welcome   to   suitsummoned.   an   independent,   selective,   and   canon   divergent   moon   knight   rp.   featuring   the   system:   marc   spector,   steven   grant,   and   jake   lockley.   please   refer   to   carrd   for   rules   and   about.  

penned   and   loved   by   cash   (25+)   she/her

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“ … Sure.” There were more words at her lips to be said - ‘not a chance’ or ‘nowhere I’d rather be’, but she kept those back behind her smile. This was just a friendly visit, after all, no need for fancy speeches. Or … flirty speeches, to be more precise. Because … was she flirting with Steven? Was he flirting with her, or simply being his gentle, gregarious self?

“You weren’t kidding when you said you had a library,” She noted, looking around. And goldfish, currently doing the ‘do you have food?’ wiggle towards the glass. Sending them a quick mental ‘sorry’, Thera turned her attention back to Steven, busy in the little kitchen at one side of the flat. She wasn’t sure where to sit down, options being at a small dining table or a battered armchair, both stacked with books. so she stayed where she was, waiting for him to advise.

“You know, if I’m gonna get coffee and good reading, I’ll have to drive you home more often.”

cassie  is  smart  enough  to  know  that  jake  was  not  going  to  let  this  go  much  to  her  dismay  he  is  inviting  himself  in  and  she  looks  up  at  him  feeling  the  warmth  of  his  hands  caress  her  face  and  she  tries  not  to  break  right  then  and  there.  but  he  is  gentle  and  he  is  loving  and  he  is  everything  she  does  not  know  what  to  do  with.  especially  with  this  secret  being  hidden  away  and  she  closes  her  blue  eyes  in  silent  surrender  when  his  thumb  brushes  over  her  cheeks. she  hates  how  easily  she  has  allowed  him  to  consume  her,  like  his  touch  could  heal  anything,  a  few  kind  words,  swallowing  hard  she  forces  her  eyes  open  to  meet  his  face.  of  course  he  is  not  convinced  by  her  words,  he  wanted  answers,  demanded  them,  it  is  scary  as  it  is  exhilarant.  cassie  feels  frozen  in  her  spot  and  her  pink  lips  part  quietly  trying  to  think  of  more  excuses  but  ultimately  it  was  no  use,  again,  he  had  trapped  her.  now  she  needed  to  tell  the  truth  but  she  is  so  scared. “  s—omthing  happened…  okay?  “  cassie’s  voice  is  tender  despite  all  the  odds  stacked  against  her  and  she  somehow  forces  herself  to  calm  down  looking  straight  into  jake’s  brown  hues. “  i’m….  i’m  late,  i  don’t  know,  i  haven’t…  i  haven’t  taken  a  test  yet  but  i’m  never  usually  late..  “  her  voice  is  strong  despite  the  way  her  knees  want  to  give  out  from  underneath  her  and  she  forces  herself  to  maintain  eye  contact  with  him  showing  him  all  the  fear  and  uncertainty  and  in  the  depths  of  her  blue  eyes  there’s  a  spark  of  happiness  at  one  could  be -  a  foolish  day  dream.  fool’s  gold. 

