Siren

Don't Let Me Go

Wanda's mourning didn't last as long as one would expect, knowing that she had her soulmate to comfort her and take her mind off of her brother's sacrifice. For an entire two weeks, Gianna looked after the sensitive Sokovian woman. Gianna would regularly supply her lover with foods that would supplement her depressed mood. 

"Draga? Tu ești? Is that you?" Wanda sang from the bathroom of her room. 

"I hope you like noodles, because I've brought us some!" Gianna replied cheerily as she kicked the bedroom door shut with her foot and set the bag of food on their bed. 

A renewed version of Wanda Maximoff exited the bathroom in dark clothing and a grey dressing gown. If Gianna hadn't put the bags on the bed, she sworn she could have dropped them in awe of how gorgeous she found her girlfriend standing before her. Her jaw anchored open as she refrained from drooling, which in turn made the brunette's face redden like a cherry as she combed some hairs behind her ear. 

"W-What? Is there something on my face?" Wanda asked bashfully. 

Composing herself, the other woman cleared her throat and stared admirably at her girlfriend as she tilted her head to the side and smiled delightfully. "Not yet. I do not recognise my lipstick over your face yet." 

Wanda rolled her eyes at her comment and sat herself down on their bed and started to take out the food inside with her hands rather than just using her magic as she normally would and switched on their television to watch something entertaining. 

"Wanda?" 

"Hm?" 

"Can I ask something of you?" 

"Of course. What is it, draga?" 

Pursing her lips, Gianna smiled nervously and fed herself a dumpling. "I trust you with my life, darling, and... I'm going to be straightforward. Can you look in my mind?" 

"A-Are you sure you want me to do this? Why has this crossed your mind so suddenly? You never brought this up before - only I did when I told you what I, what I did to the others." 

"Darling, I trust you." 

Wanda took a deep breath and raised her hand up to the side of the black-haired woman's head and channelled her focus to using her magic to enter the mind of her girlfriend. Gianna's mind took Wanda to see whatever her mind allowed her to see. An event took place, in which the witch took part in witnessing a peculiar event. Wanda could see her soulmate standing in the middle of an empty room, looking up at someone far taller than her. 

"... do not know you." A deep, menacing voice loomed. 

"Then perhaps you know my father," said Gianna. "The God of Mischief, Loki." 

"My hand still stains with his blood." 

The look on Gianna's face made anxious the Scarlet Witch as she continued to watch. Gianna's fists clenched, a faint glimmer of something crimson visible from her palms as her eyes also shed crimson tears, her face paled instantly so that she looked like a reanimated corpse. The Goddess of Voice let out a howling screech before falling on her knees, her head bowed so her hair covered her face from the brunette watching Gianna's mind unfold before her. 

"Swear your fealty to me." The stranger commanded. 

Gianna unwillingly did so by standing back up and took small steps towards the tall being. 

"Almighty Thanos, I, Gianna Odinson, the rightful queen of Asgard; Goddess of Voice, do hereby pledge to you, my undying fidelity." Gianna said slowly as she stole a glance in the direction in which Wanda stood then looked back at the giant. 

In the blink of an eye, Gianna produced her favourite dagger and swung upwards to pierce her enemy in the throat, but it was all hopeless when a blue force restricted her dagger arm from ever reaching anywhere near the being's chin. 

"Undying... You should choose your words more carefully. But I believe you. You truly are the daughter of Loki - like father, like daughter. Arrogant and misguided by the fools that which you call friends." The being said tauntingly and groped a large hand around Gianna's dagger hand and squeezed tightly enough so that she winced and dropped said dagger. 

"LET HER GO!" Wanda heard herself scream from close by. 

An older, more mature version of the Scarlet Witch ran up towards the being strangling her soulmate when her older version ended up in the receiving end of the being's other hand grouped around her throat. 

Whilst still being strangled - close to death - Gianna managed to choke out what words she could get out before her life was taken. "You... will never be... a god..." 

A sickening snap caused the body of the Goddess go limp, her struggling to escape the firm grasp as the Wanda also being held at choke-point became weak and began to sob tremendously. A bright spark of red shone out of Wanda's eyes as her younger self watched intently as the being was knocked off his feet. Something powerful flew through the air towards the being that killed Wanda's soulmate as another event took place that which the young Wanda was unfortunate to witness before she pulled out of Gianna's mind and found the black-haired woman staring precariously at her lover. 

The Goddess noticed how afraid and visibly shaken her girlfriend was. A pair of hands cupped the brunette's cheeks with her lips following to meet her lips. Though Gianna had no clue as to what she saw, she was either too nervous to ask or too afraid of what she might be told. Whatever Wanda found sickening about what she saw in her mind, Gianna struggled to form words to comfort her lover any further than the close contact she provided. 

"Don't let me go. Don't you ever let me go..." Wanda sobbed in the nook of Gianna's neck. 

"Not a second in your life. I would rather rot in the pit of Hel than abandon you." Gianna replied confidently.