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'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned Everything you lose is a step you take So make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it You've got no reason to be afraid

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WHEN I’M LIKE THIS, CALL ME – SILK!

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She'd often been told (at least by the YOUNGER heroes) that she was the easiest of the Stranges to speak with. Even if, technically, she was centuries older than everyone else. It was NICE to be needed. Especially when Scarlett found her way to the Sanctum.

Besides, Scarlett was probably preferable than her other FRIEND, Marc. Clea was still trying to decipher Stephen's animosity towards Moon Knight.

"Well, just reach out to America if you really want to travel," she mused, sipping her tea. (Earth had a HORRIFIC dark roast and she was fresh out of Dark Dimension roast.) Leaning back on the sofa, she cupped her mug close to her chest. "Mmm, I RULE another dimension, but yes--I've met all sorts of different people. Different Stephens, different Christines, different Tonys and Bruces--there's like 1000 different Spider-people," she hummed in amusement.

"Some dimensions are...more HOSTILE than others, of course."

it was easier to get along with clea than with doctor strange. it’s not like scarlett had anything against him, it’s just that he didn’t seem to have that much of a patience to deal with people around her age. so she tried to keep her distance. clea, on the other hand, scarlett really liked to talk to. 

so every now and then, specially when she was bored, she’d drop by the sanctum santorum to see if there were any missions  she could help out with ( although she hated magic and anything to do with it—she was just an archer, after all, certain things were a little above of her capabilities ), more as an excuse to talk to clea than anything else.

“i wish i could visit other dimensions.” she commented, taking a sip of her coffee. the idea of the multiverse interested scarlett so it was a topic she enjoyed discussing. “see the differences between here and other places, meeting new people and different versions of the people i already know…it'd be weird and crazy, i know, but interesting, i think." she paused for a moment. "you've met people from other dimensions , right ? and have you visited others places ? ”

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marvel won’t but marvel pls give me clea and stephen and their two kids having a happy life pls

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@runbarry​ ♡’d for a starter

{☆} “Hey! Where are you going, QUICKSILVER?” Clea’s hands are up, fingers pinched and ready to cast a spell in a moment. She’d never seen this person before--and to her KNOWLEDGE, the Avengers didn’t have a speedster on their roster.

She did make it a habit to keep out of their business.

The SORCERESS hovered in the air, half-tempted to launch them both into the MIRROR dimension. But, maybe she could hear him out before she blasted him.

“Who are you?”

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𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡

“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”

“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

“You asleep?”

“I like this, being so close to you.”

“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”

“You’re so, so, so pretty.”

“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”

“You make my heart beat so quick.”

“You always know how to make me smile.”

“You’ll always be safe with me.”

[Kisses the other on the cheek]

“Always.”

“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.”

“All my choices lead me to you.”

“I’ll never give you up.”

“I sleep better if you’re around.”

“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?”

“I like this. A quiet breakfast with you.”

“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”

“I trust you.”

[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]

“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”

“Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.”

“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. It’s — pretty.”

“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

[Puts head on the other’s shoulder]

“I will never let you go.”

“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

“You wrote me a song?”

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

[Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping]

[Extends a hand when they see the other was searching for it while they’re sleeping]

“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”

“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”

“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”

“It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.”

“I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you.”

“You’re cold. Come here.”

“You always do that. You always warm me up.”

“Stay.”

“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.”

[Hugs for a very long time]

[Puts feet on the other’s lap]

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

“I love you.”

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"I'm MARRIED to a Doctor. Do you know how many germs and bacteria exist on phones and doorbells and DOORKNOBS? Excuse me for not wanting to contract a virus and give it to my loved ones--all over a delicious grilled CHEESE."

"Seriously - and I mean, I'm not trying to be an ass here or anything - but is there something about magic that makes you guys forget how to use things like phones and doorbells, or am I just particularly special?" / @supremescrceress liked

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the best song for clea is the transition between don’t blame me and look what you made me do from the eras tour

you can’t change my mind

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i will be here later tonight! for now, i’ll be over on my cindy blog 💕

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When I'm like this, call me -- Silk!

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@herbsandsorcery asked:  “at least i did one thing right.”

{☆} “Hey--you’re doing just FINE, Rafael,” Clea chastised lightly, arching her brows up towards the roof, hovering high in the air. They were in the LIBRARY, and she was content to help Wong sort through the books--at least for the day. The better part of her day usually came at NIGHT, hidden below the stars, wrapped in her lover’s arms. Despite being the Sorcerer Supreme of the Dark Dimension, she wasn’t above helping out at Kamar Taj whenever she had free time. 

