ourladytrees | the magician and the sorcerer

[ Okay, yeah, accusing an all-powerful sorcerer of dosing him instead of just believing in magic does seem like a very Stephen thing to do. Which is honestly just incredibly endearing, because she knows that while his belief is hard-won, once it's there, it's solid.

Pulling her hand back and returning to her side of the booth, Julia's brow furrows as he starts explaining his brilliant idea, followed by a comical grimace that fights with her grin. ]

Oh, please, that is the worst pickup line. I don't care how handsome you are, if you'd come up to me at a party with that line, I wouldn't have given you the time of day.

[ She laughs while she says it though, giving in to the gentle buzz of alcohol in her system. This is fun. It's been a long time since she enjoyed herself like this. ]

Oh, come on. All things considered— your love of Fillory and faith and hope considered— you're saying that if a very dashing wizard, perhaps with a beard or perhaps not, swooped in at a party and asked if you believed in magic and conjured some wine or sparkling lights for you, you wouldn't at least want to hear more?

[ All the time they'd spent together before — even on the most lazy, sedate afternoons at the Sanctum — had been in the shadow of some overarching concern or ticking bomb. Her trying to find some way to restart magic, trying to find some way to revive her friends' memories. The sword of Damocles hanging over Julia's head, those endless duties and calamities and crises.

Tonight, though, is the first time they can set absolutely all of that aside and simply relax and unwind, no strings attached. And so, accordingly, there's a frivolity and an ease to this conversation which hadn't been fully present before; as if they can finally exhale. ]

[ It feels so good to just let go that she almost wonders if this is some beautiful dream she's about to wake up from. Some monster is going to come around the corner any minute now and shatter this perfect moment, she just knows it. But until it happens, she will embrace this opportunity and everything it presents.

Resting her elbow on the table, she props her chin in her hand and makes an exaggerated show of really considering the hypothetical situation. She tilts her head to the side, purses her lips, eyes raised to the ceiling... ]

Okay, yes, I'd want to hear more, but I wouldn't trust that dashing wizard as far as I could throw him. When a guy is too smooth, it's a red flag.

Ah, good, then we'll both be glad to know that I am terrifically unsmooth.

[ Jokey self-degradation bordering on an outright lie: he can be so charismatic, just as he can be such an asshole. It really depends on the day.

And Stephen is remembering, now, how much he loves this part of the flirtation. Darting a foot over that line, then stepping back; nosing up against that edge of propriety and teasing and flattery, testing the boundaries and seeing how much they can each get away with. And, really, there's no greater test than just going ahead and asking about— ]

So. Speaking of throwing men, and getting to know you a little better, [ now that there's time, ] is there anyone, either here or back in Fillory? I thought possibly not, since you've had other things on your mind for a while, but you know what they say about assuming. Maybe there's a very handsome faun with sideburns somewhere.

[ Tumnus was a cutie, what can we say. ]

[ Terrifically unsmooth? How can he be so damn charming when he's lying through his teeth? And why does she find it so ridiculously attractive?

His question isn't exactly unexpected, but the answer's a bit more serious than the tone of the present conversation. Of course, then he puts that extra humorous spin on the end, and any reservations she'd had about giving an honest answer are swept away. This is Stephen. They laugh about the good and the bad and shy away from neither. ]

A faun? [ Seriously? ] Well, I'll have you know, sideburns really don't do it for me.

[ The laughter fades from her voice a bit as she offers him a more serious answer that she feels he deserves. It's an important topic, especially if this dance they're sharing is actually leading somewhere. ]

But you're right, there hasn't been anyone for a while. [ a beat ] There is someone who I think would like to step into that role, but it's... complicated. And I don't think I'm looking for that kind of complicated in my life right now.

[ There's that sudden sharp twinge of mortification as he wonders, oh god, is she referring to him, was that Julia Wicker gently and kindly letting him down and shutting that door...?

But the two of them aren't actually that complicated, all things considered: they're friends, they've worked together but they're not in the same organisational hierarchy, there's technically nothing stopping this, whatever this is. So after reconsideration and taking another deep swig of his cocktail and tamping down the edge of his nerves, Stephen says, ]

I know the feeling. The last person I even sort of looked at in that way was an alternate version of my ex in a different universe. Which was a situation that... could get messy, so it's probably a good thing that didn't go anywhere.

Wow, we really do have a lot in common, don't we?

[ She can't help the surprised and possibly slightly inappropriate laugh that bursts out of her. Leaning back against the seat, she lifts a hand to rub at her forehead, slightly reeling from yet another similarity in their crazy lives. Was this planned? Did some god out there pull a bunch of strings to amuse themselves? Because this is starting to get a little crazy. ]

My complicated possibility is from another timeline where he and that Julia were together. She died and we lost our Penny, so he came here.

