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unsteals-archived · 2 years
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❝ it’s only dinner. ❞   her eyes are tracking him back and forth across the flat from where she’s sat at the foot of the bed, pulling up the zippers on her ankle boots. layla has seen this man take on  ancient gods  and far worse odds than this. he handled them better.   ❝ she isn’t even my family. she’s a family friend. we only have to stay until we’ve finished our food. ❞
starter call        ♡        @luneheir​.
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unsteals-archived · 2 years
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”Does this make you feel like you’re on the right path? Was this worth it?”        ♡        @undecimusor​.
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         ❝ yeth. ❞   or, for those that don’t speak layla with her mouth full, yes. this was, in fact, worth it. she’s never met a problem she couldn’t tackle once she’s had a second to mull it over with hawawshi. if there’s a time constraint on this, then it’s not been made clear - it’s not like the world’s gonna end, right? she sits perched on a desk, feet swinging lazily just an inch above the ground as she finishes off the last few bites. this man, who claims to be a doctor in an unspecified field, is looking for something; an artifact shaped like a blue box, apparently, which is a new one for her. he doesn’t know what time period it would have been from, when it would have been found, if it’s been found... she’s really not got a lot to go off of. but that’s never stopped her before.    ❝ ... i think i have an idea. ❞
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         ❝ so, how exactly do people find you?  if they need you. ❞   layla hasn’t been very far inside this world of heroes before. being married to one helps but her life with marc feels very different from the things she’s seen in the news over the last decade. 
starter call        ♡        @nightmdic​.    
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unsteals-archived · 2 years
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         layla gently lifts the golden collar from its case.  she’s listening for the sound of any alarms she might have overlooked, but it seems to be silent in the penthouse. she breathes a sigh of relief and eases the artifact into a little velvet purse for its own protection before it’s shoved into her bag. she quickly reaches to shut the case, without breaking the glass, and then she’s turning to find an exit. she needs to be out of here before richard arwell  or any of his fancy friends  shows back up for yet another night of wild partying. 
promised starter        ♡        @dereiserne​.  
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unsteals-archived · 2 years
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         ❝ i’ve had enough gods to last me a lifetime. ❞   between khonshu and ammit,  and all the rest of them,  layla is balancing enough deities. she might not even completely believe him - after all, she’s never been able to see khonshu with her own eyes, so why should she see this norse one? if he’s here about the sky shifting, he’s gonna have to go somewhere else for answers, because she barely understands herself.
starter call​        ♡        @godoutcast​.
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unsteals-archived · 2 years
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Marc sits across from her. Everything is over. Harrow is defeated, Ammit is locked away again. He's not dead. But now he's told Steven the truth he thinks he can tell her. "You asked...what happened that made me lose control over everything. It...uh, my Mom died. About two months before you found us again. I thought I'd be fine with it. Y'know, she and I weren't ever gonna be close again. But..." He trails off, tears trailing down his cheeks. Nope, he isn't ready to dig that deep into it. But he can mention it. It's a start.        ♡        @giftshopped​.
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         their situation is complicated.  layla is a forgiving person, but it’s still taken her some time to forgive marc for what he kept from her. she is learning to trust him again  ( feeling that she can still trust steven helps )  and clearly he’s learning to trust her too, in a different way this time. he’s trusting her with something real. she doesn’t want to downplay how important that is, but she also doesn’t want to overwhelm him, so she listens in silence and does her best not to ask any questions. she leans forward when she hears his voice breaking, his words fading into pained silence, and she takes his hands.  she’s good at this part.  her fingers brush over his skin.   ❝ marc, i’m... sorry. ❞   she wants to know so much more but this is him, finally being vulnerable. she can be patient if he’s really ready to take these steps.
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unsteals-archived · 2 years
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" can you move? "        ♡        @healingsorcery​.
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   can you move?  that’s a really good question that layla is incapable of answering for at least a couple of minutes. it hadn’t been the longest fall and the pain isn’t as bad as she had been expecting but the fear... that’s pretty rough. falling has always been scary to her. there are some childhood memories  ( and hospital trips )  associated with that fear, and even as an adult she can’t shake it. it twists her stomach in knots when she’s climbing, when she’s driving over a bridge, and when she’s riding roller coasters. not that she doesn’t love the adrenaline rush that kind of sensation brings. she shouldn’t love it, not nearly as much as she does, and it’s going to get her killed someday. just not today, thankfully.   ❝ yes... yes, i can move. ❞
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         ❝ thank you for helping me with this. ❞   layla shuts the car door. that’s the last of her boxes from the old place. her old place, his old place, their old place. she doesn’t like calling it that but she’d better get used to it.  she doesn’t live here anymore.  this part of her life is over. mercy’s friendship is the biggest support she could ask for now.   ❝ i was thinking i would put his things into storage. ❞
starter call        ♡        @mehrcedita​.