anyone   could   have   seen   something   was   bothering   her.   it   was   in   her   eyes   and   the   way   they   became   damp   —   wandering   away   from   his   gaze.   her   body   was   tense,   shaky   even   and   he   could   feel   the   softest   of   trembles   in   her   jaw   as   he   held   her.   but   at   her   confession   that   something   had   happened,   he   couldn’t   help   but   lift   her   chin   just   slightly.   his   mind   wandering   to   every   possible   scenario.   his   first   thought   is   ‘who   do   i   have   to   fucking   murder   this   time?’   but   his   rabid   brain   is   quickly   silenced   as   she   mentions   she’s   late.   well,   he   hadn’t   thought   of   that   as   being   a   possible   situation.   it   takes   a   minute   to   process   what   she’s   saying   and   when   it   finally   sinks   in,   he   drops   his   hand   from   her   face   and   nearly   stumbles   back.   his   hand   wipes   down   the   side   of   his   face   and   he   probably   looks   fucking   stupid   —   dumbfounded   with   jaw   unlocked.            ‘   late ?   ’         he   repeats.   he   knew   what   that   meant.   she   was   carrying   his   child.   it   was   definitely   his   —   it   had   to   be.   he   was   the   only   one   that   didn’t   use   extra   forms   of   protection   —   his   hungry   fetish   to   fill   her   up   had   finally   gotten   back   around   to   bite   him   in   his   ass.   what   did   he   think   would   happen ?   is   this   not   what   he   was   fantasizing   about   when   he   was   unloading   himself   inside   her ?            what   a   fucking   dumbass.            ‘   cas.   are   you   saying   you   think   you’re   pregnant ?   ’         he   feels   winded   like   someone   was   putting   a   dumbbell   on   his   chest.            ‘   but   you   haven’t   taken   a   test   yet,   right ?   so   you   don’t   know   for   sure ?   ‘cause   i   can   get   you   a   test   right   now   and   we   can   —   we   can   figure   this   out,   but   fuck   how   did   this   happen ?   ’            well   when   a   man   and   woman   love   each   other   —            ‘   i   mean   i   thought   you   were   on   birth   control,   right ?   or   —   i   don’t   know   sorry   i   don’t   wanna   stress   you   out   more,   but   we   should   get   it   confirmed.   it’s   okay.   it’s   okay.   ’         he   tries   to   reassure   her,   but   the   words   are   also   a   reminder   for   him.  

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 Layla just shot Marc could have melted cold, rolled steel. In her most sensible places of thought, she knew very well that Marc was only trying to help, that there was no grain of patronizing or placating what he thought was an ‘hysterical woman’, but when a person is caught in the flames of their own indignant or righteous anger those higher plains of understanding and rationale can be as elusive as catching smoke with your hands.

“ I don’t need to breathe, Marc. You know the only reason they’re arresting that boy is because they know he’s a mutant, ” but the deep part of her that also resonated with the highest need of keeping their own people safe.

The small population of vulnerable people they gave shelter and refuge to under the roof of the Midnight Mission relied on the protection that was organized, implemented and provided by Marc, The System, Layla, and the various other street heroes with whom they had started to slowly form the bonds of camaraderie were rated at the highest of their priorities. Openly making themselves known rabble rousers to the local law enforcement would do nothing except be the heavy prices their people would have to pay. THey could do very little without the protection of their hero personas, and there was too much of a crowd to summon their Avatar armor, and they lacked the equipment to slip into the roles of Mr. and Lady Knight.

All Layla could do is stand there with her husband and swallow the hard pill of injustice.

chest   pinches   as   shoulders   tense   at   her   rather   unforgiving   gaze   —   he   knew   better.   he   knew   how   stubborn   and   passionate   and   rightfully   tetchy   his   wife   could   be,   especially   under   such   hateful   and   unjust   situations   such   as   this.   he   understood,   though.   while   she   wore   her   rage   on   her   sleeve,   he   swallowed   his   ( for   now ),   letting   it   fester   like   carbon   monoxide   —   a   slow,   tasteless,   odorless   poison.   but   if   she   lost   her   head,   so   would   he.   one   of   them   had   to   remain   with   feet   semi-steady   —   balanced   —   a   symbiotic   love.   so   as   she   speaks,   he   bites   his   tongue,   taking   a   mental   step   back   with   narrowed   eyes   dark,   observant,   and   even   irascible   —   but   his   anger   was   not   directed   at   her,   no,   it   was   the   suffocating   feeling   of   failure   and   the   unjust   arrest.   watching   that   young   man   —   a   kid   —   be   dragged   away   for   a   ‘crime’   that   did   not   warrant   such   brutal   intervention   caused   his   stomach   to   knot,   and   his   whole   body   felt   like   he   was   being   buried   in   concrete.   but   the   situation   was   delicate   and   required   cool   heads   and   calculated   moves.   not   blind   rage   and   more   violence.  

