strange magic,

[stellina-4ever]

Adelaide Kane - joins Talita von Furstenberg in celebrating her first collection for DVF - April 25, 2019

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hearthecanarycry‌:

Magic. It was something she’d never truly understood, even with her long-term friendship with someone as powerful as Zatanna. But Dinah had grown desperate for any chance to try and understand all that had happened to her in the past months. More than that, there was a part of her that was afraid that one day she would look over at Ollie and find that she’d outstayed her welcome. He was distant. Rightfully so, but seeing the way he looked at her now – like he didn’t even know her anymore – was slowly tearing Dinah apart.

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t trust you,” Dinah said softly. Her eyes looked away, almost embarrassed to reveal just how much she needed this to work. “Whatever happens, just – if you feel the least bit uncomfortable, you need to stop. Promise me that. Please.” I don’t want to hurt you again.

Trust. That was something that Sofia wasn’t sure if she deserved. After reading a few pages of the Darkhold, after letting herself fall into that temptation... was she worthy of that still? Sofia looked Dinah in the eyes and slowly nodded her head. “Okay,” Sofia said in a quiet voice, before nodding her head more confidently. She wasn’t sure how much warning she could to give Dinah without making it sound like she was trying to talk her out of the spell. “I’m not worried about me being uncomfortable, I’m just... I’m not sure what reaching in there will do to you. And if we hit a dark spot... a bad memory...” Sofia’s voice trailed off. “I don’t know how to prepare you for what you might see.” Or what the truth might be. Maybe Sofia was scared that those dark moments over the last few months were Dinah and she wasn’t ready to face that possibility. “If it gets bad... I’ll pull the plug. For me or for you, okay/” 

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ofdemonsandmagic‌:

Nora frowned at Sofia’s answer and what she was sensing from her, she hadn’t noticed anything when she first met her, then again she had been struggling with her magic back then. “Sort of?” She asked slightly confused. “How did you sort of get your magic back?”

Sofia wanted nothing more than to give Nora a disinterested shrug and send the other woman away, but she forced herself not to. The more she pushed people away, the crazier things that she did... the worse it was. The more that people noticed that something might be wrong. “I’ve just been.... hitting the books hard.” It wasn’t a lie really, the Darkhold was a book after all.

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ironiccrus‌:

It should’ve been easy for Tony to believe in heroes. After all, he had been part of an initiative explicitly designed to bring extraordinary people together to fight the battles that no one else could – what could be more inspiring than that? People screamed his name and assumed that was what he lived for. Others saw his journey and assumed it was nothing more than a journey to atonement, or a broken man trying to resolve his own issues by playing God. Maybe they had a point. Sofia, though – she had never looked at him like that. There was never the impression that she was anywhere other than right in front of him, judging him on what he did rather than what he had done. “Better than you showing up five years from now as a super-villain because I offended you,” Tony replied with a grin. “Believe me, that’s happened a few too many times now. It wouldn’t be out of the realms of possibility.”

She was deflecting. Tony knew the dance well. Duck under the compliment, especially if it regarded something close to the chest. Add in a joke, get people off the topic, make them feel more comfortable talking about literally anything else. “She’d probably deny knowing me at all,” Tony replied, the path of least resistance. “When I said I wanted to thank you, Jess suggested an all expense paid trip to wherever the hell you wanted. How did you guys meet, anyway?” The specifics had been lost – after all, Trish had just returned from the dead. What else did they need to discuss? “Standardised testing is bullshit,” Tony said, leaning forward in his seat. “Filling in those little bubbles gave me anxiety. I only got my act together with Dad’s persistent motivation.” Howard’s own twisted form of motivation, but that was beside the point. “The question is what not to study. I was fifteen when I went to MIT. It’s cliche, but they were the best years of my life. It wasn’t about writing answers on a page anymore, you know? The brightest minds in the country all coming together to create something new. You’ve already brought a woman back from the dead. I wouldn’t say it’s a stretch to push the boat out to whatever the hell you want.” Tony grinned. “Pun intended. Come on, if you could do anything in the world and know you would nail it, what would it be?”

