Vision feels her relax in his arms and he knows he’s chosen the right place for her to recover. That was all he really wanted, but to know that it pleases her brings him a deep sense of satisfaction. Her happiness is something he finds of the utmost importance. It’s almost disconcerting how much his well-being is linked to hers.
He shifts her in his arms and looks into her eyes. “You deserve to be happy, Wanda.” Then he carries her into the house, his passage through the lavender blossoms causing the soothing scent to waft around them both.
The inside of the cottage is as picturesque as the outside. The furnishings are old and elegant, but well kept. It’s difficult to say whether they’re originals or replicas. Either way, they give the house an air of enchantment. He’s spent hours seeing to every detail. There’s a well-stocked kitchen complete with everything needed for paprikash as often as Wanda might like. There are vases brimming with lavender and white roses on nearly every surface. Wanda’s experienced so much ugliness, and Vision senses that beauty is as greatly needed as anything else. Though, looking at it now, Vision realizes he might have been a bit excessive.
But it’s the practical concerns on Vision’s mind now. She still has physical wounds that need attention and is likely dehydrated. Though the medical supplies are not in the open, Vision has been thorough in collecting equipment and any medications that he could possibly need. He didn’t know what Wanda’s physical state would be when he found her. He hoped for the best while planning this escape, but prepared for the worst.
Vision takes Wanda directly to the bedroom and gently places her on the bed. He doesn’t want to release her, but this is a safe space, and he cannot provide the care she needs if his arms remain wrapped around her. Logically, he knows this, but it doesn’t stop the dull ache when she’s no longer in his arms.
“I know it’s painful, but I must see to the rest of your injuries now,” he whispered softly. “When I’ve finished I can bring you something to eat, or you can rest. Whatever you wish.”
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He shifts her in his arms and looks into her eyes. “You deserve to be happy, Wanda.” Then he carries her into the house, his passage through the lavender blossoms causing the soothing scent to waft around them both.
The inside of the cottage is as picturesque as the outside. The furnishings are old and elegant, but well kept. It’s difficult to say whether they’re originals or replicas. Either way, they give the house an air of enchantment. He’s spent hours seeing to every detail. There’s a well-stocked kitchen complete with everything needed for paprikash as often as Wanda might like. There are vases brimming with lavender and white roses on nearly every surface. Wanda’s experienced so much ugliness, and Vision senses that beauty is as greatly needed as anything else. Though, looking at it now, Vision realizes he might have been a bit excessive.
But it’s the practical concerns on Vision’s mind now. She still has physical wounds that need attention and is likely dehydrated. Though the medical supplies are not in the open, Vision has been thorough in collecting equipment and any medications that he could possibly need. He didn’t know what Wanda’s physical state would be when he found her. He hoped for the best while planning this escape, but prepared for the worst.
Vision takes Wanda directly to the bedroom and gently places her on the bed. He doesn’t want to release her, but this is a safe space, and he cannot provide the care she needs if his arms remain wrapped around her. Logically, he knows this, but it doesn’t stop the dull ache when she’s no longer in his arms.
“I know it’s painful, but I must see to the rest of your injuries now,” he whispered softly. “When I’ve finished I can bring you something to eat, or you can rest. Whatever you wish.”