and barely processes his surroundings, just enough not to trip on any of the scattered items on the bedroom floor. He sits down next to her and is silent for a moment.
Does he want to talk about it? What can he even say that will explain the hard knot of hurt and anxiety that was his first day alive? And yet, he can already feel it loosening in her presence. Here she is, living proof that not everyone is afraid of him, that there is kindness here.
It's probably been an awkwardly long silence by the time he actually answers, and the words come slowly - though not as slurred as they were earlier.]
I told you I was dangerous. What I failed to tell you was that this is the first day I've been awake, and that after a very brief time with my creators I was attacked, blamed for their deaths, and driven away from the town. I think they either believe I am dead, or that the monsters in the forest will have a new member.
[Are there even monsters in the forest? If Wanda is considered one of them, and the townspeople are considered "good", perhaps he has a fundamental misunderstanding of language.]
Are you certain I should be here with you?
[He wants to be. He wants so badly to stay here, in this warm and living home full of magic, kept by someone who welcomed him. He feels safe around her. Her reassurance that he can't hurt her is actually believable, and yet it isn't truly himself he's worried about. It's the people who were so afraid of him - what if they come here? Is her lovely house safe? Is she safe? He tenses up just thinking about it, despite the soreness that's crept back in after the healing and hot bath.]