RP Stephen Strange and OPEN Who: Stephen Strange and OPEN When: December 23, 10:30 pm Where: The Holodeck What: Spellcasting Warning: Magic shizz
If Wong was here, he'd call Stephen foolish and too reckless with his own life. He'd tut and nag and complain. But Wong wasn't here. No one from Kamar-Taj was. No-one Stephen really knew was. There were acquaintances and, perhaps, friends, but nobody who was there for him. He was alone. Cupid's Curse, if that's what this was, had shown him that. It had been so nice to imagine a better life, to dream of a future where he loved and was loved in turn, but those moments of happiness had been nothing but lies, an amusement to a capricious spirit. The fact that the curse seemed to effect only him, while Steve Rogers was able to eat and sleep and be happy because he wasn't alone was just more proof. Stephen was sick of the grief, the tears, the loss of appetite, the insomnia. He wanted it to end. He was nobody's toy.
He arrived at the Holodeck at 10:30. Before anything else, he needed to center himself and still the magic within him, make it placid and deep instead of the turbulent despair that currently threatened to overwhelm him. He crossed his legs into the lotus position as the Cloak of Levitation lifted him three feet above the floor. He Conjured a large circle of red candles on the floor around him and lit them with eldritch fire. The wick would burn, but the flame would not ignite anything else if the candles were to tip over. Safety, as always, came first.
Eyes closed, Stephen began to chant in Sanskrit, letting the words drive all thoughts of Steve from his thoughts. No distractions now, no tantalizing glimpses of a life he could not have, now was the time for magic.