━━━⋆ ꙳ ✩ ☀️⋆ CLAIR
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C | Where the senses of
the Sorcerer Supreme
fall in surrender to the spells of
the Bearer of Light.
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Doctor Strange x FEM!Oc
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ACT ONE. NEPTUNE. CHAPTER 3: SCIENTIFIC SUICIDE.
CLAIRE SERVED THE TEA IN THE SMALL CUPS, adding a tablespoon of honey to sweeten it a bit, she was afraid that another of her culinary creations would taste bitter as in previous attempts, she disliked being lied to about details like that, she was a perfectionist. The body language of a normal person could show one thing but their mouths said something else, something common when tasting her food.
She came out with tray in hand, her eyes to the ground so as not to meet glances with the stranger, she left the tray on one of the nearby tables while holding one of them, she approached the man without looking at him, she handed him the cup to which he greeted and thanked with kindness, with a slight nod of the head she went to one of the opposite corners seeing his back, the Ancient One was serving his tea. She felt his confusion at knowing who the Sorceress Supreme really was, unintentionally she briefly read his thoughts, a bit insolent for someone who was pretending to receive help.
By paying more attention to his clothing and visibly misaligned hair, she was able to realize that it was the same man she had followed in the afternoon, she was surprised to learn that whoever would have "selflessly" helped a canine was now here with the only one thought of demanding. The Ancient One did not need to see Claire to realize what was happening with her, as the sorceress could distinguish that she could already suspect something of him, only that Claire's hunger to know about him was repressed by the older sorceress presence.
Mordo totally ignored his companion to point to the Ancient One in the face of the man who only looked at her with a frown, the sorceress thanked the presence of the three masters, master Hamir withdrew along with other students or listeners, but both Mordo and Claire remained in the room.
She walked around the man, she was restless around him without even knowing for what reason, she sat near the table where the teacher was sitting previously, on a bench next to it, lit incense to aromatize the environment and avoid any indiscretion, pretending to accommodate the kettle. Keeping her mind occupied prevented her curiosity from exceeding the limits that she imposed on herself.
"Mister Strange!" Her mentor pronounced animatedly before the gaze of the unknown man, Claire was amazed to know his name, she did not meet new people with recurrence, so the names were details that she never forgot, she had never forgotten or confused the name of any apprentice however singular and unpronounceable it might be.
A thought of an intruder came to her mind "I didn't get a doctorate to be called mister", it was him. She looked up to the side without seeing him directly since her back was still to him and almost like a complaint, she thought, without saying it beyond his mind "no one forced you to get one".