Sofia smiled and shook her head. There was a time where she hadn’t thought she would dark magic… and then Trish died – so maybe there was a chance for a future where her life kept spiraling downwards and she ended up a super-villain. Maybe opening the Darkhold was the first step in that direction, but, even with her magic feeling less controlled, less reliable... but then there were moments like this where she could see where she started. See the person she was before she came to New York and the person she wanted to be when she was younger. “Well, I mean there is still time for all of that. We’ll have to revisit that in five years.” Of course, that assumed Sofia stuck around that long. Staying in one spot more than two years wasn’t something she did, ever. But the idea was starting to have its appeal. 

But long term had implications that Sofia wasn’t ready to deal with yet.

“Sounds like her,” Sofia replied. She wondered what Jessica would say about Tony if she asked her, if Jessica would outright deny that she knew him or if Jessica would end up giving her another pep talk (maybe this one revolving around talking to strangers, despite who they were). An all expense paid trip would have been nice but this was better. Even if Sofia wasn’t outright saying it. “A rooftop,” Sofia said with an awkward laugh. “I had just come to New York and... nothing panned out the way I thought it would. The monks at the sanctum were less than friendly so I took off to clear my head and ended up watching a silent movie with Jessica.” Of all the things that Sofia thought was solid in her life, she never thought a random stranger she met her first night in town would end up being one of her most important people. 

Sofia was looking him in the eye and quietly listening to his time at MIT. He didn’t have to sell it to her but his story -- even if it was something the brochure would likely have in it  -- it was different actually coming from Tony. It made it more real. “She told you about that?” Tony might have been smiling, but Sofia was shocked -- at least Trish was talking about it... but still, it wasn’t something Sofia thought she’d be talking about. Sofia shook her head and refocused. School. What did she want to do? “I always wanted to be a detective but...” she shrugged, that wasn’t the life she wanted anymore. “I think I want to go into medicine?” Sofia knew it shouldn't have come out like a question, but it just did. Maybe then she could have helped Trish in a way that didn’t involve magic or pulling her out of hell -- she might be able to help Jeremiah with his memories, or even Harley. “I just feel like I can do something there -- is that weird? It is, isn’t it?” 

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“Repo! The Genetic Opera” sentence meme

[bitofthisandthat-deactivated202]

ask-meme-addicts:

