wake up to the sound

It’s not that she doesn’t trust him implicitly, at this point she’d lost count of how many times they had brought each other back from the brink–had been the leaning shoulder and the soothing hand. 

But she can’t help a sense of apprehension when he mentions PAIN. It was human nature to balk at pain, it wasn’t a reflection of her trust in him.

With one last look at his face, his expression solemn and focused, she does close her eyes. Arms falling to her side and face tilted toward him to compensate for the height difference. Warm finger tips touch her cheeks, for a brief moment she leans into the touch–mild as it is–before straightening a little more.

Inhale. 

Exhale. 

She waits, vulnerable and lax under his gaze.

    For a very long moment he did nothing, simply enjoying that simple contact of soft skin beneath fingertips. He considered how his face must look-- was he holding onto that serious focus he practiced so often, or was the mask slipping and letting free the merriment the situation truly called for?

         ..was that wariness in Christine’s eyes, or was he simply seeing imagined fears?

    In the blink of an eye, the goop that covered her lightened in weight to almost nothing, the blue color remaining. Instead, every previously-oozed inch was covered in tiny blue butterflies.

newt glanced over the menu for a minute before kind of picking jasmine tea. he wasn’t fond of coffee and did not want anything else really. water would have been fine, but they charged quite a lot for even water and he found it a bit ridiculous.

         ❝  newt scamander. magizoologist.  i can assure you mister strange, nothing in the case is dangerous.  ❞

the wizard seemed to unconsciously place his case upon his lap, as if protecting it from something or someone, but he didn’t feel like stephen would try to make any sudden moves toward the case. newt was just being a bit protective, even if he really didn’t seem to notice it.

        ❝  do you work for macusa?  ❞

    “I’m.. unfamiliar with that name,” Strange admitted, filing it back into his thoughts for later, in case he should look into this Macusa.

    “I work independently of any government organization. I don’t often run into other surprise magic talents, especially not on the streets, in traffic.”