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finalflight2021-12-27 12:06 am
sorser) wrote in finalflight2021-12-27 12:06 am
PSL; [ pump it up ]
[A portal opens, unleashing its contents into a strangerβs home: the once-Sorcerer Supreme, and a creature.
A dark, murky thing, with long tendrils that might be called limbs were they not constantly fluctuating in a state of obscured shadow. They twist and snarl with an ill-defined face marked by glowing eyes, untangling itself from the sorcerer who has given it chase for an unknown amount of time, but for so long it feels like an age. But the sorcererβnone other than Stephen Strangeβslams into the ground hard enough to dizzy him for a few precious seconds, and the creature flings itself away. It rises up, rushes along the walls, knocking over furniture and picture frames, and rushes out the nearest doorway.]
Damn it.
[Stephen pushes himself to his feet, eyes barely taking the time to cast around and register where he is. The answer: he has no clue. It hardly matters, though β a creature like that, the very embodiment of nightmares, needs to be corralled as soon as possible. Away from this reality, or any other.
He exhales, ignoring the stinging cut across a cheekbone and the unsteadiness to his step, and gives chase.]
A dark, murky thing, with long tendrils that might be called limbs were they not constantly fluctuating in a state of obscured shadow. They twist and snarl with an ill-defined face marked by glowing eyes, untangling itself from the sorcerer who has given it chase for an unknown amount of time, but for so long it feels like an age. But the sorcererβnone other than Stephen Strangeβslams into the ground hard enough to dizzy him for a few precious seconds, and the creature flings itself away. It rises up, rushes along the walls, knocking over furniture and picture frames, and rushes out the nearest doorway.]
Damn it.
[Stephen pushes himself to his feet, eyes barely taking the time to cast around and register where he is. The answer: he has no clue. It hardly matters, though β a creature like that, the very embodiment of nightmares, needs to be corralled as soon as possible. Away from this reality, or any other.
He exhales, ignoring the stinging cut across a cheekbone and the unsteadiness to his step, and gives chase.]
no subject
[ She hums lightly under her breath to recall the memory and raises a brow at Stephen. ]
Not a bad one. Rather low-key and gentle if you ask me.