Saturday, October 31, 2015

Clea - Abdication - P. A. Nolte


1/ Clea's hands grasp the golden ringlet set with a large sapphire resting upon her brow.  We can only see from just under her eyebrows to just above her hairline.  She is going to remove the Flames of Regency.

Dormammu (OP): Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown, eh, niece?

2/ She kneels in front of Dormammu, offering him the crown of the Dark Dimension's ruler.  He is reaching out for it, all too happy to take on the responsibility, even though he is Faltinian at his core.

Dormammu: I believe one of your terran bards coined that particular turn of phrase, but who can be bothered to keep track.

3/ At his touch, the Flames begin to merge with Dormammu's already fiery personage.

Dormammu: At last!  The Flames of Regency fall to their rightful owner.  Now...

4/ She walks away from her uncle.  Stephen Strange has his arms around her tenderly, but the look on her face is not one of acceptance.  Behind them, Dormammu throws out an arm as he issues Clea's banishment.

Dormammu: Be gone!  Once again, this is a place of true magicks.  There will be no need for the parlor tricks of misguided children or the interference of street wizards here any longer.

Strange: Ignore him, Clea. Let this Ozymandias alone to look upon his works.

5/ Over her shoulder, Clea gives the Dark Dimension's new master a final warning.

Clea: I will return... Uncle.

1 comment:

  1. Wow. Powerful and poignant, and actually, while Clea would always be her home's fiercest protector, I've always suspected that she may not be the best choice for rule. Which you illustrate so well on this page, not by what we see, but what we're not seeing. Yet. Nice shot, Mr Nolte.

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