❝ Didn’t I say the world was cruel? ❞

❝ Let your life be a dream. ❞

❝ You can never trust a monster. ❞

❝ Blood is cheap. ❞

❝ In you is a world of promise. ❞

❝ I can’t feel nothing at all. ❞

❝ Tell me, why do you hide your pretty face? ❞ 

❝ All you have to do is pull the trigger. ❞

❝ Pray he never comes knocking at your door. ❞

❝ Why are my genetics such a bitch? ❞

❝ I’m the monster, I’m the villain. ❞

❝ It’s my job to steal and rob. ❞ ❝ Daddy’s girl’s a fucking monster! ❞

❝ You could have died! You… you scared me to death! ❞

❝ It’s a thankless job, but somebody’s got to do it. ❞

❝ You break my friggin’ heart. ❞

❝ I am not a murderer. ❞

❝ What is this? You disgust me. ❞

❝ I am only living out a lie! ❞

❝ “Accidents” don’t end in murder. ❞

❝ She needs a little help with the agony. ❞

❝ Would you change who you are, if you could? ❞

❝ Commence your groveling! ❞

❝ I thought I’d seen a ghost. ❞

❝ It’s too painful. ❞

❝ Sometimes I wonder why they need me at all. ❞

❝ Remember who you are. ❞

❝ How self-absorbed people can be! ❞

❝ No one is around who might rescue you. ❞

❝ You missed your medicine. ❞

❝ I’m the smartest and the toughest. ❞

❝ Sorry to be so theatrical. ❞

❝ I’m infected. ❞

❝ Sometimes I wonder why we all don’t move on! ❞

❝ You want the world for nothing. ❞

❝ No one wants a thankless job. ❞

❝ Someone’s gonna hang if i don’t get my coffee! ❞

❝ Your designer heart still beats with common blood. ❞

❝ I guess I’ll take it to my death! ❞

❝ Look what I’ve become. ❞

❝ What’s this? Rat piss? ❞

❝ All these years have come and gone. ❞

❝ You never were a man of many words. ❞

❝ Why relive that moment? ❞

❝ Oh, I have hated and loved you. ❞

❝ I’m afraid… I’m afraid it’s terminal. ❞

❝ You’re not men, you’re creatures. I’m embarrassed by you. ❞

❝ There are things in life that we do best to leave alone. ❞

❝ I’m sweeter than sixteen! ❞

❝ We have both been kept in bondage. ❞

❝ I’ve always longed for true affection, but you compared me to a corpse. ❞

❝ This is your fault! I asked you to help me. ❞

❝ It’s gonna be a bloodbath. ❞

❝ Didn’t you say you were infected? ❞

❝ I don’t think that I can be fixed. ❞

❝ You never should have left me. I would have given you the world. ❞

❝ It’s nice to see young talent blooming. ❞

❝ I will shoot you in the face! ❞

❝ A sheltered rose needs a little room to bloom. ❞

❝ Stay with the dead. I’m joining the living. ❞

❝ You’re gonna be alright now, that’s all that matters. ❞

❝ I can go out with a bang! ❞

❝ How much of it’s genetics? How much of it is fate? ❞

❝ These eyes can do more than see. ❞

❝ I will not be betrayed. ❞

❝ You gonna start applauding? ❞

❝ Happiness is not a warm scalpel. ❞

❝ Now I can drink whatever I want! ❞

❝ It’s all part of the show. ❞

❝ You’re no better than they are! ❞

❝ I’ve made my peace. ❞

❝ You could learn from all my failures. ❞

❝ I’d be lost if I were to lose you, I will stop at nothing to keep you safe. ❞

❝ Didn’t you say that you’d protect me? ❞

❝ I hate you. Go and die. ❞

❝ I look like a crime scene. ❞

❝ Thanks for the disease! ❞

❝ A tale befitting any opera. ❞

❝ Nothing ever lasts in this world. ❞

❝ You’ve got to fight through it. ❞

❝ I will find a hole and fuck it! ❞

❝ I’m not supposed to talk to strangers. ❞

❝ Gold, it makes the world go round. ❞

❝ Let the monster rise! ❞

❝ It’s too late for me. ❞

❝ I’m the cause of all your sickness. ❞

❝ I’m dying, you idiots. ❞

❝ Sometimes I wanted to cry when the people on TV were not quite the way we were. ❞

❝ I didn’t know i’d love you so much, but I do. ❞

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@coulsonsshield @ofscottlang

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a limited starter call for sofia!

please be specific with which character you want the starter for (otherwise I’ll just roll a dice and pick one LOL) 

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Trope

For every “Trope” I get, I will post a TV trope for my muse.

( Drowning My Sorrows ) — This trope is characterized by characters who use drinking as a crutch to forget their problems. In television, these characters / moments like this are generally used for comedic relief and only become serious or angsty if paired with mentions of alcoholism. Or the drinking is only introduced in order to garner sympathy for the character and so they do something to make the character feel better in the moment but it’s a simple “treatment of the symptom not the condition” imo. Did you come here for me to grumble about the trope first? No? Too bad Stef.

