harper gracey (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
internalised) wrote2019-04-30 08:15 pm
internalised) wrote2019-04-30 08:15 pm
for misterdoctorstrange
The people who had disappeared didn't leave behind any ghosts. And then the spirits from before became less and less because, well, the local death rate slowed when there were fewer people to die. Besides, Harper was pretty sure that most people were happy to leave their current existence behind with things the way they were. For Harper, it was as if someone had pressed a mute button on her life. Her hectic, upside down world was suddenly empty. Ironically enough, if was bereft of the life it once had.
That had been hard.
Losing Stephen Strange had been harder.
She'd waiting for weeks inside the Sanctum, but he never returned.
For five years Harper closed herself off from the world more than ever. She cute herself off from the few people she knew who still existed. She went to work, performed her perfunctory duties, and went home. She didn't even bother with late nights in clubs and one night stands like she might have once upon a time. Losing Strange was one loss too many for a girl who had been abandoned her whole life.
In the end, it was the cats outside, in the ally behind the store. She heard the clatter of a trash can, and upon inspection found a whole pack of them digging for food in the bin. Before, maybe she'd see one stalking along the streets, but never so many at once. Not since...
Harper's hands trembled, and her heart raced as she ran to the front of the store. The streets were filled with confused people with wide eyes. People who hadn't been there in five years.
She'd finished her shift, gone home and buried herself in bed. As the hours ticked by she could hear the celebrations all around, but she wanted none of it. She couldn't dare to let herself celebrate - to hope. She couldn't do it anymore.
That had been hard.
Losing Stephen Strange had been harder.
She'd waiting for weeks inside the Sanctum, but he never returned.
For five years Harper closed herself off from the world more than ever. She cute herself off from the few people she knew who still existed. She went to work, performed her perfunctory duties, and went home. She didn't even bother with late nights in clubs and one night stands like she might have once upon a time. Losing Strange was one loss too many for a girl who had been abandoned her whole life.
In the end, it was the cats outside, in the ally behind the store. She heard the clatter of a trash can, and upon inspection found a whole pack of them digging for food in the bin. Before, maybe she'd see one stalking along the streets, but never so many at once. Not since...
Harper's hands trembled, and her heart raced as she ran to the front of the store. The streets were filled with confused people with wide eyes. People who hadn't been there in five years.
She'd finished her shift, gone home and buried herself in bed. As the hours ticked by she could hear the celebrations all around, but she wanted none of it. She couldn't dare to let herself celebrate - to hope. She couldn't do it anymore.
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And I love you. More than anything. More than I knew it was possible to love someone.
[Strange hadn't just thought this sort of thing was unrealistic for himself but for anyone. Yes there were idiots falling over themselves all the time but he didn't think it could be real and sustainable. He was well aware of all the chemical reactions the body went through when you were in love but this was more than that.]
And I'm going to take forever to show you how much I love you, Harper.
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She looked Strange in the eye and stroked at the gray hair at his temple. Forever used to feel terrifying. It only meant loneliness and heartbreak. Now though, she craved forever. Forever didn't feel like long enough anymore. ]
If it's with you, then I want forever.
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[Strange smiled at her, leaning into her touch while he reached down a brushed a few stray tears at her cheeks. It wasn’t as if his resolve to protect the world wasn’t already strong but it was only made stronger by his desire to spend as much time in it with Harper. Too make sure that nothing hurt her. That wasn’t necessarily a realistic thing but it was what he felt.]
Good. Because it’s going to take at least that long for me to show you how much I love you.
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It's been a day, hasn't it?
[It was a bit of an understatement and even considering everything that had happened lately (especially from his point of view) it was a hell of a day. Fortunately in the good sense. Harper especially had had enough of the bad ones to last a life time and Strange promised himself he would do his best to make sure she didn't have many more.]
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That's about the understatement of the century.
[ She reached up and brushed some of the damp hair that had fallen over Strange's forehead. Smiling, a blush that's due to shyness more than exertion colors her cheeks. It's unlike her, but maybe a new aspect of who she was becoming. ]
You've set up an awfully good precedent. I hope you have the energy to live up to it. You know, since I'll be here all the time now.
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[Strange smiled and pressed his forehead to hers, breathing deeply to just center himself to her, wanting nothing more than to just feel connected to her even more than they already were.]
Going to expect this all the time, are you? I suppose I could be persuaded...
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[ She grinned up at him. Frankly, they both were insatiable when it came to each other. Harper thanked whatever higher power might be listening that that was still true after all that time. ]
You're not going to be able to keep your hands off of me.