[ After a shake of her head, she follows Stephen's example and takes a very large sip of her drink. ]

— wait, what? [ Stephen timed that sip wrong; he almost chokes on that drink, has to cough and clear his throat and re-straighten in his seat. ] I was absolutely convinced that one would throw you for a loop or sound impressively strange. You really have seen everything.

[ Stephen's sorta-kinda the Penny in this situation, and his mind is reeling trying to follow the pieces. He's blinking at Julia in genuine bafflement. Because the similarities really are starting to be absurd. He wouldn't have thought anyone would be able to relate to this particular piece of relationship complication.

(Everything happens for a reason, Stephen, an internal voice reminds him, and it still sounds so annoyingly like the Ancient One.) ]

She's— well, Christine's not dead here, thank god, but we didn't work out and she married someone else. I happened to run into her in another universe where I was dead, but apparently it hadn't worked out either even before that. Maybe it was never meant to. [ It was something he was still coming to terms with: the fact that you could love someone and it still couldn't be enough. She was always dead or he was always dead or they were alive and apart. At a certain point, maybe you've got to read the writing on the wall and accept what the universe is trying to tell you. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. ]

It is a disorienting experience, though. Complete cognitive dissonance. They both are and aren't the person you know.

And ordinarily I wouldn't talk so much about exes, but look, this overlap is starting to be fucking stupid, I just needed to share.

[ It's not something she'd admit aloud, but she really enjoys whenever she manages to put that look on Stephen's face. After everything he's seen and done, to know that she can still surprise him... That kind of rush is addictive, and she has to hope that eventually, she'll find ways to surprise him that don't involve their messed-up pasts. ]

It's okay. Our pasts make us who we are — you and I know that better than most.

[ She takes another bigger-than-a-sip of her drink to steel herself for the elaboration on her own complicated situation. ]

In this timeline, Penny was with Kady, who's a friend. My best friend, really, next to the Q. But that Penny died not long after we lost magic and Kady took it really hard. Having him around again and not being her Penny — I can see how hard it is for her. And I know she's told him everything that makes me different from his Julia, but it's still...

I'd rather be with someone who knows and cares about me, not just the idea of me in their head. So while it's nice having someone interested in the whole trauma-filled package, I don't know that I can trust that when he's looking at me, he's not seeing her.

[ Oh, how that feels like such a well-needed indictment, even if she might not have meant it like that for him. But it's saying the thing aloud which he'd been telling himself, too. The corner of Stephen's mouth flickers in a kind of rueful smile. ]

Speaking from extremely personal experience... I'm sorry, hopefully this isn't overstepping to say, but I do think he would be. It's goddamn messy. There's so much projection: you just can't unsee the version that you know, and forgetting that history is so much harder. I eventually found myself talking to her as if she was my Christine. Even though you look slightly different and act slightly different from your other self, but then there'll be moments where a tic or a mannerism is exactly the same, and it just throws your pattern recognition into complete chaos. You're still not actually the same person. It would be like dating your ex's identical twin except, I don't know, worse.

... Also, the fabric of reality would have unraveled if either of us stayed in the wrong universe, so there wasn't any way I could've stayed or vice versa, but that's besides the actual point. It was unfair. For me to project my history onto her when we didn't actually have that shared history together. So, I understand.

[ He's probably right. It's something that's been on her mind pretty constantly over the past few weeks while she's been processing everything and coming to terms with her life and the decisions that had to be made. But as much as she's come to care for Penny-23 and has truly appreciated his support and friendship... there would always be that insurmountable something between them.

Draining the last of her drink, she sets the humorous mug on the table and sighs heavily. ]

You know, sometimes I wish there was one normal thing in our lives. Just one, to remind us what it feels like.

[ Stephen glances over at the rest of the semi-crowded bar, which really just reminds him that it's the absolute opposite of normalcy, even as he combs through a mental inventory of his life, searching for just one thing he could name. He's a sorcerer who lives in a haunted house and goes to places like this for fun. Is there anything whatsoever in his life, and thus Julia's by extension, which counts as 'normal'?

And he really has to scrape the bottom of the barrel, but he offers up: ]

I had a bacon-egg-and-cheese from the bodega this morning for breakfast. And we updated the Sanctum's wifi router last week. That's pretty normal.

[ Okay, they'd had to upgrade to a better router because all the occult energies were interfering with the wifi signal, but still. ]

[ A breakfast sandwich and a wifi upgrade. Those are the best he could come up with, and while the sandwich might be a fairly regular occurrence, she's fairly certain there isn't much to fill in for the other. Which isn't surprising, really — she knows what his life is like. But all the same, it hits differently since it's kind of her life now too. Partly, anyway.

