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Approaching her from behind, his footsteps make his presence known, and Dru’s hands raise to gently grasp her shoulders, their difference in height requiring him to bend down slightly for his lips to press against the top of her head.

                      ❝ I’m sorry I was gone for so long. ❞

She doesn’t move when his hands rest upon her shoulders, though she does give a soft smile when she feels his lips against her hair. One hand rises to rest on his, as if to prove that he really is there, and she leans back into his chest. 

                      “I knew you would be back. And here you are.”

I can’t be the only person who has thought how much easier that fight would be with dadneto come on

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            ❝ I know you’ve lost everything. ❞ It’s one of the tragedies that draws them to one another. They each have lost an incredible amount, and although his loss was substantially larger in terms of numbers, the same empty hollow he feels was also left behind in Wanda. There is a somber understanding between them. It’s one he hasn’t been able to form with anyone else.

            ❝ But even knowing what I am, ❞ he continues,  ❝ knowing that I can’t feel emotion the way you do, you still want this? ❞ It would be more wise to turn her away. Dru is a soldier built for war, one who only knows how to fight, and yet— there is nothing left for him to fight for.  ❝ I do trust you. I only want to make sure you know what you’re doing. ❞

She doesn’t hesitate to answer. God only knows how hard it’s been to stay quiet. To bite her tongue around him to avoid pushing him away. “I do.” Whether she means to answer if she wants this or if she knows what she’s getting herself into, she doesn’t elaborate. It doesn’t matter to her. Either way, she knows this is the decision she’s been meaning to make for some time now. 

A slender hand reaches for his, careful and ready to recede if he refuses. She’s not sure if he’ll even take it. Physical affection doesn’t seem like something he knows all too well. Though she can only hope he understands, and responds in kind. 

Lately I’ve been winning battles left and right, but even winners can get wounded in the fight. People say that I’m amazing, I’m strong beyond my years. But they don’t see inside of me, I’m hiding all the tears. [insp.]

For all the sounds of the galaxy his powers allow him to perceive, Dru isn’t sure if he’s hearing her correctly. Wanda speaks of her affections, ones that she holds for him of all people in this world. She talks of caring for the one who nearly brought this planet to ruin for the sake of his own. The growing closeness of their relationship had been more than apparent in the last few weeks, but what he’d never expected was this.

            ❝ You care for me? ❞ he attempts to confirm, still amazed at how it could’ve happened.  ❝ I’m not turning you away, I just… ❞

Soldiers of Krypton were not bred to care or love, but he no longer has anything to defend, anything to fight for. There is no more Krypton. Dru can no longer carry out his purpose. Perhaps it’s time to find something new to live for.

            ❝ You have to at least trust me, first. I need that. Do you understand? ❞

Never in her wildest dreams could she have ever believed that he wouldn’t shun her affections, or wouldn’t call her naive. And in some ways, she is just that, naive and still attempting to find her place in the world. Dru just happens to be someone she wants to be a part of hers. Her reaction is hesitant, as if she expects for him to suddenly change his mind and flee. Green eyes fix upon him, arms crossed over her chest. She worries her bottom lip with her teeth, trying to form coherent sentences in her head. 

“I’ve told you of my past. What led me here.” The few stories she’s shared with him of her parents, of her brother, of Sokovia, were not memories she liked to dwell upon. But if need be, she would speak of the tragedies again. 

“I have lost everything. But I’m willing to trust you. God knows I want to place my complete trust in you. If you will place your trust in me as well.”

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Wanda is someone that he’s come to respect. Greater than that, he’s come to trust her, and the former general wants nothing more than for his trust to be reciprocated. The human woman’s power awes him, fascinates him, and the warmth she’s given to him since their meeting has been equally stunning. For her to now direct such negative feelings toward him almost feels like a slap in the face, although he realizes it’s one he rightfully deserves.

            ❝ You know there’s nothing I could ever do to regain Krypton. ❞ The world engine is gone, as is his ship, as is his crew. The only Kryptonians left are Kal-El and himself.  ❝ I can’t bring it back. ❞ He speaks nothing of the fact that he would risk everything once more if an opportunity presented itself. It’s the purpose for which he was born— humans could never understand that concept, or of how heavily it weighs upon him.

            ❝ Why are you hiding how you truly feel? If you hate me, then say it. Don’t keep me wondering. ❞

For the longest time, she’s wanted to tell him of her fears, if only to see his reaction. They weren’t family. They could hardly be called close friends, as much as she wants to be more than that. And in her heart, she knows it’s foolish to believe what she reveals could be reciprocated. They were too different, too strange both to the world they lived in and to one another. But the emotions weigh heavy on her, and she has to speak the truth. 

“I could never do that.” Wanda finally mumbles, giving a soft sigh. “Quite the opposite. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you this, not when I knew my affection could never be returned.”

She’s never felt like this for anyone before, not once in her short life. And here came this strange man from a strange world, whose loss was far greater than hers, and they connected. He understood her, just as she understood him. But he was bred for war, not for love. They could never be more than what they were now.

“I care about you. But I was afraid you would turn away from me if I said as much.”