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@iinventor​  asked  :    9

#9  :    exes  and  why’s    --    meg  deangelis

tony's   arrival   was   at   a   decidedly..      awkward,      time.      clea   had   just   left      —      the   two   of   them   likely   having   seen   each   other   leave   and   enter   the   sanctum,      respectively.      once   found   the   sorcerer   appeared   rather   confused,      as   usual   after   a   visit   from   his   ex-wife,      but   this   time   he   looked   a   touch   more   angry.      he   was   all   but   pacing   in   front   of   his   desk   as   he   ground   his   teeth   in   silent   agitation,      head   whipping   up   with   a   glare   at   the   sound   of   the   door   opening   once   more   before   his   expression   faltered   at   it   being   tony   who   stood   in   the   doorway.

"      ah..      tony,      "      he   began,      though   it   quickly   became   evident   that   he   didn't   quite   know   what   to   say   when   the   silence   was   never   filled   further.

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@iorast​  asked  :    13

#13  :    devil’s  backbone    --    the  civil  wars

shaken   hands   creak   from   the   strain   upon   them   in   fists   made   of   stress,      the   sorcerer   sitting   on   the   bedside   and   leaning   over   a   previously-fallen   trickster.      mismatched   eyes   gleamed   with   magicks   as   he   siphoned   energy   from   himself,      and   into   loki   with   a   light   sheen   of   sweat   over   his   brow   in   exertion.      for   as   much   as   he   loathed   to   admit..   

"      i   don't   care   if   you're   a   bastard,      just   wake   up..      "      he   whispered   to   a   seemingly-unconscious   silver   tongue,      his   magicks   stopping   once   it   appeared   death   released   her   immediate   interest.

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@luposcainus​  asked  :    "    am  i  an  avenger  now  ?    please  ?    "

the   question   was   met   with   a   visible   air   of   confusion      —      the   sorcerer's   head   tilting   towards   the   side   as   eyebrows   furrowed   in   thought.      

"      what..      exactly   are   you   talking   about   ?      since   when   have   i   been   someone   that   deemed   who   would   become   a   member,      much   more   so   a   member   of   the   avengers   in   general   ?      "

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@decthbringer​  asked  :    13

#13  :    bottom  of  the  river    --    delta  rae

the   sorcerer   sat   on   a   rooftop   across   from   the   hudson      —      legs   hanging   off   the   edge,   orange   emitting   from   all   three   eyes   as   he   scanned   the   length   of   water   in   a   seemingly   pointless   manner,   given   it   was   the   dead   of   night.      soft   footsteps   alerted   him   to   her   presence,      a   quiet   hum   leaving   him   before   his   third   eye   closed,      orange   diffusing   until   they   revealed   mismatched   eyes   once   more   as   he   shifted   to   address   her,

"      elektra,      "      he   murmured,      a   nod   in   greeting.      "      care   to   join   me   ?      "

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@cxpt​  asked  :    17

#17  :    devils    --    amelia  curran

did   they   listen   to   their   doctor,      did   they   do   what   he   said   ?      stephen   gave   a   low   hum      —      looking   over   the   sad   expression   that   steve   was   giving   him.      no,      don't   listen   to   the   sorcerer   supreme   when   it   came   to   things   that   were   decidedly   within   his   realm      —      only   come   crawling   back.      the   sorcerer's   expression   once   soft   now   hardened   with   armor,      mismatched   eyes   softly   glowing   with   how   hard   it   was   to   keep   from   snapping.

"      you're   going   to   kill   yourself,      one   of   these   days,      "      his   voice   all   but   thundered,      scarred   hands   shaking   from   both   rage   and   rhythm.      "      far   be   it   from   i   to   convince   you   otherwise.      "      never   did   his   voice   rise,      a   steady   stream   of   carefully   held   tone.