She'd been ready to leave this realm and go off to be a full-time goddess, yet this is the realization that gets to her. Brains and emotions are strange things. ]

Thanks for reaching with those. I appreciate it.

[ And she really does, as evidenced by her genuinely affectionate smile. She's just also going to try to work a few more "normal" things into their routine, even if it's just a trip to the farmers market or something. Anything.

Grabbing her cup, she slides to the end of her seat, doing that awkward scoot that everyone who's ever sat in a booth has experienced. ]

I'm gonna get us another round; you stay here and guard the booth. You want the same or something different?

Same as before. I'm a creature of habit.

[ It had been a small coping mechanism while he was a doctor: always wearing the same clothes even when he was out of his scrubs, his wardrobe stacked with identical versions of the exact same outfit. It meant he had fewer decisions to make throughout the week, so he could just pull out a suit like a uniform and then make his one careful selection of which wristwatch to accessorise. He might have expanded his wardrobe more as a sorcerer now (just with fewer buttons and clasps where possible), but the habit still rears its head sometimes; he still sticks to the drinks he knows he likes.

Stephen stays in the booth while she's at the bar, fingers tapping against the table as he waits. Another warlock wanders over to say hello and they exchange a few words, eventually heatedly discussing their differing approaches for an exorcism in the Lower East Side. When Julia returns, he gestures between them. ]

Jericho Drumm, AKA Doctor Voodoo. Julia Wicker, magician. [ Former goddess? He's not sure whether to mention or not, so he omits it, letting her fill in the introduction if she wants to. ] I'd tried to help her with that Wellspring situation, but it turns out she's entirely capable of solving her own problems.

[ A creature of habit. That's good to know. Julia's more the adventurous type when it comes to her daily life — she enjoys going through a cafe's entire menu and having a closet full of pieces to mix and match into outfits. The choice itself is what she finds liberating about the process; so much of her life has been out of her control that she cherishes each and every opportunity to exercise her own agency.

Weaving her way through the crowd of vividly assorted characters to reach the bar, she places her order and then passes the time chatting with one of the Asgardian witches while they wait for their drinks (they are, in fact, out for a hen do). It's an extremely surreal experience and she loves absolutely every second of it. She's almost disappointed when they go their separate ways.

With Stephen's Painkiller in hand and her Deep Sea Diver made with three types of rum, Cointreau, and lime, the way back to their table is infinitely more treacherous as she does her best not to spill either drink. She doesn't expect to find Stephen engaged in a vibrant conversation with someone, but damn is she glad to see it. ]

It's nice to meet you.

[ Said with a smile that is entirely because of Stephen's compliment, whether he intended it as such or not. Stepping over to Stephen's side, she sets his drink down before gesturing to the open side of the booth. ]

Would you like to join us? You two seemed to be having a pretty good discussion.

[ The witch doctor waves a dismissive hand, almost spilling some of his drink, but then he pauses to take a sip to lower the level of liquid in the glass. ]

No, it's alright, I have other people to catch up with. But Doctor Strange, you are coming to next month's magic consortium? We can talk more business then.

[ Stephen makes a disgruntled affirming noise, a kind of ugh yes of course I'll be there, and then Jericho makes his polite goodbyes, murmuring that it was lovely to see a new face like Julia's at their gathering, and hopefully they would be seeing more of her around in general, and hopefully she would be a good influence on the sorcerer. Stephen crinkled his nose after the other man as he departed, leaving the two of them to their booth again. ]

See? Warms right up as soon as you meet him. Me, he's annoyed with — he didn't think I should've incinerated the spirit who was haunting this LES boarding house last month, but honestly, once you eat someone's pet Maltese, then there just isn't much I can do for you.

[ This is the first time Julia's really seeing the professional side of the magical community. A consortium? Talking business? It's like the glimpses she'd gotten at Brakebills, except less... pretentious. She gets the feeling that the people here could come to each other with problems and be presented with actual solutions, whereas with the Brakebills community, it was a toss-up of whether you'd get a solution or someone telling you to go fuck yourself. Finally, with complete certainty, Julia can say that she's glad she wasn't accepted to Brakebills in this timeline. This is where she's supposed to be.

Smiling softly to herself, she slides back into her seat across from Stephen before giving him a look. ]

And I thought you didn't have any interesting adventures while I was gone.

What, a haunting? A haunting is run-of-the-mill. A haunting is any other Tuesday.

