sorcerer supreme (eldritch_magic) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-04-19 17:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2019 april, ~25 points, ~~scarlett bernard (magickryptonite), ~~stephen strange (eldritch_magic) |
Who: Stephen Strange and Scarlett Bernard
When: Friday, April 19
Where: Their apartment
What: Feels and such
Warnings: TBD?
Status: Closed/In-Progress (TBC in Comments)
It was hard to forget the memories of being home nearly a year ago and saying hello to death. Stephen couldn’t place the feeling of crumbling out of existence, though it had to be worse than the endless loop he had held Dormammu prisoner within.
The whistling tea kettle pulled him from those thoughts and Stephen cast a glance into the living room where he had left Scarlett. The movie had been paused so that he could collect drinks of their choices and it was clear that he had become lost in thought.
“Was it scotch or whiskey you were looking for?” he asked, his voice raising slightly to be heard.
***
Scarlett had been distracted a little while he was getting the drinks because she had a black kitten on her lap playing tag with her fingers but once he spoke up she realized it had been a little while since he’d said anything.
“Whiskey. I’m an Irish brat remember?” At least on her mom’s side. “Do you need any help?”
***
Did he need help? Most likely not, but Stephen knew well enough that if he declined, it would lead to more questions. Accepting the help would as well, but it was possible one road would be shorter and more direct than the other.
“If I said yes, would it be too shocking and lead to questioning my sense of sanity?” Stephen grinned through his words, already working to find the good bottle of whiskey over the other bottle. It had most likely been a gift from someone and was there for emergencies only.
***
“Well since I don’t think I’ve ever heard you admitting to needing help I might have to question you just a little.” She lifted the kitten off her lap and tried to put it down but it had a good hold of her shirt so then she had to untangle its claws which made her laugh but she finally got loose and got up to go help.
“So, what can I help you with?” Maybe if she asked it that way he’d answer. He had been awfully quiet while he’d been puttering which did make her wonder if something was up. Neither one of them was great at sharing feelings or deep thoughts without having them pried out of them a bit.
***
Opening himself up was definitely not something Stephen was good at doing. He was trying, though, and had gotten better over the course of time.
“I don’t think there’s really anything either of us can do for this,” he explained, shaking his head. Placing a glass and the whiskey bottle on the counter, Stephen looked over at her. “I was just reminded that it’s coming up to the point when I went home last.”
Though he had taken the kettle from the stove, Stephen hadn’t started steeping his tea; the leaves laying in the metal ball next to his mug.
***
He might not be good at it but he was still definitely better at it than Scarlett was. Hell she’d admit that if anyone asked because she asked once and he spilled some information. She would have made him pry at her for a little bit before she would have grudgingly told him something. It was just the way she was.
“Anniversaries suck.” She put her hand on his arm then slid it around his back so she could lean against him. “Sorry.”
***
“Some do.” He was tense but it seemed Stephen was always tense. Being the Sanctum protector wasn't a quiet job by any means, but he didn't expect it to escalate as quickly as it had.
“If something happens again, if I end up not returning…” Trailing off, Stephen glanced down at her and placed his arm around Scarlett. His arm tightened around her and he let out a heavy sigh.
***
She didn’t have any really good anniversaries. Maybe this year when it hit the time they’d moved in together. That would be a good anniversary. “We’ll figure it out as it comes.”
Talking about this wasn’t making her comfortable. Scarlett wanted to make him feel better but at the same time she was the person with a long history of running away from the possibility of losing people. “You’re here now. Right?”
***
“I am, which I know is your way of saying that’s what we should focus on, isn’t it. And, you’re right.” Stephen paused briefly and gave Scarlett a smirk. “Don’t let that get to your head, though.” Joking, of course, he had great respect for Scarlett. There weren’t many people that existed here or elsewhere that Stephen could say that about with honesty.
Tilting his head down just so, he leaned in to kiss her. His hands cupped her face before moving back through her hair. They came to rest around her waist as Stephen pulled her in closer to him.
Only to be momentarily interrupted by an impatient kitten batting at the empty glass on the counter.
“Are you sure you’re the brat?” he asked with a light chuckle, breaking their kiss in the process.
***
Well she wanted to concentrate on him being there because she didn’t like to think about what if’s and it was kind of selfish but as long as she was right she was going to go with it. It was nice to deal with someone who didn’t either think her morals were too questionable or felt like she needed wrapped up and kept safe. There was a lot of that from people about her.
“The cat is the brat. There’s been two broken dishes this week already because they dared to be on the counter with her.” She sighed and picked up the kitten to save the glass from joining the death count. “She just doesn’t like it when we pay attention to each other.”
***
"Two dishes? She'll have to start paying for property damages." The offensive glass was placed in the sink and a new one was taken out of the cabinet. Pouring Scarlett's drink, Strange poured his own cup of tea. "Especially if she wants to have a say in how we spend our time together."
Gesturing with a nod of his head back toward the living room area, Stephen made his way back to the sofa and settled. Handing Scarlett her glass, he took a stip of his own drink and placed it on the table.
"Scarlett, if something should happen again? If I don't come back..." It wasn't a pleasant conversation, but it was a realistic one.