ATOM.

shadowsurrounded.

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              this is them, forever and always, trapped in the same tired circle, the same old song. they fight as if they hate each other; they confess things they would not have otherwise said; they retreat back into their corners, doomed to start over at some point or another. she loved him ( loves him still, even after all of it ) and yet there came a point in their married life when love was not enough to keep them from falling apart. and what will change now? she wants forgiveness and yet does not deserve it, and who can know for how long her husband will hold his resentment. fingers lock together, sticking in place with almost military rigidity. there’s pain writ plainly on his face, and it is mirrored in her own no doubt. clea keeps herself in place, neither moving forward nor backing away, stuck in this same mode, half supplication and half resignation. she would feel safer if she ran; she would be devastated if she gave in and ran. she would tear herself apart if she stayed; she would thank every god that exists if she was able to to stay.

            ❛      stephen       she wants, aches to say more. clea is aware that she has power over him, and yet he holds that same thing over her. stephen strange can render her mute with nary a phrase, can hold her over coals every day of her life and she will let him. without question or hesitation, even if it ends with her as a charred corpse of what she had once been. swallows thickly, bows head, gaze fixed on anything and everything but doctor strange, love of her life and potential cause for its ruination. 

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              a never ending cycle, they were, always dancing around each other when one did not want to work on the problem — in this case, it was him.     i felt.. like you betrayed me, like you did not love me..   ”   he ran a hand over his features, shaken digits hiding his face for a pause. he was not good with expressing emotions,     you know i’m not good with emotions, showing them — and it hurts me, that despite our millennia together, you still.. want me to change, clea. i can’t be the same man i was — the carefree man whom just only recently became knowledgeable to the world of magic, and sorcerer supreme..     he sighed, shaking his head as he stood — now pacing, with his hands hidden away in his front pant pockets. he was trying, that much was apparent, he only did not know where to go, what to say, to make her understand the enigma that was his mind.

“   you’ve changed, why is it.. difficult, apparently, that i have, too?     he frowned, looking over at her with a frown and searching eyes. he loved her, he was sure that he never would not love her, but.. there were times where she frustrated him — and now, appeared to be one of those times. however, he wouldn‘t audibly admit as such.



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