‘   i   know   —   i   know.   look,   we   will   find   a   way   to   make   this   right,   okay ?   but   right   now ?   ’            he   grabs   her   shoulders,   something   firm   yet   reassuring   but   also   more   as   a   means   to   make   sure   she   couldn’t   jet   past   him   in   some   vigilante   rage-fueled   quest.   though   he   wouldn’t   blame   her   if   she   did.   hell,   he’d   join   her.            ‘   right   now,   i   just   need   you   to   breathe   —   and   that’s   not   me   tryna   say   this   isn’t   fucked,   ‘right ?   look   at   me   —   ’            he’s   hunched   a   bit   to   be   more   on   her   level,   trying   to   meet   her   eyes.   he   had   taken   notes   over   the   years   of   all   the   times   he   was   in   her   position,   being   comforted   and   cooled   down   by   her.   how   many   times   had   she   screwed   his   head   back   on   tight ?   how   many   times   had   she   pulled   him   from   the   quicksand ?            it   was   his   turn   now.  

she  had  been  avoiding  all  three  of  them  all  week.  well  one  man.  she  has  just  found  out  the  consequences  of  their  actions  and  it  should  be  an  exciting  time.  but  did  it  really  feel  like  it?  there  is  no  doubt  in  her  mind  that  this  was  jake’s  baby.  but  it  still  felt  odd  as  if  she  was  forcing  the  other  two  to  take  the  fall.  she  did  not  know  how  to  process  it  in  her  mind  so  she  felt  like  avoiding  the  whole  conflict  was  for  the  best.  until  jake  was  suddenly  outside  of  her  door  demanding  answers  and  though  he  had  every  right  to  be  upset  with  her  distant  nature  it  did  not  make  this  situation  any  easier  on  her.  cassie  stands  there  in  the  new  york  chill  and  her  arms  are  crossed  over  her  chest  breathing  in.  just  breathe,  it’ll  all  be  okay  but  she  could  feel  something  of  a  breakdown  coming  along  because  even  if  she  was  excited  to  have  his  baby  and  get  a  second  chance  at  being  a  mom  she  did  not  want  to  restrict  the  others.  it  felt  weird  to  even  consider  them  but  they  had  grown  considerably  close  to  her.  so  here  jake  was  with  his  messy  curls  and  demanding  answers  and  his  brown  eyes  ablaze,  crazy.  her  heart  somehow  does  not  beat  right  out  of  her  chest  but  she  is  terrified.  “  i  was  just  busy…  lots  of…  shoots.  “  yeah,  blame  it  on  work,  not  that  you  had  another  human  being  growing  inside  of  you.  one  that  was  both  of  yours. 

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the   sudden   distance   had   upset   him,   sure,   but   he   was   more   concerned   than   anything.   what   had   happened   to   make   her   push   him   away   —   and   it   wasn’t   just   him.   she   had   ghosted   marc   and   steven   as   well.   ignoring   texts   and   calls.   of   course   he   was   worried.   was   she   in   trouble ?   had   she   finally   got   sick   and   tired   of   him   —   maybe   even   bored   (  though   he   tried   to   keep   things   interesting   )            ‘   where   you   been ?   ’            is   the   first   thing   he   asks   with   hands   shoved   deep   into   his   pockets.            ‘   you   got   me   worried.   ’            he   admits,   stepping   inside   her   place   without   even   waiting   for   an   invite   —   they   were   far   past   that.   the   thing   about   jake   though,   was   that   he   could   really   read   people   —   see   them.   and   something   was   off   with   her.   she   seemed   stressed   —   scared   even.            ‘   shoots ?   ’         he   nods,   not   taking   his   eyes   off   hers.            ‘   how   are   these   shoots   goin,   hmm ?   ’         he’s   trying   to   get   to   the   root   problem,   taking   a   step   forward   and   placing   her   face   in   his   hands   while   a   thumb   runs   along   the   softness   of   her   warm   cheek.   he   looks   her   in   the   eyes   —   sternly,   but   not   without   affection.            ‘   tell   me   what’s   going   on   with   you   —   tell   me   what’s   wrong.   ’         he   tilts   his   neck   just   a   bit,   still   not   removing   his   gaze.            ‘   i   ain’t   goin’   nowhere,   cas.   i’ll   stay   here   all   fuckin’   night.   ’