#;eye of the storm {sue & clea | cosmicrayed | 838!verse}

[supremescrceress]

eye of the storm || closed

semi-plotted, mostly spontaneous starter for @cosmicrayed​

{☆} “Sofia, Stephen--pick up your toys! We do not leave them lying around!” She hadn’t foreseen moving back to New York in her lifetime--certainly not to take over for Mordo. She and the kids had been CONTENT in London, guarding the Sanctum, living a relatively normal (at least for the Stranges) life without her husband. But with Mordo being ousted as Sorcerer Supreme and the MASSACRE at the Baxter Foundation...

There hadn’t really been a choice. 

Blowing a lock of hair out of her face, she hurried down the stairs, scooping up ACTION figures and dolls, tossing them into a basket as she approached the front door. With her hands full, Clea beckoned them open with a subtle nod of her head.

Her RELIEF was palpable seeing Sue and the kids. Setting the basket down to the side, she rushed over to greet her, holding her arms out to EMBRACE her. “I’m so glad you decided to come stay, Sue. I know...” 

Clea’s brows furrowed, grief etched on her face. “I know what this all feels like,” she breathed out. Two little blurs, Stephen with his messy locks of white hair bouncing and Sofia with her dark hair swinging behind her, all but floated to join their guests. 

“Please come in--let’s get you guys settled, hm?”