A new home 🦋 | 16/11/24

Time and space couldn’t keep me from you, Christine. 

"I feel emotional now. We traveled through the universe to find another world where we might also find a home."

“My home is wherever you are. I will keep fighting for my place where we first met, but I need you to know that you have me here too.”

"And I will wait, but I am happy to know that I have you here too." She said and nuzzled herself into him sighing softly. "I love you for what you did."

“I did it for you. Who knows. I might just like it here a 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 better.” 

Stephen stretches his arm around the span of Christine’s shoulders.

“Patience. Not my strong suit but this’ll do for now.”

"I know you haven't really much of patient in your nature, but that's fine I have it for both of us.." She said with a chuckle and rested her head against his chest, her comfort zone to be.

"I know we have many siblings beside us. Sometimes, I feel it has always been just us. We pursue each other's paths where others would have already given up. And it has always been this way." She softly kissed his cheek, then his jaw, finding comfort in all of this.

“For the others, many have come and gone. Speaking for myself, it has only been one: you. No matter what the future holds, we will always find a way. You have my word.” 

The sorcerer tilted his head to expose his neck, tapping his finger against it. 

“Right here, Dr. Palmer.”

The nature of their understanding and the dynamics of their chemistry always felt like a miracle to her. However, when he made her this promise, it meant so much to her. And when he tapped his finger against his exposed neck, she clearly understood what he desired. "Do you think I should call myself Strange-Palmer now?" she asked, leaving soft kisses against his skin. This time, she added some magic, knowing it would give him an extra nice feeling.

Stephen understood what Christine had done the moment her lips touched his skin. 

“Mmm,” he hummed contentedly as he embraced her affection. 

“I believe it would be the other way around. Palmer-Strange, if you’re wanting to hyphenate. For professional purposes, I’m sorry but the title of ‘Doctor Strange’ is taken,” he stated with a smirk. He was merely teasing her. 

“It’s your choice.”

Noting the sincerity in Christine’s eyes, Stephen decided to set aside his haughty attitude for just one moment so he may converse with his new wife. 

Brushing a strand of hair away from her face, he allowed his palm to rest against her cheek. 

“You are my wife now. Nothing, not even something as minute as a name, can take that away from me. Whatever you decide, I will support. Christine Strange, Christine Palmer-Strange, something entirely different. What matters is the future we have together.”

Leaning forward, he placed a kiss against her forehead. 

“Spells. Let’s practice spells.”

And that did touch her; softly, she placed her hand on his heart. "You know, after discovering that I have this magic, I initially felt so much fear. I sensed this magic flowing from me, and knowing that you can teach me—even though it will be a challenge for us, since patience isn't really your I feel very safe with you. I love that we are on this journey together. Our surname can wait. Where do we start? I have noticed that the element of fire has become somewhat of a problem, especially when I am angry."

Stephen placed his scarred hand over the top of Christine’s as she pressed it against his heart. His thumb gently grazed over her soft skin. 

“Fire and anger. The irony of the two historically being a pair.”

His piercing blue gaze locked with hers. 

“The best thing to do is to start simple. You say fire and anger are challenges. We can begin by practicing harnessing that anger and controlling your abilities’ responses to your emotions.”

Christine kept her hand against his chest for a moment longer, letting the steady beat of his heart calm her. She nodded slightly, meeting his gaze.

“You’re right. Fire and anger—they’re tied to everything I feel, everything I’ve held inside for too long. But maybe it’s not about suppressing it. Maybe it’s about learning to guide it.”

She stepped back, her hand falling to her side as she lifted the other slightly, palm facing upward. A small flame flickered to life, soft and contained, dancing just above her skin. Her eyes lingered on it, thoughtful.

“I can feel it, Stephen. It’s not just anger—it’s every emotion fighting for space. But I want to control it, not let it control me.” She extinguished the flame with a small motion, her expression firm.

“I’m ready. Let’s start.”