Anyway, there are several instances in the RP where Sofia chooses to drink her problems away rather than face them. Immediately after her incident with Jerome in Time Square where she ended up killing twelve people. When she had her initial confrontation with Oswald, she spent more of her time with him drinking than speaking, and again right after her break up Jeremiah. And she reached for the bottle again at the Valentine’s Event and Natasha gave her some advice that drinking her problems away was good for the right now, but it wouldn’t help her in the long run. Sofia isn’t dry right now -- but she hasn’t been reaching for the bottle at every turn recently... but you know, she killed Jerome and used the Darkhold so who knows how bad it’ll get again! 

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Trope

For every “Trope” I get, I will post a TV trope for my muse.

( Unreliable Narrator ) — Sofia might not be an outright liar when it comes to telling people about certain aspects of her life (primarily anything to do with her relationship with the Valeskas or any other traumas she’s endured) but she glosses over most of the details and almost never tells the full story. Sometimes it’s because the topic makes her uncomfortable or she’s afraid of judgment. There are only three-ish characters in the RP that Sofia is every constantly honest with and that’s Jessica Jones, Dinah Lance, and Jeremiah Velaska. (It used to be four but RIP Jerome and he was an asshole who thought she was lying to him anyway!) 

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For every “Trope” I get, I will post a TV trope for my muse.

[coulsonsshield-deactivated20191]

@ofscottlang @syntheticvvision

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“ please, i am… kinda desperate.” SOFAH

Sofia had offered to try and use her magic in order to help Dinah differentiate between herself and what she was forced to do. What was mind control and what was Dinah. Their last conversation had ended with the confession that Dinah was scared that she’d hurt Sofia again – and that the things she had done before, she wasn’t sure who was behind the wheel. She felt like she had wanted to do those things and Sofia… she couldn't accept that. Dinah was the kind of person who would come in and help Sofia at a moments notice, the kind of person who helped others, the kind that gave Sofia a home, a roof, even when she didn’t deserve it. 

But when she had said it, it was in passing. A thought, a voiced idea that she hadn’t thought would have been taken seriously, but now she was looking at Dinah and realizing that she could use her magic for good. The Darkhold might have left a dark mark on her soul and even now she was itching to open the book again and take a peek at the pages… but if she could help Dinah, maybe it would be worth it. “I know a spell that might help you know… what was you and what wasn’t,” Sofia danced around the words mind control. “But there is no telling what you will see or feel…. you might not get the answers you want. But I can try — we can try.”

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jeremiahvalska‌:

Sofia brought a chair closer to him so she didn’t leave his side and he kept his hand on hers. Wrapping his fingers around her own. “How could I be upset with you?” He asked, his voice much more quiet then it normally was. “It was self defence, wasn’t it? My dear. When we were children, Jerome-” He paused, taking a second before he continued the story. He couldn’t feel too much, even thinking about Jerome when they were kids. “Jerome used to take beatings, sometimes for me. He’d protect me. In that sense, I felt- back then, like I loved him. I was safe with him. Until one day, as I was picking out the glass Uncle Zach managed to get into his arm. Jerome decided that it wasn’t fair anymore. He declared because we were twins, we should match. He took that same shard of glass that was covered with his own blood and wrapped part of it in my filthy shirt. I begged him, I cried for him to reconsider but every time I did it would only make him angrier. He took my arm and he found that spot where I’d just bandaged up for him, and he plunged that filthy shard of glass into my skin, and when he was done, Jerome picked me back up. He dried my tears and he told me wanted to go off and play. Like everything normal.” He described. 

“I’m telling you this because if he did that to me, his own mirror image. His flesh and blood, when he was a child. I can’t imagine what he could have done to you. As a grown, dysfunctional adult. He may have been my brother, my dear… but he was a monster.” He said, as though he was trying to justify her actions. “I don’t want you to feel sorry for it. I want you to feel pride in the fact that you did what had to be done. You put your own life first… and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Out of the two of you, I think you know who I prefer.” 