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@bastxrds​  asked  :    67    (  for  tony  )

#67  :    heaven  sent    --    parker  millsap

..was   it   such   a   bad   thing   ?      his   mind   wandered,      eyes   staring   mindlessly   into   the   heart   of   the   fire   roaring   within   the   fireplace   in   sanctum's   library.      the   sorcerer   raised   a   hand   towards   his   lips      —      scars   trailing   idly   across   his   skin   and   grounding   him   as   he   thought.      he   startled   slightly   from   the   too-loud   thumps   of   footsteps   throughout   a   quiet   home,      mismatched   eyes   wary   as   they   landed   upon   the   very   one   that   ran   through   his   mind.      vishanti's   name..

"      tony..      what   have   i   told   you   about   calling   before   you   show   up   ?      "      his   voice   still   held   the   lilt   of   wry   sarcasm,      though   it   was   a   touch   less   scathing   than   usual.

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@bastxrds​  asked  :    47    (  from marc  )

#47  :    beggars  &  liars    --    barn  swallow

the   sorcerer   gave   a   side-long   look   towards..      moon   knight,      whomever   was   taking   the   reigns   for   the   moment.      taking   a   slow   sip   from   his   tea   he'd   linger   upon   the   sanctum's   rooftop      —      people   watching,      clothed   heavily   in   a   puffy   jacket   and   looking   decidedly..      casual.      he   had   hoped   that   this   trip   upwards   would   soothe   the   ache   in   his   chest,      perhaps   lead   him   a   touch   closer   to   sleep..      but   it   was   looking   bleak.     

"      moon   knight      —      i   don't   remember   when   last   we   met.      what   brings   you   to   my   roof   ?      "

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@hexsreality​  asked  :    28

hozier  :    it  will  come  back It can't be unlearned I've known the warmth of your doorways Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you Oh, please, give me mercy no more That's a kindness you can't afford I warn you, baby, each night, as sure as you're born You'll hear me howling outside your door

for   how   long   has   he   known   this..      comfort,      both   familiar   and   foreign   all   the   same   ?      at   the   sight   of   her   mere   paces   away   his   features   brighten      —      tired   features   uplifting   at   the   sight   of   her   behind   a   windowpane,      as   he   tredged   his   way   towards   succor   in   the   dark   of   the   night.      a   shaken   hand   raises   to   ring   upon   her   doorbell,      the   sorcerer   humming   a   low   song   to   himself   all   the   while,      waiting   for   her   answer.      

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@spiderbitten​  asked  :    100

#100  :    everybody  wants  to  rule  the  world    --    lorde

the   sorcerer   gives   a   low   hum   as   he   looks   out   from   the   window   atop   a   grand   staircase      —      hands   folded   behind   his   back,      hidden   away   from   view   by   the   gentle   movements   of   the   cloak   of   levitation   ever   faithfully   upon   his   shoulders.      he   had   wondered   how   long   it   would   take   peter   to   arrive,      stephen   turning   from   where   he   stood   and   giving   a   half-smirk   at   the   younger   man's   appearance.      it   was   too   long   since   their   last   visit,      he   wondered   if   he'd   visit   again   at   all..

"      nothing   ever   lasts   forever,      "      he   murmured,      though   his   voice   carried   throughout   the   room   from   how   silent   the   halls   echoed.      "      peter      —      "      the   sorcerer   addressed,      smile   turning   more   genuine.      "      how   are   you   ?      "

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@breaksmen​  asked  :    21

#21  :    stolen  roses    --    karen  elson

how   difficult   was   the   world   falling   around   him,      a   hand   raising   to   rub   his   palm   against   his   forehead.      but   how   easy   would   it   be   to   run   away      —      go   to   where   only   he   knew,      to   just..      stop   caring   ?      it   would   be   so   easy,      but..      he   startled   from   his   thoughts   at   the   sound   of   a   familiar   gate,      hand   running   down   over   his   features   to   metaphorically   wipe   clean   his   mind.

