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“ i, uh, i should say thanks, right, for you getting me out of the desert. kinda touch and go there for a while, huh? bloody terrifying having khonshu basically turn to nothing. ” he laughs nervously despite how it’s basically the worst thing ever. without khonshu, would they be able to defeat harrow and fix all this shit? he didn’t know. “ you alright? bet i gave yer quite a fright, huh... ”
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cairo has really gone downhill since harrow had swept through. while his eyes are no longer set on cairo but the world it looks like ground zero. very few people dare walk the streets for fear of being judged if they haven’t been already. if they have...then either they hate themselves or they are blind followers of ammit. either way, marc isn’t taking his chances at being recognised. there had been rumours about his body no longer being in the tomb and he doesn’t want to fight harrow until he’s sure he can win.
steven is nattering in his ear about possible ways to bind ammit but he’s keeping track of their surroundings. some chill tells him he’s being watched and he draws a crescent blade just to be safe. he looks up to see someone indeed watching him. their face is obscured and he knows that means they’re either devout ammit cult followers or it’s someone who hasn’t been judged yet. both are dangerous.
@unsteals ASKED, it's a desert planet, not unlike the one she comes from. layla feels a little at home in the marketplace. hot & dusty, colorful & busy. it's a good place to make contact with someone in secret, in broad daylight. she doesn't really know who she's looking for. the rebellion isn't trying to draw attention like that. they're not ready to face the empire, but they're preparing. they're trying. layla wants to be part of that - and it's not like she can go home. imperial tendrils have wrapped around the planet and her family, the royal family, stands as little more than a group of political prisoners. only the princess has managed to escape ( it had been a terrifying night ). her initial point of contact had promised her help, directed her here, told her to wait. well, she's waiting.
𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐎. marc felt he had better things to do than to go looking for a princess who might or might not be able to provide them with help⸺princess leia had told him that any help was better than having none ! the rebellion needed anything they could get with this imperium snaking it’s way from one system to the next, destroying planets && killing for those who don’t 𝓼𝓾𝓫𝓶𝓲𝓽. darkness rises && the light to meet it, something he’d heard several times since becoming a pilot && since he decided what side of history he was on. ( still, marc knows that what’s inside of him doesn’t remain on solid ground. he’s tempted, he often wonders to things no jedi would ever dare. he isn’t a jedi, hardly force sensitive, but he knows of their teachings. one is either light or dark, rarely an in-between. ) ; arms remain at his sides while dark eyes scan the crowded market, right hand lingering near blaster holstered against thigh if any trouble arises. marc had only seen a 𝙶𝙻𝙸𝙼𝙿𝚂𝙴 of her before, a hologram that hasn’t always been reliable in true reflections⸺though, among creatures && people alike, he’s confident in his ability to pick her out. boots halt in the sands, dark leather jacket over his shoulders collecting thin layer of sand, when eyes catch sight of dark, unruly hair. ❝ gotta be her. ❞ muttered to himself underneath breath with advancement of feet. [ STEVEN: be careful, marc ! we’ve got no idea who else is here. someone could be watching. ] he now stands before her, ❝ here to meet anyone special ? ❞ brow arches, ❝ you look like the girl i’m lookin’ for. is your name layla ? ❞ princess, he thinks he should say.
008. ❝ have you no respect for the dead? ❞ / jake
Jake raises an eyebrow at her and laughs. "¿Por qué debería? They're dead!" He nudges the beaten and bloody corpse he just made with the toe of his boot like it was road kill. "Fuck 'em, alive and dead." Jake turns away from the corpse to grin. "You're so silly, nuestra escarabajo bebé."
@unsteals: arms wind around steven's waist from behind. ❝ are you okay? ❞ she's pretty sure the answer is no from the everything about the way he's standing, but she'll let him tell her that.
He must look deranged, staring at the mirror with a look of offense, talking to “himself”. The arm around his waist startles him, surprised by her presence but he quickly relaxed when he realised it was just Layla, huffing sulkily. ❝ They’re both flipping me off. ❞ He gestured to the mirror, which doesn’t really prove anything since she can’t see them like he can. ❝ I was just talking about the staff of Ra. ❞ Rambling would be more accurate, really.
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Marie: Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed of the souls of the living I strike fear into- Layla: You sleep with a teddybear. Marie: He’s my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!
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“ yes. i am telling you what to do. i’m telling you not to pull something like that again because— ‘cause fucking hell. i care about you. okay? ”
Care. She cares? For a moment, Loki almost believes her. Then he puts his head back on straight, shoves his traitorous heart back down his throat, and remembers how impossible that is and it only makes him angrier that she could try that tactic with him. No one cared about the God of Outcasts; the name said it all. Even he didn’t care for himself, in all his variations. Thor never cared. His supposed parents never cared, Odin be damned. Not even Sylvie, who Loki thought understood him, cared. They all just wanted him under their control for their own purposes. He was a shadow to be forgotten and the anger rose further. “Never say that to me again, you sniveling worm. Do not confuse me for your broken dog of a husband. I do not want nor need your so-called care.”
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LISTEN TO ME !!! i’ve been staring Respectfully at your blog for a while now , you’re so cool ???
