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@haosvedma​ asked: At least it gives the paper somethin’ they can write about.

MILEY CYRUS / PLASTIC HEARTS

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇, it seemed lately that this was all they did. He wasn’t new to being in print --- but being connected to catastrophe, public disturbance, destruction and violent acts; well, that wasn’t a linking he was particularly fond of, regardless of the fact he was only connected through their attempts to stop these things. “ You know, one day I dream of a day where our names aren’t on the front page --- but alas, it appears tomorrow will not be that day. ”  He shook his head in defeat, “  How’s your arm? It looks a bit scratched up. ”

[strangcrdoctor]

“I had to stop and breathe, and close my eyes and smell, and listen.”

“That sounds like better meditation than I’ve managed,” he said, offering a gentle smile. He had been terrible at following through on his PT appointments, and meditation was still something he thought was vastly... overrated. He could meditate long enough to project himself onto the astral plane, and could connect perhaps all too easily to the ebbs and flows of the Earth, other dimensions, and their magics. But feeling a part of it... understanding himself within the grand scheme had as yet - and frighteningly might always - remain beyond him.

He was a glorified conduit, albeit a multiverse-grade one. He might be able to do more than most magicians could fathom, but in other ways he couldn’t hold a candle to those magicians who were the wellspring of their own power. Eventually his body would burn - turn to ash from within, from years and decades and centuries of wear and abuse from magics that weren’t his own but he was allowed to borrow. 

Those like her were exactly what they were made to be. In a far-flung, comparatively finite way, he was just a passing cinder, burning far above his station.

“If you don’t mind my genuine curiosity, what did you find, when you rested in that place?” For once in his life, it wasn’t a scientific interest that drove him, though there was always a small kernel of it in him. It was the curiosity that had driven him all along - a wish to know, to understand that which would remain beyond him. “How did it feel?”

[supremetobe]

“ can we start over? ”

“We can’t just run away from everything just because we don’t like the way it’s going... It’s an unfortunate truth, but it is one. Running away... starting over... it’ll just make it worse in the end.”