( and when he looks up, wanda can't help but to look away and at him, at his profile. it seems like they are taking turns in looking at one another. in one single sentence, however, he is able to tell her so much about himself, even if wanda doesn't yet have all the pieces to make sense of it.
only when he does ask, does wanda turn to look back at the horizon. it's beautiful, no matter how she paints it. )
I wish I had a camera.
( that's how it's holding up to her expectations; it's been a minute since she's seen the sun setting, all vivid and colorful. she stays quiet the rest of the time, watching as the colors dim, the sun drops down just under the horizon, and the world slowly immerses itself in shades of blues and grays. glancing up, she can see but a few stars.
this is when she pulls back from the car, swats lightly at his arm, and, as promised, opens the passenger's side door. )
I could have walked it.
( βmaking a point, as she lingers on the open door, before getting inside. just like how he wanted. )
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only when he does ask, does wanda turn to look back at the horizon. it's beautiful, no matter how she paints it. )
I wish I had a camera.
( that's how it's holding up to her expectations; it's been a minute since she's seen the sun setting, all vivid and colorful. she stays quiet the rest of the time, watching as the colors dim, the sun drops down just under the horizon, and the world slowly immerses itself in shades of blues and grays. glancing up, she can see but a few stars.
this is when she pulls back from the car, swats lightly at his arm, and, as promised, opens the passenger's side door. )
I could have walked it.
( βmaking a point, as she lingers on the open door, before getting inside. just like how he wanted. )