━━━⋆ ꙳ ✩ ☀️⋆ 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 7: TINKERBELL.
STEPHEN OBSERVED THAT IT WAS TRULY DAYTIME, he had rested very little during the night, he admitted that he was somewhat afraid to sleep now, but it was one of the things he had to endure if he wanted to return to his previous life since at that point he was already resigned to whatever it takes to get his hands healed, his old lifestyle, his job and Christine.
In one of the rooms there was a sleepless, tired and tearful Claire, her remorse of having done something wrong was consuming her. She got up after meditating all night to contain her luminous energy so as not to harm anyone, she was unsure whether to go out to take her lessons with all the commotion from the night before and the protection spell only served to make her feel caged.
She did not understand her feelings at all, she had always felt suffocated with the mere idea of being locked up, closed doors were a punishment for her, despite the rule of not leaving the sanctuaries, at least she could freely go anywhere in them.
She remembered that she was a teacher too, so she had to expect anything from the Ancient One, then the memory came to her of assuring Strange to repair his watch. How would she face him now? If he really approached her, what she didn't know was that his ego and sense of know-it-all were bigger than any rule that was imposed on him, a prohibition would only tempt him to break it.
"Don't be afraid of me, Mister Strange." She babbled as she brushed her long hair in front of the oracle mirror.
She didn't feel like showing her face that day, her face was drooping with shame, despite that, she couldn't allow herself not to face her problems. She was about to braid her hair when she heard the footsteps of someone approaching her door, she left the brush on the small dresser where she was sitting and went to the door to hear more clearly the thoughts of the person behind, closing her eyes she visualized his figure, it was him, walked from side to side, restless, as if he wanted to do something. Claire raised her hand about to undo the spell when she heard other footsteps.
"Mr. Strange," she spoke to him slowly, "are you lost?" From a philosophical point of view, it was a very difficult question to answer, in spatial terms, it might seem that the answer was 'no'.
Closing her eyes again, she could see them talking.
"No...Yes..." he muttered, confused, he glanced sideways at the door and as if his pride had brought him back to his senses, he stood firm "Where should I take my lessons?" He asked him confidently emphasizing the 'my'.
"Follow me." The Ancient One began to walk and the doctor followed her without looking back.
Claire sighed heavily, went back to her place to braid her hair, undid the spell to leave and headed towards the room where she would train with the Ancient One, she would have to see him, despite the security with which she walked through the corridors, the gazes were directed to her making her feel more and more embarrassed, since everyone knew that the Bearer of Light had lost her temper last night. Entering the room where they were receiving the lesson, she couldn't stand it and she lowered her gaze.
