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Slipping Away

Set between WandaVision and Multiverse of Madness. Wanda is having nightmares and slowly becoming lost to her grief.

Wanda is walking in a park, Vision is with her and she holds a small hand in each of her own.

The sun is smiling overhead and the trees flutter in the breeze.

They've eaten ice cream though she can't taste it. Billy has made a mess of himself with it.

Wanda assures him it will all wash out back at home.

He smiles and the breeze lifts his hair back from his head.

He's beautiful. He's so much more than she could have ever asked for and she thinks about both of her boys as the first bomb explodes.

Dirt flies and then the second lands, painted white and blue, splattering the earth with red. It leaves a crater where it explodes, more dirt and screams filling the air.

She looks to Vision but he's gone and her heart begins to speed up as she grabs her babies close and tries to protect them. Tries to shield them from a hell they've never known. From a world she has known.

They're crying and so are other children in the park, children that can't find their mothers anymore and mothers that suddenly aren't mothers.

Kids without mothers, mothers without kids.

It's insane and it's all wrong. There is no more Sokovia. Her boys have never seen their mother's home. They've never known bombs or paramilitary factions. They've never had to know upheaval or instability. Regime changes or ideologies and conflicts.

Dirt sticks to her hair as her children cling to her with a kind of fear she's known all her life.

She had a brother once.

They'd spent days trapped under rubble.

Now she didn't have a brother.

"I've got you." She tries to say, knowing she can't shield them from these bombs. No one can do that.

The earth explodes and suddenly she realizes with wild horror that she knows this park. It's in Novi Grad or it used to be. . . Before the world was thrown into the sky. Before it all came crashing down on the people that were left.

She screams too and her children sob, seeing horrors she never wanted them to know.

"Stick to me." She says, trying to hold them while everything implodes around her and the sky fills with smoke. "Stay with me." She whispers to her beautiful children.

They look up like helpless creatures and their eyes beg her for help, beg her to save them in ways she had no one to beg when she was young.

She can't hold onto them and like Pietro and Vision and Sokovia they're gone and she's staring into a crater, shaking and holding onto air.

Shaking and holding on to nothing.

She wakes with her heart hammering in her ear drums.

No more Mama, no more papa.

No more Pietro.

No more Vision.

No more Sokovia.

No more Tommy or Billy. . .

No more Wanda.

The Witch stirs, creeping to life as Wanda slips away.

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The room that slants north

Super late to party but I stand with my cancelled wife

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Hellblazer. Glenn Fabry.

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Locking the four of them together and letting the chaos unfold

Bonus

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Stares at u bisexually

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Okay like can we take a second to discuss the box for the Buffy library playset

So it’s cool, got a few different characters hanging out in the library, pretty good & natural

Except

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happy out for a walk bitch day to those who celebrate

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someone needed to draw this and apparently that was me

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Methos

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John Constantine - art by John Higgins

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Hellblazer, Issue #63 (1993)

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still-beating heart of a virgin

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Hellblazer, Issue #59 (1992)

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I need more fanart of John and his double headed seal baby

Like staring down seagulls like "don't talk to me or my 1.5 sons ever again!"

Seal child mentioned!!

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All That's Needed

Gil makes bread and Thena goes for a walk and that's all that's needed to make a good day

It's a quiet day, the clouds drift over head- sparce and white.

Gil is baking, finding new hobbies in old things all the time.

The world is quiet here.

Thena has gone for a walk, she likes to do that and he likes hearing about what she's seen when she get's back.

It's like a ritual.

Everything here is like a ritual. The waking and sleeping, the weather and sun and the way nothing changes. They do the same things over and over and try to find something different every now and then.

For all of it, Gil could hate it a lot more.

He loves Thena and so all of this. . . it isn't bad. It isn't even barrable. It's just nice. It's pleasant and he looks forward to the small things.

Him, who's seen countless years and battles, who knows at least some of the secrets of the universe. . . he looks forward to the small things because she's in them.

Thena drinks beer made especially for her. . . without alcohol and if she ever knows or suspects she doesn't say.

He doesn't think she does know but just the same. . .

He looks forward to her walks and what she brings back, the lizards and animals she takes as pets, the odd piece of rock she finds. She isn't always really with him and so she see's the world in a strange way but it's still her seeing it. He knows it's still her even if it's distorted by Mahd We'ry.

His bread is baking well, not like the last few batches. He's gotten something right this time but it'll take a few more tries to know what and he has the time.

They have all the time in the world.

All the time and none of the world.

Sometimes he misses the world but it's worth it and he can't see himself doing anything else. Can't see a world without Thena in it.

He catches himself, staring off into the distance as if looking for her. He needs to be paying attention.

This is the last moment for the oven, his bread is almost done and Thena should be back soon so she'll be just in time to get a piece while it's hot.

He smiles at the thought but does focus on what he's doing.

The bread is done and he takes it out, pleased at the brown color and the heat coming from it. Pleased with the smell and the timing.

It's little things connected to little things that make it so wonderful.

Thena get's back right as it's cool enough to eat and smiles as if she knew.

He can never see that smile enough.

Eternity isn't enough.

"What have you made?" She asks. "It smells good. Like the flat bread in Sumer."

He nods. "I've used the recipe from memory and I think I finally got it right. Have a taste."

She smiles again, crisp and striking and comes, taking a bit as he tears it and hands it to her.

She puts it to her lips and eats, never losing her smile.

It's radiant.

It's so blinding.

He smiles and eats a piece himself, finally having gotten it right.

"It's good." She say's and this is what they have in their little world. Small things like good bread and blue skies.

It's enough.

The bread is good and they eat plenty, laughing and sitting back like there's some kind of hope for her. Like things aren't waiting in the wind for them both.

This is a good day. There are bad days too but today is a good day and that's what matters. That's what counts.

They're together as always and the bread is good.

Little moments matter the most under a blue sky.