━━━⋆ ꙳ ✩ ☀️⋆ 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 8: MANNERS.
SHE MADE APPEAR A TRUNK WITH A SERIES OF HUGE BOOKS, she magically hid those books she didn't want to return, she held them out to Strange who wasn't at all intimidated by large volumes. Conjuring a portal to the neurosurgeon's room, she took the clock that was in his room, they were already there anyway.
Stephen just watched her movements in fascination, marveling at the things Claire could do so naturally and simply, appearing things out of nowhere, creating mandalas like the Sorceress Supreme, reading minds ━or poking at them without permission, appearing in nightmares of the people━, what else could she do?, could he do the same?, she felt Strange's emotion through his clairsensitivity, which excited her as well, she was very sensitive to the emotions of others.
Flipping through one of the books, inspecting it, Strange noticed a detail about Claire's possible life, one of its bookmarks was a very old souvenir postcard, its colors were faded and the corners were folded, it had the image of the Taj Mahal that said "the crown of India" in a very old typography.
He turned to see the Bearer who was focused enough on the repair to notice what was going on around her, the doctor turned the postcard to see what it would say and only found an inscription in small letters in the lower right corner that said "before dying" with a simple and delicate calligraphy, he guessed that it would be Claire's handwriting, he secretly kept the postcard inside his suit.
Claire had no idea how to repair clocks, but she had stolen a book from the library about them, so if all went well, her first repair would be a success, she began to quickly flip through the book's pages, before proceeding. Almost everything she had learned about humans and their strange ways were fantasies fed by books.
Just a little information was able to nurture her to start the work, she moved pieces, analyzed others, joining them so that they would return in tune. Without meaning to, she read the inscription, a detail that filled her soul with tenderness, a new doubt came to her mind, who was the woman who had lovingly signed that watch?, and her list of personal questions expanded, was Claire loved?, could she love?
"The person who gave it to you really appreciates you, not everyone has the courage to dedicate their time to others" She said softly as she placed one of the pieces, he looked at her taking his eyes off one of the books ", it's very easy to dedicate words because you can repeat them as much as you want, but time never returns, that's why the saying that time is money, there are people who covet time as if it were the only thing their lives offer" He had found in Claire's words a kind of uneasiness, it was a something he used to repeat to himself, he was looking for something worth his time but now he had nothing, had it really been worth it?
He got up from the seat where he was, marking the page he was on, he was stunned to discover the overwhelming personality that turned out to be Claire, a little childish and nosy, but simple, for him it was like being in front of a chilling philosopher, a very wise person in some nuances and naive in many others.