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𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑳𝒀 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑬 .

❛  please  don’t  go .  ❜   //   @whitesuited​

he   was   about   to   leave   from   his   late-night   visit,      a   movie   night   as   it   were,      when   she   called   out   to   him   mid-spell.      at   first   he   felt   he   didn't   hear   her   right,      but   after   turning   to   look   at   her   once   more..      he   was   caught   in   her   web,      magicks   fizzling   from   his   fingertips   into   dull   nothingness   once   more.      the   cloak   once   again   flew   from   his   shoulders   to   lay   across   it's   own   chair,      the   sorcerer   pausing   before   moving   to   return   to   his   previous   position      —      next   to   her.      "      what's   wrong   ..?      "

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@amaxophbia​  asked  :    33

#33  :    graves    --    whiskey  shivers

the   sorcerer   sat   by   the   sanctum's   bar      —      a   mostly   empty   decanter   of   whiskey   sitting   in   front   of   him,      a   low   hum   to   an   unknown   song   emitting   from   his   person   as   his   other   version   walked   in.      he   glanced   over   his   shoulder   at   the   sound,      merely   giving   a   slow   sigh   at   seeing,      well..      himself.      his   younger,      relatively   happier,      self.      a   shaken   hand   moves   to   raise   the   glass   to   his   lips   once   more,      the   humming   stopping   at   the   discovery   of   company.      

"      what   do   you   want   ?      "      he   finally   offered   to   fill   the   stretch   of   silence,      voice   hoarse.

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𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑳𝒀 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑬 .

❛  don’t  act  like  you  know  me .  ❜  from steve !   //   @maimedaffair​

how   tempting   it   was   to   merely   keep   the   charade      —      but   the   pinched   expression   upon   steve's   face   showed   that   this   would   be   a   mistake.      the   misplaced   sorcerer   gave   a   soft   sigh,      looking   around   them   both   before   teleporting   them   within   the   sanctum,      and   away   from   prying   eyes   and   ears.      "      fine,      fine..      i   must   admit,      i'm   surprised   you   were   able   to   recognize   me..      "

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𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑳𝒀 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑬 .

❛  you’re  just  saying  what  i  want  to  hear .  ❜   //   @kurkowna​

the   sorcerer   looked   up   from   where   he   was   studying   a   certain   herb,      raising   an   eyebrow   and   standing   once   more   from   the   pensive   tone   of   her   voice.      his   expression   was   that   of   vague   concern,      though   there   was   underlying   amusement   in   the   way   mismatched   eyes   sparked   with   magicks.      "      is   that   always   such   a   bad   thing   ?      would   you   rather   find   enjoyment   in   disagreeing   with   you   at   every   opportunity   ?      foolish   be   the   man   that   gets   in   your   way,      my   dear.      "

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𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑳𝒀 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑬 .

❛  talk  to  me .  ❜   //   @desafia​

how   easy   would   it   be   for   him   to   divulge   what   plagued   his   mind,      his   sleep,      his   consciousness..      but   he   was   a   coward   in   this   regards,      a   pinched   expression   from   just   how   visibly   difficult   it   was   to   keep   himself   from   trusting,      from   allowing   her   in.      instead   he   raised   a   shaken   hand   to   comb   his   hair   into   further   disarray,   gaze   cast   elsewhere.      "      thank   you   for   your   offer,      my   dear.      "

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𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑳𝒀 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑬 .

❛  stop  looking  at  me  like  that .   like  i’m  broken .  ❜   //  @modelscience​

so   much   was   said   in   so   little   words,      the   sorcerer   momentarily   at   a   loss   from   how   put-off   the   younger   woman   felt   from   just   his   expression   alone.      yes,      he   was   sympathetic,      but..      "      even   if   i   was,      my   dear..      is   it   such   a   bad   thing,      to   be   broken   ?      do   brokens   things   never   mend   ?      "