Sofia had been about to tell Jeremiah that he should have been angry with her because it was his brother, his twin, she never really understood their relationship and now that Jerome was dead... she probably never would. She had heard some of what had happened in their childhood, but it always seemed to change. The twins had very different memories of what had happened, and the way Jerome was -- and the chemical exposure Jeremiah endured, Sofia wasn’t sure which was the truth. And now? She was sure she’d never know the truth. Was she at peace with that? No -- she had too man questions to accept that she’d never know... but she didn’t have much of a choice. “I’m sorry, Jeremiah,” Sofia whispered to him.

It was easy to tell that he was trying to make her feel better about the situation, that he was trying to get her to accept that she did what had to be done -- what she needed to do in order to survive. But it was hard for her to accept. Hard for her to wrap her head around Jeremiah supporting her choice instead of mourning the loss of his brother. Maybe he was in shock. “Pride?” One word pulled her out of her thoughts and she looked at him as if to ask him if he really meant that. Maybe he was right, maybe she should take pride in surviving, in protecting herself. But she had taken a life, wasn’t she supposed to feel bad? Guilty? Something?  “I’ll try,” she said finally. Sofia couldn’t promise that she’d be able to untangle the mess in her head, but there was one thing that Sofia knew for sure. She could live with having killed Jerome. She could do that. But Jeremiah... Sofia looked him in the eyes and smiled weakly at his words, but that blip of relief and happiness was fleeting. “Are you sure you’re okay, Jer?” 

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akajustjessicajones‌:

They walked down the hall, and into the bathroom. Jessica remembered showing up at Trish’s doorstep, bloody knuckles and dirt under her fingertips. The way she’d shaken as her sister led her to the bathroom to clean up. How hollow she felt, for hours and hours, the numb shock broken only by intense waves of emotion that would hit out of nowhere, leave her screaming and sobbing. I didn’t want to, but I wanted to. I couldn’t – I had no choice!

There was no mind control at play here. Sofia had killed Jerome the same way Jessica had snapped Kilgrave’s neck on the docks. “You made a choice,” Jessica said slowly, taking the medkit. She set it aside for a minute. “You made the only choice you could live with. And I know how hard it was, believe me,” she whispered. “We’re gonna clean you up okay? I’m gonna help you, I just need you to stay with me a little. I’m usually not big on emotion, but if you need to cry or scream or hit something, that’s okay. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” She pulled the shower curtain back, and turned on the water. The sound of the tub filling, the faint steam already rising in the air was soothing. 

A choice. Was it a choice? Hearing Jessica say it was... it made her feel better, in a way at least. For once, it felt like the power was in Sofia’s hands and she hadn’t been robbed once again. Though, she had lost something in that warehouse. Part of her humanity perhaps. But even that was too much for Sofia to admit. That was like saying that Jerome had won something there when he lost his life. And she didn’t want to think that in his final moments.... he got something out of what had happened. What she had done -- the choice she had made.

Jessica’s voice tore through Sofia’s thoughts and she blinked. If she tried hard enough, she could forget the feeling of his hands or the cool concrete of the warehouse, but Jessica’s voice was keeping her in the present and it was so much harder to get lost in a daydream when she was looking at the blood on her hands and clothes. Everywhere she looked was another reminder of what had happened. Sofia nodded her head, her mind too fragile to even ask Jessica what she meant when she said she knew how hard this was. It felt like one of the things that Sofia didn’t need to know - or maybe she just didn’t want to. Not now, at least. 

Permission was the last thing Sofia expected to incite the explosion but it did. Sofia closed the lid on the toilet and sat down before covering her face with her hands and started to cry. Jeremiah was in the next room but he had lost so much blood it was unlikely that anything they did in this room would wake him up -- and for a second, a brief, brief second, she thought about smashing the mirror and breaking something, but she could only imagine the look on Jeremiah’s face when he’d see it. And she laughed, just for a moment, between the sobs. “I don’t even know where to start... I just -- how did everything get so fucked up?” 

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*: ･ﾟ✧   red dead redemption 2 ( part 1 )

feel free to change pronouns, etc!

“ she says he’s dying.”

“ we’ll have to stop someplace.”

