ATOM.

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Her heart breaks at his words. She wants to believe them, loves him for them, but they both know how difficult it really is. Or she does and hopes he’s noticed . How many times has she attempted to contact him only to be blocked by malicious forces? How many times has she had to fend for herself because he too was fighting impossible battles? Resorting to what few artifacts they could find to allow her to speak to him for even a moment. She has needed his help desperately for years and only rarely gotten it. It’s hard not to lay that at his feet, even when she knows that many times he too was equally as helpless to cross the borders as she. But she loves him, they’re married –and perhaps this is a mark of naivety– but she’d hoped that that would mean something, cosmically. That he would know she needed him. 

But that was silly, better suited for the Clea of the past than the Clea of today. Now, as an adult and a Supreme in her own fashion, she’s simply exhausted– a deep bone-numbing exhaustion– and desperate. For allies, supplies, a win, comfort. His beard is rough and familiar against her skin, just as pleasant as before. Two sides of her war has she holds him close and savors the feel of his arms around her. Part of her wants to just go home with Stephen and sleep forever and forget all of this horror, the other half is appalled by that easy willingness to forget her people, wants her to look at this for it’s tactical advantages.  

Stephen…We both know Dormammu hardly makes it easy for anyone to cross his borders. I can barely get messages out at the best of times usually. Perhaps the Vishanti have blessed us, I left looking to look for allies and I found you.” 

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              the feeling of her in his arms once more, the feeling of the soft skin of her neck — he began to reminisce of their past, when they were happy.. when they were together. he knew that there was always something keeping them apart — and damn did he despise that fact. — but he would persevere for her, and always be there should she need him. that was what he wanted, nothing more.. he simply wanted her, and it always felt like the universe was spiteful in there always being something to keep him away from her, to keep her away from him. with these thoughts stephen simply squeezed her gently, sighing softly against her skin as he pulled back slightly, holding her until she would break away — should she want to. the thought of it tinged at his heart, but he could never stifle the flame of her wants and needs. nothing would get in the way of what she wanted — as evident that she was here, looking for.. allies, in her war.

her words made his expression fall ever slightly — enough to a keen eye would see that her words disappointed. he wanted her to have come to him because she missed him, but.. evidently the vishanti brought them together because he was the best bet of an ally in her war against dormammu. many a year ago he faced dormammu — and many decades did he receive a scar upon his back, flaming from the burning magics. the thought of his uncle-in-law’s death could bring an ease of this pain was.. tempting, in the sense that he wished to terribly to be able to help her. but life was not always that easy, it never was.   “   i want nothing more than to be able to say i could help you, my beloved..      with this he released her, taking a step back to lean his hip against the front of his desk. gods — the sorcerer ran a scarred and shaken hand over his expression, showing his sorrow.

“   i am.. unsure if i can leave, at this time. billy is still too inexperienced to fill in for me in my absence, and wong is just.. not enough, wanda would not want to, voodoo is simply incapable —   ”   so many excuses and because of this he stopped, he visibly deflated, he hated that he couldn’t simply run with her to battle.   “   you know i love you more than life itself, clea, i.. cannot simply abandon my world — not until there is a new sorcerer supreme ”