Death Temple {Doctor Strange x Reader}

Chapter 4 A man of locked doors

Meditation, is something I find extreme pleasure in participating  in.  When you meditate, it's as if all of space and time settles into a slow drag of mist, as if nothing that ever was or ever will be, is relevant. This draws me to it, pulls me into its gravity, because time and time again I find myself wishing that's how it always was. A clean mind where the past and future are morphed into a hidden meaning, and it's as if they simple are nothing.
I wish the past was nothing.

I find myself here again, at the top of this cliff, with this same tree, in the same position, doing the same thing.
The only difference is, the man in my temple just below, in the valley, in a slow stir of sleep.

After two hours sitting on the outstretched land, that overlooked the vast wakandin jungle, I heard footsteps. Or rather, I felt them just at the base of the path, moving slowly up towards me.

When he finally arrived in front of me, only seconds away from reaching out to touch me -more likely in an attempt to break my consideration- I spoke.
"Good mor-"
I was interrupted by a gasp and a stumble backwards.
My lips curved upwards as I let a puff of air escape my nose.

"I thought you where meditating." He inquired, and I opened my eyes to glance sideways at him.

"I was until you started walking up the path."

He shifted himself and let out a breath, I assumed was being held from his shock.

"You couldn't have heard me all the way down there. " he pointed down to the end of the path at the bottom of the large hill.

"I did."
I smirked again, still assuming my crossed legged position at the base of the tree.

"How?" He asked, curiosity nipping at him from his mind.

"I can feel it."
"Feel it?"
"Yes."
"Feel my presence?"
"Yes."

He remained silent scratching at the back of his head calmly, and then slowly sitting down next to me.

"I assume your going to tell me to have patience? That you'll tell me later?" He sighed.

I laughed lightly and released my hands from my lap, turning to him and laying my left palm to the dirt.

"There are certain vibrations, accompanied by different things, a human is a rapid buzz, a squirrel is a light flutter, and soul, is a slow hum." I lifted my hand from the ground and looked up at him, his face turned in a way to show confusion and doubt.

"A soul?" He asked. "Why would souls be here?"

I smiled at him, brushing off my legs as I began to stand.

"Souls stay with their body's, unless they aren't meant to die, then they are stuck in the realm of the lost. Sensing a soul, means I can find their body, unless of corse that soul is attached to something else."

"So, why can't other people sense these things? Why can't I? Is it just some spell?" His eyes where nitted together in confusion.

"It requires countless years of meditation to pick up on." I swung my hands to my back and interlocked them, standing proud against the light breeze that had formed in the air.

"Is that why you meditate?" He himself now got up, brushing off the dirt from his cloths as well.

"In a way yes, although Iv already mastered the art of vibration readings. I suppose some old habits don't change." I replied, my eyes looking into his in sincerity.
I hadn't realized at the time; why I didnt tell him that meditation is perhaps a safe house for me. That I can't bare to be alone in my mind as often as I was, but for some force unknown to me, I didn't.