Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ

ˢᵒʳᶜᵉʳᵉʳ ˢᵘᵖʳᵉᵐᵉ 【❉】⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀▚ ⊰ ❝Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀ ｋｅｙｈｏｌｅ.❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʏ ᴏғ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ﹠ᴍᴇᴅiᴄᴀʟ sᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ.

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

⠀⠀₪⊱ ❝I ｃａｎ＇ｔ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs.❞

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

||: I'll be getting to responses tonight!

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

“Greetings,”

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

@IronizedHubris » Tony. Can't say it's worth your time, but—it's taken me a lot to come here. .
After my faults.“

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

@IronizedHubris » didn't know this was /the/ Stephen Strange—as his shoulders shook with a generous chuckle.
“It's. . It's a long story,»

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

@IronizedHubris » standard ideals having faded with everyone around him, when guests parted to allow Tony to approach Strange.
People «

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

@IronizedHubris « his attention went scarce from psychedelic fantasies to normalcy.
Stark.
A smile had replaced his monotonous facade—his«

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

@IronizedHubris » human.
After a moment of contemplating his spot in the scene, his voice was beckoned—like a late night prophecy, when »

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

@IronizedHubris » he were glass—but it was blatantly disliked, wishing to be handled like a person. Not a sorcerer, not a neurosurgeon; a «

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

@IronizedHubris « he hadn't been in the limelight for years; and everyone knew of Stephen's accident.
People walked around him as if »

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

@IronizedHubris » under his button up cotton piece.
Through the distilled flood of laughter, the sorcerer felt out of place—only because«

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

@IronizedHubris « natural or electrical—though all that Stephen had was the Eye of Agamotto, a dull and unpolished gold which was tucked «

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

@IronizedHubris » bottom.
Champagne danced within the containments which people soared upon, jewelry catching the light of anything «

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

@IronizedHubris » slender glass within his hand, the body slipping between his middle and ring digits—as they curled to cradle the rounded »

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

@IronizedHubris » most elite—down to supervisors at SHIELD and small friends whom were guests brought by attendees.
Strange held a »

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

@IronizedHubris » that he could only imagine he's wear before changes.
The party was bustling—busy with bodies that scanned from the «

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@IronizedHubris
New York; but nothing like Tibet.
It had been years since Stephen even sought the comforts of a city—clad in a suit »

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

As @IronizedHubris sounded, Stephen lifted his sight—giving off a more genuine chuckle of amusement.
“No, but I was trained by some.”

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

“My doctrine says major in sass—so I cannot go against their whim~”
He laughed genuinely, folding both branches. https://t.co/FK8zBGhL3x

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

“It isn't like Harvard.”
He concluded with a crack of his neck, brows arched. https://t.co/5yAqbUscLm

[Ｓ． Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ @Sorcererism]

“In Sassachusettes.”
He craned his head, huffing with a rather bemused stare. https://t.co/5bqCY17Aw3