#abyssalmuses

@abyssalmuses

Immediately pulling his hands away as if he had burned them on a hot element does the Iron Avenger back away, hands raised to show that he didn't mean to pose any threat in case that came into question. "First of all, I was just trying to help. Second, maybe don't touch my equipment next time. Hm?"

Oh, that sparkle inside the man's eyes tells Stephen everything he needs to know - before the other even opens his mouth to speak, that is. Otto seems delighted about the opportunity to get whatever is nagging him off his chest; And yes, that he is, judged by what follows soon after.

It causes the sorcerer to blink, to inhale deeply before exhaling the very same breath through parted lips - an enthusiastic sigh it is, coming from the very depths of his lungs, accompanied by a bright gaze flicking to the side for a while (I can't believe it) before focusing back on the doctor in front of him.

"---Didn't I explain it to you - long and clear, that is - that I did not mean to drag your octo-ass through the damn Multiverse? That our Spiderman has interrupted my spell, to which all of that massive fuckup has even happened to begin with?" Oh yes, that Strange did. But well, anyways...

"Besides all that, I also sent you back home unharmed - and I fixed the issues that have occured. Taken care of the tears in our Universe, put everything back together... you know, saved the world from eternal doom."

Another sigh follows, but it's a softer one, and Stephen shakes his head before rolling his eyes...

His hands were shaking. Visibly. Annoyingly so, in fact, and only the knowledge that it was not his health but his injuries behind it was keeping him from being even more annoyed. And his enhancements had never played well with pain, stress or annoyance.

Still, he lowered the gun: he was much better at stabbing people or throwing explosives at them anyway, but the gun had been a useful compromise after he'd run into some thugs that had tried to mug him, after the day he'd been having. He'd ended up injured, but getting two new knives and a firearm. And then he'd ran into a man that he could recognize and yet didn't, because Harry himself had been in stasis by the time the Dr. Octavius he knew had worked with Peter to develop the would-be famous arms, and this was not the same Otto Octavius he knew.

But this was Otto Octavius, and this was not Harry's new York, and nothing had made any sense since he'd unmasked Peter and then found himself in this strange but familiar city.

"Don't come closer." He warned Octavius, nevertheless. Because this might not be the Otto Octavius he knew, but in his universe he'd betrayed Harry's best friend -and hadn't Harry too, came the insidious voice in his mind- and Harry's trust had never been plentiful.

⸻ “Doctor Octavius.”

Closed starter for @abyssalmuses

Deep breath, Kabaiel. Smile. Don't let him see anything's wrong. You're doing this for him, don't ruin it.

That was what the angel was thinking to himself as he crossed the street back towards his shop where Aziraphale was waiting. He could feel the Metatron's eyes boring into his back as he walked, and it was doing nothing for his nerves. Kabaiel stopped at the door so he could ready himself and put on as genuine-looking a smile as he could muster. And then he swept in the way he always did when he had something exciting to share.

🎀 ― i love your aesthetic / graphics

💯 ― your headcanon posts are always on point

✨ ― i love the way you write

💫 ― i enjoy writing with you

😊 ― i enjoy talking to you

💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person

☀️ ― your posts always bring me joy

❤️ ― you're one of my favorite blogs

🌺 ― simply admiring you from afar

🐙 – you locked me in a dungeon, wizard

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝒀𝑴𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺. 

|| Hng pls stop admiring me from afar and come veryyyy close and let me admire you ok? ok. All of this right back at you friend, this is so kind of you, thank you!!! ♥♥♥

Bonus Stephen-reaction to the last one:

Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person. || accepting

"---Are you serious?"

"Listen, that guy has some serious attitude-issues going on. Those aren't very attractive, in my humble opinion at least."

"...I owe you?"

Well, that's one way to start a conversation, honestly; A set of bright eyes blinks once, twice even, before dark brows rise toward the sorcerer's hairline, followed by a rather pregnant pause...

"---Care to elaborate on that?"