rest & recuperate, day 67 Strange still isn't at 100%. He looks well, he's not bleeding or bruised, but he's tired as hell. So, he's spending the rest of this day in the medical tent, mostly because that's where he got dragged after reviving and Strange doesn't really want to move. For a large portion of the day, he's sleeping. But occasionally, when his strength is a bit better, Strange is staring off into space, idly playing with some fire magic, or looking at the ends of his hair in a contemplative manner.
It's easy to distract him and get his attention. In fact, he'd welcome it. Any sort of noise of someone entering grabs his attention, and Strange perks up to look at them.
no rest for the wicked, day 68 onwards Strange now knows the gist about the whole Ignatius business. And man, is he pissed about it. As if they needed any more reason for the Summer Court to hate them and call for their heads, now those idiots attacked and kidnapped a True Fae himself! Didn't any of them think before doing something stupid?
At the same time...he's oddly relieved that Ignatius is just injured and not dead. Because Strange is certain that if Lambert and Rita got the chance, they'd murder him on the spot. But the fact that he's relieved makes him more aggravated and he's just a chaotic swarm of dumb feelings that he's going to work out through magic and violence.
Strange has found a more secluded area of the forest and is going through an improvised training routine. Today's focus: earth magic. The ground rumbles, it splits, a few spikes of earth shoot up at odd angles, a pillar quickly shoots up, this is Strange messing around and magicing up the terrain in new and offense-based sorts of ways. He's sweaty, single-minded, and doesn't seem to be grasping the fact that this is partly for relaxing. The only relaxed thing about him is his outfit: Strange is wearing a loose cotton shirt and a pair of shorts that stop right above the knee. People have seen more of Strange's legs in the past week than they've seen in the past few months.
dreams a little dream, day 67-68 Strange's dreams are predictable enough. There's a large ballroom, filled with people chattering and talking amongst themselves. A ball of some kind is happening as high energy music plays in the background. All of the attire is definitely Regency and a definitely formal: this is Strange's England. And on the ballroom floor, there's a dance going. Strange and Arabella, his wife, are in the center of it, as the two dance, twirl, and move their way around the ballroom. Strange looks happy and relaxed, possibly the happiest he's been in ages. There's no interruption as they dance and Strange's eyes never leave Arabella's. It's only when the song ends and they break apart, Strange catches the eye of whatever carnival member's intruding on his dream.
"Wait your turn!" Strange laughs, as he looks over at the carnival member. And then, he leans in and starts to make out with a charmed yet taken aback Arabella. Yep, that sure is his tongue going in her mouth, have fun watching sloppy make-outs for a bit everybody.
Jonathan Strange | ota!
Strange still isn't at 100%. He looks well, he's not bleeding or bruised, but he's tired as hell. So, he's spending the rest of this day in the medical tent, mostly because that's where he got dragged after reviving and Strange doesn't really want to move. For a large portion of the day, he's sleeping. But occasionally, when his strength is a bit better, Strange is staring off into space, idly playing with some fire magic, or looking at the ends of his hair in a contemplative manner.
It's easy to distract him and get his attention. In fact, he'd welcome it. Any sort of noise of someone entering grabs his attention, and Strange perks up to look at them.
no rest for the wicked, day 68 onwards
Strange now knows the gist about the whole Ignatius business. And man, is he pissed about it. As if they needed any more reason for the Summer Court to hate them and call for their heads, now those idiots attacked and kidnapped a True Fae himself! Didn't any of them think before doing something stupid?
At the same time...he's oddly relieved that Ignatius is just injured and not dead. Because Strange is certain that if Lambert and Rita got the chance, they'd murder him on the spot. But the fact that he's relieved makes him more aggravated and he's just a chaotic swarm of dumb feelings that he's going to work out through magic and violence.
Strange has found a more secluded area of the forest and is going through an improvised training routine. Today's focus: earth magic. The ground rumbles, it splits, a few spikes of earth shoot up at odd angles, a pillar quickly shoots up, this is Strange messing around and magicing up the terrain in new and offense-based sorts of ways. He's sweaty, single-minded, and doesn't seem to be grasping the fact that this is partly for relaxing. The only relaxed thing about him is his outfit: Strange is wearing a loose cotton shirt and a pair of shorts that stop right above the knee. People have seen more of Strange's legs in the past week than they've seen in the past few months.
dreams a little dream, day 67-68
Strange's dreams are predictable enough. There's a large ballroom, filled with people chattering and talking amongst themselves. A ball of some kind is happening as high energy music plays in the background. All of the attire is definitely Regency and a definitely formal: this is Strange's England. And on the ballroom floor, there's a dance going. Strange and Arabella, his wife, are in the center of it, as the two dance, twirl, and move their way around the ballroom. Strange looks happy and relaxed, possibly the happiest he's been in ages. There's no interruption as they dance and Strange's eyes never leave Arabella's. It's only when the song ends and they break apart, Strange catches the eye of whatever carnival member's intruding on his dream.
"Wait your turn!" Strange laughs, as he looks over at the carnival member. And then, he leans in and starts to make out with a charmed yet taken aback Arabella. Yep, that sure is his tongue going in her mouth, have fun watching sloppy make-outs for a bit everybody.