[ He tips his head in thanks as he pulls his drink closer, drawing it back to within reach on the tlable. ]

It pales in comparison to building worlds or saving worlds or crafting ineffable magical artifacts or shattering memory spells on your friends to rescue them from a complete overwriting of their psyche. A haunting is… I don’t know, the pest extermination of the magic world. Might as well be roaches.

It's more interesting than that.

[ Hearing him list out the main points of her life over the past few months... Well, it's no wonder she'd been stressed out and exhausted all the time. The fact that she doesn't still feel that way seems almost wrong, she'd gotten so used to it being her permanent state. And he'd played a part in her journey, whether he saw it or not. ]

Even if it seems rote or mundane to you now, I know it wasn't always that way. The first time you dealt with a haunting: what was it like?

[ Despite everything he’s been through and all the things he’s seen and the uncountable timelines he’s lived, Stephen does still remember his first. You always remember your first. ]

Hm. Well, I had just recently been anointed Sorcerer Supreme, when we had a call from someone asking for help.

[ He’d told her before about the complications with the title of Sorcerer Supreme: the years he’d held it, and then how he’d lost it to Wong in a technicality. The first time Julia had been filled in, it had suddenly contextualised so much of the petty yet goodnatured griping between the two men. ]

Wong had been ready to offer assistance with the exorcism, but then I got on his nerves and he told me to handle it myself then. And it was, I kid you not, in an actual firehouse. I thought the Ghostbusters theme would start playing, or for something like Slimer to appear, but it turned out to be the spirit of a deceased fireman who went back to his place of work. They sleep there so often that it felt more like home than home, maybe.

I tried to convince him to let go of this mortal coil and move on to the next realm already, but he got mad and sprayed ectoplasm all over me with a spectral firehose. I eventually had to use a spell to cut the threads and forcibly remove him. Wong told me it served me right for not asking for advice.

[ This is the most quintessentially Stephen Strange anecdote ever. ]

[ It's the way he always has a particular tone in his voice when he talks about when he was the Sorcerer Supreme. She knows there are still some negative feelings there, and there probably always will be, but she's seen that the friendship and respect between the two men run deep. Deep enough that she knows Wong wouldn't have let Stephen wander off to his death at the hands of whatever specter he'd been called to deal with, so she's able to laugh at his story in all the right parts.

(It's the mental image of Stephen watching Ghostbusters that really gets her, though. There will definitely be a movie night in their future now.) ]

You, not asking for advice? I'm shocked. [ The teasing is laid on thick and her grin is so big that it hurts her cheeks. But then she sobers just a little, reaching across the table to touch his arm again. ]

But do you see how you made a difference that day? How you keep making a difference even with these "little" things? It might not be saving the world but it is changing someone's world and making their life better. What you do now has the same impact as when you used to perform surgery. It's not always pioneering new methods and big fancy parties, sometimes it's just a single life.

[ It’s the same sort of thinking Stephen had done when he first chose this path: weighing one profession against the other, and seeing where he could do the most good. And so his reply is quick, off the cuff, casual but unthinking: ]

I know. A sorcerer can protect an entire plane of existence rather than one-off patients. I already did that math, actually. Sometimes it’s trillions.

[ Oh, he shouldn’t have downed his cocktail so quickly. These tiki drinks are deceptive: they taste like sugary sweetness, but they pack such a boozy punch. His blue-green eyes flicker, almost a little caught off-guard by how he’d tripped into this particular subject. The snap, and that terrible choice he made, isn’t something he wants to discuss on such a fun and carefree evening. So he hesitates. ]

Sorry. That's not— exactly casual drinks conversation.

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It's okay.

[ She answers just as quickly, though her thoughts are already racing. He'd missed the point she'd been trying to make — though maybe she hadn't been making it very well, to begin with. It's too important to leave unsaid; she'll have to try again. So, after taking a big gulp of her drink to steel herself, she slides out of the booth and moves the few steps over to his side. ]

Scoot over.

[ Stephen watches and follows her movements, an eyebrow arched in bemused curiosity, but then gamely slides a little further down so she can join him on his side of the booth.

It's a small shift, but it still feels significant: closing that distance, crossing over to the entirely uncustomary seat, broaching the barrier made by the table between them. So Stephen twists a little sideways, one elbow still propped against the table, shoulders tilted so he can look at Julia a little better, wondering where this is going. ]

[ That distance bridged, there's no way he can avoid or brush off what she has to say. This is personal and it's big, so she lowers her voice slightly and turns the same way he has. There's hardly any space between them now, but she bridges that distance too, setting her hand on his wrist, so close to those scars he's self-conscious about. ]

When you helped me, why did you do it? I'm just one person, the impact is nothing like that of defending a planet from a crazy alien or protecting an entire plane of existence. You didn't know me or the journey I was on, so why?

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