( love letters + shipping texts...because we're supposed to be social distancing, right? )

[reigun]

love letters + shipping texts meme

comment with your character. other people will reply to you. your characters (in a relationship, in love, in some sort of attraction that gravitates around the other, in idk 'love' is a many-splendored thing) are communicating via: passionate confessions written on parchment, furtive notes scrawled in code, passive-aggressive post-it notes, messages carved in trees, smoke signals, instant messages on space age computers, text messages complete with lovey-dovey pictures, whatever! have fun!

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stephen strange . mcu . ota

[rehandle]

( 30+ pls, cross canon and assumed cr fine )

[bathrobed]

After a not insubstantial period of consideration I've decided to upgrade you from 'clown' to 'magician'. You're welcome.

[rehandle]

Wow. Never have I felt such a potent blend of honour and disrespect. Thanks for devoting your time to the conundrum.

[bathrobed]

My pleasure. I'd say that it was intended to lean more towards disrespect, but I imagine you've figured that much out already.

[rehandle]

Of course. Don't worry, you're as predictable as you've always been.

[bathrobed]

Oh? Then tell me what I was going to suggest next.

[rehandle]

[ Holy backfire, batman. ]

I said as predictable as always, not entirely predictable. By all means, enlighten me.

[bathrobed]

( It's okay to be wrong, Stephen. Sort of. Alright not really, but you know 8') )

I'll give you a clue. It involves a bottle of Vanir wine that I've been saving for a special occasion, such as the day ending in 'y'.

[rehandle]

[ Ah. ]

Happy promotion day to me.

[bathrobed]

If you like. The offer is open, for the time being.

[rehandle]

What's the expiry? I'll be in tonight.

[bathrobed]

You're in luck - you'll be just in time.

[rehandle]

Perfect. I was afraid I was going to have to cheat.

[angerberg]

Stephen. It's been a while.

[ the tone of this text strikes some terrible intersection of 'are you still angry' and 'i need something' given that 'a while' has in fact been two solid years of hell that yennefer extended no contribution towards resolving. ]

[rehandle]

[ It was only a matter of time before this message came. But time can be a very important matter indeed, and Yennefer? She's late. ]

It has.

[ An answer that pays homage to her tried and true method of giving back only exactly what you get, if that, and nothing more. A yes and a what to her two part, unspoken questions. ]

[angerberg]

I hear you've been doing quite well for yourself.
The blip. That was you, wasn't it? Impressive.

[ Is this a bad time??? Are you mourning your work husband?? ]

You altered reality.

[rehandle]

I witnessed the possibility of a salvageable reality and made the first move before being wiped from the board until the very end of the game. Try not to get too excited.

What is it?

[ It might be a bad time... ]

[angerberg]

You were among those lost?

[ that seems to at least evince SOME emotion from her, though she has no right to expect him to read it as genuine. honestly, it had never occurred to her to worry for the sorcerer supreme. ]

[rehandle]

You're quick.

[ It's funny because she has in fact been exceptionally slow. ]

[angerberg]

Should I have comforted your ashes?
Would you feel better that I had wept over them?
There are other problems in this galaxy than yours, Stephen.

[rehandle]

[ She's right. He knows she's right. And he'd known long before it all went up in ash with no smoke and no fire that she wouldn't have a hand in any of it.

His grudge isn't with her. He has no grudge. But there's still so much left to bury. ]

Go on, then.

[ It's not an attack. There's progress. ]

[angerberg]

I had hoped this would be more pleasant.
Perhaps a drink.

[ An easy thing to fall into. Start with a drink, trip into what's casual and comfortable. That has changed. Stephen has changed in fighting Thanos — in losing to Thanos, and in returning afterward. She doesn't know how to wile him without those familiarities.

That realization bothers her. ]

[rehandle]

It's been a very long time, Yennefer.

[ A shattered mirror of her opening gambit. Longer for her than for him in consecutive, lived years, though years have a way of rushing by the longer a life. Maybe it balances out. Or maybe the millions of lives he watched play out and end skew the numbers back in his favor.

The point is, pleasant isn't as easy as a drink and a quip. Humanity doesn't come to him as carelessly anymore. ]

You can try.

[ He's at home. He's got no cause to run from her. ]

[angerberg]

That's quite the invitation.

[ But Yennefer is also used to going where she isn't wanted, and she has never let not being wanted stop her from anything in her life. So though she identifies the inadequacy of it, she still makes her way to New York. It's an instantaneous thing, a swirl of magic, a stumble through a portal — less graceful than Stephen's, but then, Chaos is less reliable, less graceful than his magic, albeit stronger in other ways.

And that is how Yennefer of Vengerberg, battleweary and covered in blood, arrives on the doorstep at 177A Bleecker Street. ]

[rehandle]

[ He feels it the instant she lands. The Sanctum echoes sharply around him, spellwork shifting with the intrusion and sending out pangs of warning. Stephen takes a steadying breath. Waves the spells into stillness with a quick twitch of fingers.

A second later he's at the door. The moment after that it's open and she's in front of him, bloodied.

It's uncomfortable to realise just how much you've felt a person's absence in the same flip of the stomach that reminds you why missing them is a lesser evil.

She's been fighting her own battles. And she's only just now bothering to let him know.

(Can he complain? He hadn't told her he'd temporarily ceased to exist.)

Stephen steps aside, makes room for her to pass. ]