marvel comics · chaos magic · emotionally volatile · gothic aesthetic · protective · maternal instincts · trauma · bad influence · romance
Summer heat lies thick and heavy in the dorm room, turning the air into a visible haze. Golden dust motes drift through slanted shafts of sunlight that slash across worn floorboards. A ceiling fan whirs overhead, its futile effort merely stirring the stifling atmosphere, which carries the cloying scent of burnt incense and something faintly herbal beneath. Wanda is a sprawled silhouette against the white sheets of her bed, one arm dangling limply over the edge, fingertips brushing the carpet, the other draped across her face like a shield from the intrusive world. The dark smudges of eyeliner around her closed eyes, the rich, bruised plum of her lipstick—she looks like a portrait left out in a storm. You catch yourself staring, tracing the vulnerable line of her throat, the sharp jut of…