White hair floats through the air as she turns her head, fixing the young man with a stern, but affectionate expression. 

“Nobody starts out as an EXPERT--and if Stephen tells you he did, he’s a damn liar,” she mused. Settling down on the floor, she rests a hand on his shoulder. “In fact, when I started my training, he left me in the Himalayas for three days before he remembered I was his student.” 

There’s only a slight twinge of bitterness at that memory. The BEARS were friendly enough. 

She shakes her head and smiles. “You’re doing fine. You’re making STRIDES,” she chirps.

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"Stephen didn't send me," Clea mused, only a little perturbed to be reduced to a SORCERESS. But she holds her chin up a little higher. "I came on my own to offer my HELP. I understand you may have a Loki problem?"

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Natalia looked up from the desk, looking as though she were a little frustrated. "Strange didn't tell me he was sending a sorceress. What can I do?"

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@thisvastmultiverse​ asked:  “I want to do whatever you want to do.”

{☆} Seriously? They did this EVERY year in June. It was CHARMING in its own way, for Stephen to play nonchalant on Father’s Day--but when their kids wanted to lavish him with ATTENTION and do things he enjoyed, it was frustrating for Clea to try and decipher it. After all, she wanted it to be PERFECT. 

Sofia clung to her mother’s back, sucking her thumb as big green eyes watch her father with a toddler’s amusement. “Stephen, it’s your DAY and you get to decide what we do,” Clea sighed, lightly adjusting their daughter in her arms so she rested on her hip. 

Junior laid on the floor, feet kicking up as he read his book, lifting his gaze to his father’s face. “Daddy, you gotta tell us what you want to do!” He exclaimed, blue eyes wide as if he’d never heard such a thing. Clea turned to their son and arched her brows as if he proved her point. 

Her hand reached over, resting on his shoulder and giving him a light squeeze. “My LOVE, what do you want to do today?”

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"It can't feel GOOD to resort to the status quo when it's clearly not bringing you any JOY, Agatha." She frowns and tilts her head to the side. "Is there anything I can do to HELP?"

❛ I've tried implementing changes, dear. I just fall back into the same routine no matter how hard I try. ❜

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She wishes she could instill a little bit more CONFIDENCE for MJ, but the truth was that the Multiverse was an extremely complex piece of the known universes. Her brow furrowed and she shook her head. "Of course. As long as they're ALIVE, they still exist," Clea explained, summoning the tea set, filling the room with a warm scent of GREEN tea and lemon.

Carefully, she pours two mugs, steam swirling towards the ceiling and fading away. "The spell that was BOTCHED was a memory spell. The Runes of Kof Kol," she continued, keeping her gaze level with her task. She couldn't remember who the spell was even for, but her recollection was that there was a much SIMPLER fix to whatever problem they had been posed with.

Ugh--it gave her a MIGRAINE just trying to remember that whole ordeal.

At the reporter's next question, her frown deepened and she paused, absentmindedly sending the other mug towards MJ, which lightly set down beside her bag. "What do you mean?" Clea quizzed, expression puzzled.

Just what in the HELL had Miguel uncovered? What was going on?

Her hovering ceased and she sat on the couch for a moment before climbing to her feet. "What do you KNOW? What is going on that Miguel didn't want Stephen and I to know? Despite our limited knowledge, the MASTERS of the Mystic Arts should know if the Multiverse is endangered."

{☆} Her nose gives a little wrinkle of concern, but Clea nods her head, pulling her legs close to her chest as she hovers over the sofa. Tucking a stray lock of white hair behind her ear, she turns her face to MJ, watching the little device with wariness. "The Multiverse is a very complex piece of the universe--it's something that even Stephen and I have not fully grasped," she begins softly, tilting her head towards the stairs.

The sorceress holds her palm up, her free hand gesturing and conjuring a brilliant and glowing pink illusion. It almost resembled an artery, veins branching out and throbbing in different directions.

"I'm not sure if what happened here caused an INCURSION...but, there was a..." Her lips purse and there's a glimmer of angry violet in her eyes. It was such a foolish mistake, avoidable--She halts her vicious condemnations in her head. Truthfully, she didn't even remember why he had cast that spell in the first place--or who it was for.

"There was a mishandling of a SPELL here. We had multiversal figures appear, but Stephen set it all to rights."