[Vision closes his eyes and holds Wanda to him, tightly. The simple permission to be as he is and not as society wants him to be is worth so much to him, even though it's not a novel sentiment coming from her. Here there are no lies, no illusions, no doubt. If Witch says he's good enough how he is, then it is true. (He will change. He will, eventually, grow into the Consort's ring that waits for him. But Wanda knows from her own experience and her brother's that rushing that kind of development means it might never be as strong as it could be otherwise, whether it's an Offering to the Darkness or another kind of relationship.)]

You have it, Wanda. You are the bed in which the river of my happiness flows. You are the earth in which the flowers of my joy take root and are nurtured. My smile is brighter when it is reflected in yours.

[He opens his eyes when she guides his hand to the Sapphire flare. Pietro must have just as large a share of her heart, and he's Sapphire as well, but there's no mistaking the familiarity of that particular shade of power.]

I feel it.

[With it comes the realization that he's already inside her, in a far more intimate way than the physical act alone would grant. He kisses her again, hand still on the flare at her heart, and he's somehow not surprised to feel its pulse quicken in time with Wanda's heartbeat.]

I hope it helps you feel how much I love you in return. All of you, Wanda. [He touches that pointed ear again, delighting in the way it makes her shiver.] What I see every day, and what I now know to be true about you.

[Will they ever learn more about where he's from, what race he belongs to, who his people are? Well. His people are Wanda's Court, now, but as for the rest of it, this is a pretty good indication that she, at least, won't mind learning whatever secrets his form holds. Another splinter of anxiety that he doesn't have to worry about any more, and he already feels better for it.

He tilts his head to one side curiously.]

Is this a dream I will remember?