[ She looks at the opposite book shelf and tilts her head back, watching him from her peripherals. ]
It's nothing like what I know.
[ What little Wanda does know, though! Without the Darkhold, she'd only have what Agatha had told her: her magic was spontaneous, perhaps not even considered real. Telling Steve that prompts something uncomfortable to twist in her gut. She'd have to tell him everything—from failing Vision to Westview to chasing Strange like he was a sheep and she the wolf. She likes it when he thinks of her as simply Wanda.
She contemplates how she wishes to explain it, her eyes trailing over the shelves in front of them. ]
It's like having the chocolate you like. It's creamy and delicious, melts in your mouth, and makes you want more. The magic here is like a different brand of chocolate. It's still creamy, but it tastes different. You're unsure if you want more, but you're willing to try.
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It's nothing like what I know.
[ What little Wanda does know, though! Without the Darkhold, she'd only have what Agatha had told her: her magic was spontaneous, perhaps not even considered real. Telling Steve that prompts something uncomfortable to twist in her gut. She'd have to tell him everything—from failing Vision to Westview to chasing Strange like he was a sheep and she the wolf. She likes it when he thinks of her as simply Wanda.
She contemplates how she wishes to explain it, her eyes trailing over the shelves in front of them. ]
It's like having the chocolate you like. It's creamy and delicious, melts in your mouth, and makes you want more. The magic here is like a different brand of chocolate. It's still creamy, but it tastes different. You're unsure if you want more, but you're willing to try.