Strange is awash in startled recognition. Silver's voice makes him pause and he stares at her intently. His hand half raises to touch her white hair, his eyes lost in recollection, but he forestalls the gesture and withdraws his hand as if touching Sable's locks would burn him. He quickly averts his eyes from her as a shadow of old pain surges in his heart. He unconsciously rubs he bare finger where his wedding ring used to rest.
Then he notes Mystique's offer of a cigarette. Against expected character he takes it. Rather than bring it to his mouth however he walks over to the gory remains of Logan.
Holding the smoldering tobacco before him he gestures over it and the ember blooms into a flower of fire. The blaze spring from the now blackened cigarette and alights in Strange's palm. It dances and crackles with a life all it's own. A word from Strange and the tiny elemental leaps from its perch and dives into the grisly remains spread over the floor, burring as it touches. Soon there is nothing but ash and bone. There will be no regeneration.
As the fire dies down, Strange's face is filled with sadness and he whispers a funeral poem fitting for the Samurai he once knew.
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Date: 2006-10-20 03:33 pm (UTC)Then he notes Mystique's offer of a cigarette. Against expected character he takes it. Rather than bring it to his mouth however he walks over to the gory remains of Logan.
Holding the smoldering tobacco before him he gestures over it and the ember blooms into a flower of fire. The blaze spring from the now blackened cigarette and alights in Strange's palm. It dances and crackles with a life all it's own. A word from Strange and the tiny elemental leaps from its perch and dives into the grisly remains spread over the floor, burring as it touches. Soon there is nothing but ash and bone. There will be no regeneration.
As the fire dies down, Strange's face is filled with sadness and he whispers a funeral poem fitting for the Samurai he once knew.
He turns back to the group.
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