[It was a miscalculation, but he is not of the right mind to make calculations at all. Where he had once been hesitant to speak of his connection to the Time Stone, now it displays on loop for her to see, and he makes no attempt to explain, no attempt to stop it, only watches with disdain as the images impress upon them both. His, and then hers -- the death of Vision, words exchanged that would tear at his heart on a normal day.
Today is not a normal day.
Her anger is heated, swirling with scarlet, and Stephen raises his hand to summon a shield to counter her attack. His movements, quick and nearly natural, betray his early reading of her intent -- and how much he had not cared to rely on persuasion first, magic second. He is agitated, frustrated, and his magic reflects his intemperate mood. It's satisfying, even, to know that his Eldritch magic has managed to conjure anything at all, the collision of two forces verifying it thoroughly.
Until, as has been the case, it cracks and fades and flickers and disappears altogether, leaving him facing what remains of her force. There's plenty, apparently, and it knocks right into him. Sends him flying, careening into the back wall with a winded grunt.]
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Today is not a normal day.
Her anger is heated, swirling with scarlet, and Stephen raises his hand to summon a shield to counter her attack. His movements, quick and nearly natural, betray his early reading of her intent -- and how much he had not cared to rely on persuasion first, magic second. He is agitated, frustrated, and his magic reflects his intemperate mood. It's satisfying, even, to know that his Eldritch magic has managed to conjure anything at all, the collision of two forces verifying it thoroughly.
Until, as has been the case, it cracks and fades and flickers and disappears altogether, leaving him facing what remains of her force. There's plenty, apparently, and it knocks right into him. Sends him flying, careening into the back wall with a winded grunt.]