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“am i included in what you wished differently?” morgan asked as her fingers stroked the armor of his chest delicately. she paused those when she locked eyes with him. “i can take the heat.”

“so, hidden. that’s what you prefer? a facade. not the real you?” the redhead paced around him slowly with her fingers tapping together

“oh? i see how it is.” morgan chuckled as she closed her eyes momentarily, enjoying his touch. “victor… do you ever wish things were different?” fluttering her eyes open, she timed her head. she was rather curious to hear his answer.

“can you blame me? i’m a woman who knows what she wants. and i grow impatient at times…” morgan reminded him as she felt his touch. it always made her feel the right amount of tingles.

“you know i don’t do easy. it’s so boring. i like a challenge.” morgan lifted her leg and rested it across his lap, tracing her fingers along his armor. “you know that victor…” the blonde leaned her face closer to his so that she could gaze into his eyes.

“but loving you is so…” morgan paused as she placed a hand on his chest. “… worth it.” she was being honest. no man could make her feel what she felt when being around him. he set some spark within her that only could be put out by him.

“dead parents. dead brother. dead friends. dead husband. dead children. what’s your story?” wanda was now curious about his story. “and why do you wear this…” her hand motioned towards his outfit.

“i suppose that’s true, but how long must we keep doing this? this push and pull…” morgan said, gazing into his eyes as she leaned closer to him. “i want your love…” she admitted, becoming more serious. “sure, it’s just brain chemistry, but what we have is different.”

“how so? witches have families. loved ones. why must my destiny be filled with nothing but grief and loss and agony with very few moments of happiness?” stepping closer to him as the darkhold copy floated, she cocked her head to the side. “why must i be punished since birth?”

“you don’t have to lie to me, victor… i’m not in the cards for you.” such denial. she’s been scorned in the past. but he always came back to her. “why do you want me?” a simple question with an answer that would probably confuse her.

turning her head to face him with her breath hitching due to how close they were, she breathed out a chuckle. “because i know the great victor von doom doesn’t do… love. it’s just a chemical. electrons in the brain sending signals, right?”

closing her eyes, wanda let out a shaky breath as she lifted her hands and managed to produce something from her powers. another darkhold. “i can have both.” she said, looking at him through the redness.