intoxicating darkness

can you feel this magic in the air?

it must have been the way you kissed me,

Wanda aimlessly walked down the hallways. She still hadn't gotten over Wes' death.
She should be used to the death going on around her by now but, she still couldn't get
around the idea of someone leaving this world from not living the longest life they could.

Wanda finally gave into the grief that has muddied her brain for so long and crumpled to
the ground with a slight thump. She cried silently, her chest throbbing with pain as she grieved
for the death of a friend. She may not have known him that long but it still hurt.

tag;; Beccaaaaaar
words;; god knowns
clothes;; right hurr
notes;; hiya!
credt;; credit goes to she had the world at caution 2.0

Becca walked briskly through the dark caves, heading back to the kitchen to return the--now clean--dishes. As she turned into another familiar cave, she heard sharp breaths from beside her, as if someone was laughing or crying, although with the utter silence through the rest of the hall and the death of Wes, she guessed it was the latter. She frowned and turned to the sound, crouching closer to the person. "Are you okay?" She asked quietly, still unsure of who it was.

~outfit~

can you feel this magic in the air?

it must have been the way you kissed me,

Wanda's crying stuttered a little when she heard footsteps. She
tried to shuffle into the wall without creating any noise all the same
time as trying to stop crying. She gasped as she tried to hard to keep
the sobs in but it was all too much, she just began sobbing loudly again.

She tensed as the person stopped next to her came to a stop and
then she heard the calming voice of Becca. Wanda exhaled in relief and
said, "Yeah.. no.. I don't know." She sniffed after that as getting the
words out became a struggle.

tag;; Beccaaaaaar
words;; god knowns
clothes;; right hurr
notes;; hiya!
credt;; credit goes to she had the world at caution 2.0

Becca winced as the sobbing got louder. She didn't really have to ask what the problem was. Since Wes had died, everybody in the caves had been quiet, some sobbing at random intervals and others completely silent. Everybody had their different ways of dealing with grief. When Becca heard the voice, she immediately recognized it as Wanderer's. She settled the crate of plates on the ground and sat against the wall. She had no idea what she could say to make this any better--if there was anything. It was true that Wes had gone to a better place, where he didn't have to be afraid and he didn't have to live on bread and soup, but Becca thought that might make Wanda feel even worse--since her species were the reason for the situation in the caves. Wes' death wasn't like Walter's, either. Walter had been in pain, whereas Wes had been in love, he was happy and young and nowhere near ready for death.

Wanda sat up when she heard Becca settle next to her. "No, no, you need to go take the dishes. I... I'll help." Wanda said and began pushing herself up the wall into a half standing, half sitting position. Wanda wiped her eyes with her hand before sniffing and making it into a full standing position.