“ if we don’t stop soon, we’ll all be dying.”

“ i’m just hoping the law got as lost as we did.”

“ i found a place where we can get some shelter.”

“ it ain’t far. come on.”

“ get that fire lit, quick.”

“ bring in whatever blankets we have.”

“ see what we got in terms of food.”

“ __’s dead.”

“ there was… nothing more you could’ve done.”

“ what are we gonna do? we need supplies.”

“ well, first of all, you’re gonna stay here… and you are gonna get yourself warm.”

“ i don’t see what other choice we have.”

“ they may be okay, we don’t know.”

“ we lost some folks.”

“ now, if i could… throw myself in the ground in their stead, i’d do it. gladly.”

“ we are gonna ride out and we are gonna find some food.”

“ we’re safe now. there ain’t nobody following us through a storm like this one.”

“ we’ve been through worse than this before.”

“ we may be here for a few days.”

“ stay strong. stay with me.”

“ we ain’t done yet!”

“ alright, we’ve got some work to do.”

“ well, we ain’t run into them yet.”

“ hey… i ain’t had time to ask. what really went down back there?”

“ get yourself indoors. you need to rest that hand.”

“ i’ll live.”

“ we need you strong.”

“ ain’t sure what we’re gonna find out here.”

“ we have to try.”

“ stay close.”

“ this goddamn weather.”

“ can’t believe we lost __ too.”

“ you’re the only one i can rely on to stay strong right now.”

“ wait, is that someone coming towards us?”

“ i’m glad you’re alright, __.”

“ yeah, well, don’t talk to me about crazy.”

“ i’m glad you’re feeling so good about it.”

“ it ain’t much, but it’s shelter.”

“ sounds like quite the party.”

“ i am very sorry to disturb you.”

“ now, friend… i ain’t asking for much.”

“ please, i am… kinda desperate.”

“ we need the essentials. food, medicine… whiskey.”

“ you should eat something now, get your strength up.”

“ i don’t really want us to split up.”

“ well he started it!”

“ i’m gonna break your neck!”

“ i don’t know any more than that, i swear!”

“ i don’t know anything else… please… please, spare me.”

“ i promise you won’t see me again, partner.”

“ i won’t breathe a word to nobody.”

“ get the hell outta here. go!”

“ you let him go, huh?”

“ now, it is gonna be okay. i mean you no harm.”

“ we need to get out of here, and quick.”

“ you are safe now, and… you can’t stay here. you come with us.”

“ we’re bad men, but… we ain’t them, so…”

“ we’ll keep you safe until you figure out what you wanna do.”

[awclintbartonno]

@akajustjessicajones @evolvingeve @blueroboticbitch @mynameiscaroldanvers

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jeremiahvalska‌:

[text: Sofia]: I went for a walk this morning and came back very much alive. Shocking I know! [text: Sofia]: I’m a bit tired, but hardly think it would kill me to go out again [text: Sofia]: I very much appreciate this, Sofia. What you’re doing for me. Helping me, it’s all very lovely of you [text: Sofia]: But Sofiaaaa  [text: Sofia]: I need somethgknf [text: Sofia]: dfg [five minutes later] [text: Sofia]: I’m fine [text: Sofia]: I stood up a little too fast [text: Sofia]: Remind me to get heated floors in the next house [text: Sofia]: You may be right about the couch :p 

(✉️ ➡️ Jeremiah ): risky and stupid, you mean. (✉️ ➡️ Jeremiah ): listen to your body jer, if it’s tired that /means/ something (✉️ ➡️ Jeremiah ): of course jer. i love you. you shouldn’t be alone rn (✉️ ➡️ Jeremiah ): jer??? (✉️ ➡️ Jeremiah ): this is EXACTLY what i was talking about (✉️ ➡️ Jeremiah ): i don’t think heated floors are going to keep you from passing out. but heated floors would be nice (✉️ ➡️ Jeremiah ): i know i am

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ironiccrus‌:

