( catch-all ) sailin' away on the crest of a wave

[sorser]

WHO: Stephen and various
WHAT: A catch-all for misc. things!
WHERE: In and around Castle Thorne, maybe the Horizon
WHEN: Throughout the month
WARNINGS: Will add as they come up!

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[sorser]

[For all of Peter’s propensity to show his growing anxieties on the outside, Stephen keeps his tethered down within; but it exists. For all intents and purposes, they broke the multiverse — no, who’s he kidding? He did, the caster of the spell itself, letting people (read: troublemakers. He knows the implication.) and various versions of Peter Parker slip through the cracks. The consequences will come for that, whether or not they managed to slap a band-aid on the problem for now.

(The bill always comes due, a man once considered a friend told him. The words crawl along the edges of his mind like an ever-present shadow.)

Why? Why would he have made that executive decision, knowing the risk? The question lances through him like a shard of ice, self-deprecating, but it’s transient. It dries up, dies, and fades away, because looking at the young man before him, he knows the answer.

Peter Parker, Spider-Man. A young kid having taken up the mantle of superhero, taking down street level crime and aliens from the far reaches of the universe seeking to destroy half of all life alike. Burdened with so much, guaranteed to lose more. Trying to balance two lives, when it’s impossible to straddle the line — Stephen cannot imagine trying to do the same.

Even without having made the decision yet, he knows. He knows that he took the risk because Peter deserved it, and that life needed to cut him a break, because they would come so very few and far in-between.]

Peter.

[He starts, lowly. Imagining the weight of having everyone who remembered you now lost, their connection severed through non-recollection. How that must feel to a young man who just admitted to a semblance of loneliness.

Stephen realizes, maybe a little too belatedly, that despite all that’s been said, he didn’t do him a favor.]

I’m sorry.

[Frowning, he sincerely, truly, means it.]

late w sbux !!

[piqure]

[ peter isn't sure what he expects, when this truth spills over, this messy sort of honesty. maybe he expects stephen strange to be disappointed by future peter parker, or to admonish him for the poor decision of meddling with a spell he knew so little about, even if its something that's yet to come. there is no part in peter though, that's ever blamed stephen for any of it — he asked, and he pushed, and the sorcerer helped and then peter decided to go with his own decisions and stephen had tried, several times, to tell him the right thing by the multiverse standards and it was peter parker, the unmasked spider-man, that chose differently.

peter, stephen says, and his name sounds heavy in the air and his shoulders tense.

but what stephen says instead surprises him, a little. maybe it was also because he hadn't really told anyone else about the burden of un-remembrance, tip-toed away from emotions to something that could resemble pragmatism (if you squint). It made sense to tell stephen. it was almost a relief to tell him, now that the words had finally left him.

but still, he seems mildly flustered. ] Hey, that's — um - [ he shrugs. no biggie, haha, right. ] — that's okay. I mean. It was the right thing to do.

[ but, before long, one more thing seems to force itself to the surface, eyes on the upside-down skylight, until he can't hold the words in any longer. ] I — I wanted to say this afterwards, though, and I don't know if I'll have the same chance in the future, so — so I'm sorry. And thank you.