Tony, contrary to popular belief, had always been a philanthropist. Even as acting CEO of Stark Industries, he had dedicated just as much time to intelli-crops and medical advances as he did creating things that went boom, but as he had soon discovered, the bad you did, especially if that bad shed blood, far outweighed the good. He was still living with that red on his hands, and now the time that he had to wash it down the drain had depleted substantially. Iron Man was a good start, but now that the timeline had been expedited, he needed to make definitive changes – and as any intelligent person knew, the future began at home, or at least in the immediate vicinity of it (Tony had made sure that his home self destructed right before he moved out of the Tower on a permanent basis).

“Sofia, I don’t have to do anything. That’s kind of part of my charm,” Tony said, leaning back on his chair, fingers tapping against the side of his glass. The world was dull, partly because he had his sunglasses on to hide the damage from the night before around his eyes, but even at that he could tell this had hit some part of Sofia that he hadn’t expected. He just wanted to give her the step up that he had as a teenager, with Howard Stark as his father. It didn’t seem like something massive, but Tony was more than aware of the fact he had no idea how people reacted to things like this. Tony took his sunglasses off, folding them and slipping them into his top pocket, leaning forward on the table. “This is weird, right? You don’t need to take it. Don’t feel pressured to take it.” He waved his hand, shaking his head at her words. “Don’t say anything. I know what you did.” He looked at her for a beat. “You brought Trish back,” he said, voice lower, though he had ordered the most private table in the place anyway. Celebrity paranoia continued even now. “She … she means a lot to me, and she’s my best friend’s sister. Believe me, a stint at MIT isn’t nearly enough to make up for that. Plus, you’re smart. You deserve to be there, simple as that.”

There was a small smile at the corner of her lips because she knew that Tony didn’t have to do anything. But Sofia wasn’t sure how to say thank you without sounding -- pathetic? Awkward? She wasn’t sure what she was afraid of but somehow thank you didn’t feel like enough. She had spent most of her life hiding who she was because of Vesper’s guidance. She wasn’t supposed to use her magic. She moved once every couple of years. College was... well, it was (for basic education) a four-year stint in one place and Sofia had never done that before. Stability? Long term? Those things never existed for her before New York and even now... she was waiting for it to all come crashing down and end. Dinah, Jeremiah, and Jessica were the only real constants in her life and things were always complicated between herself and those three people. They probably always would be. “I know, I know... I’m just offering you a friendly reminder.” Or an easy way out. Sofia had thought about college when she was younger, she had dreams of being a detective and a thousand other hopes and dreams that had died along the way. 

“No -- I want this.” It had come out of the blue for her but after Tony kept talking about what she had done for Trish... she hadn’t realized they even knew each other. Or that he knew Jessica. But somehow, knowing that the people who mattered to Sofia mattered to him made all of this a little easier. She wasn’t accepting a gift like this from a practical stranger... she was accepting it from someone who cared about the same things that she did -- the same people she cared about. Sofia looked down and scratched at her eyebrow as she thought about what to say. That Trish deserved a second chance? That she didn’t deserve hell of all places? They both knew that was true. But Sofia glanced up at him and forced a smile, anyway. “I feel like if I asked Jessica, she’d deny it.” There was a short pause after the deflection before Sofia brought her hand back to her mouth and sighed. “I do want this,” she repeated. “It was just... never in the cards before.” Not to mention she never thought she’d gain anything by bringing Trish back, which was half the problem. She had this thing that she wanted, sitting right in front of her, this chance to finally walk down the path she would choose. Everything she had done had been for other people and this was for her... it was strange. Different. Confusing. “You don’t know that, I mean, I could be a C average kid who still does math on my hands---” which in truth, she did sometimes (the math at least -- and frankly, that didn’t make her any less worthy), but still, that really wasn’t the point. She was panicking and she didn’t know what to say. “I guess the only thing left is to decide what I’m going to study. I don’t think MIT does gen ed.” 

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