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☕️        ♡        @mehrcedita​.
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        ❝ what?  oh, thanks. ❞   layla keeps her eyes on the road but she accepts the offered thermos from mercy. it’s open, another thoughtful thing, so she can drink straight from it without issue. straight, strong coffee - it’ll keep her awake, but that’s not accounting for taste. their jeep bumps over rough terrain and she makes a face at the slosh of the hot beverage. 
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“ you need to get out of here! go! i’ll buy you some more time! “        ♡        @stevenwifav​.
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         they both need to get out of here.  layla has no intentions of abandoning steven to harrow and his followers, especially with the marc situation being as complicated as it is right now. this time she really is the strong one, like she’s always tried so hard to present herself as - she’s damn well going to  live up  to it. she reaches to grab his wrist before he can do anything impulsive.   ❝ i’m not going anywhere without you, ❞   she insists. that’s not how she operates.   ❝ come on. come on, steven! ❞
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         there’s no time to cry;  she needs to run, run for her life and for the lives of so many people. it doesn’t even matter that marc never told her about her father’s murder because now he’s dead too. she keeps replaying the image of his body splashing back into the water. harrow hadn’t seen her hidden behind that pillar, hands clasped over her mouth to silence her own sobbing - and he hadn’t expected her to spring out, snatch ammit’s ushabti, and take off running. the statuette is clutched in her hand. she doesn’t know what she’s going to do with it. she doesn’t know how she’s going to escape ammit’s tomb and harrow’s followers. she doesn’t know how she’s going to leave the desert.
         when she skids around the next corner, she’s taken aback by what she sees. sitting there, blocking the way, is a familiar sight. four walls, rich blue paint, and a sign that promises help. shaking fingers fumble beneath her jacket and her shirt, withdrawing a chain from which dangles a key.  did he come for her? did he know she was here, in danger?  it doesn’t matter. getting the key in the lock proves difficult. she’s frantic and fully sobbing, the tears blurring her vision, and her fingers won’t stop shaking, fuck! but then something clicks, she turns the key, and she pushes inside - nearly collapses inside. only when the door is shut behind her and she’s on the floor does she let herself believe that maybe she’s safe. 
promised starter        ♡        @undecimusor​.
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         ❝ i don’t know...  i’ve never seen anything like it before. ❞   layla turns the bracelet over in her hand. it’s a golden cuff, elaborately decorated but clearly missing something - there’s an empty bezel setting that should hold a stone of some kind. the motifs surrounding it are unfamiliar. if it were egyptian, she might expect reeds or lotus flowers; she’s not sure exactly what kinds of blossoms are engraved into this piece.   ❝ where did you say you found it? ❞
starter call        ♡        @soulstcne​.
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         ❝ i want to find this temple as much as you do. ❞   though layla can’t even begin to understand his reasons. it makes plenty of sense for an archaeologist to be on the hunt for one of khonshu’s temples; it doesn’t make the same amount of sense for a mercenary. there’s not going to be any great treasure there  ( as long as you’re the type to count gold and trinkets as treasure )  because it’ll have been stripped bare centuries ago. layla’s search is one for information.   ❝ and you need an egyptologist. so stop running off alone. ❞
starter call        ♡        @mnkngt​.
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         ❝ you need to let me walk out of here. ❞   she doesn’t want to hurt anyone, and she doesn’t want to get hurt either. it’s not like she enjoys that  ( as much as she does the danger anyways ). but the golden object clutched to her chest by one hand is too precious to give up without a fight.   ❝ i’m trying to save you. all of you. ❞
starter call        ♡        @cptncarter​.
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" are you going to tell me what happened to you tonight? "        ♡        @dcremcrs​.
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❝ no. ❞   it has nothing to do with silas personally. it isn’t even because he bears the face of a man that’s caused her so much pain. she’s past that now, as much as she can be. layla is grateful for his presence and his assistance; the bandages wrapped tightly around her waist are probably life saving. but she’s not going to talk about  what happened to her  with him. she’ll bury it among other memories she’d rather not have, and she’ll move on. tonight will be nothing more than a bad dream in a few years.   ❝ are you going to tell me how you found me? ❞
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@sontse​ sent :  “ close your eyes, you don’t need to see this. ”
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   ❝ no, alina. ❞   she has no intention of shutting her eyes and leaving the summoner to do this alone. not that she’ll be alone, physically, but it’ll feel like it, symbolically. layla has fought at her side through this  ( not that it’s been easy  convincing her  to allow that )  and she’s going to be here for every terrifying, illuminated instance. she has a pretty good idea of what alina’s going to do next. she won’t look directly into sunlight but she won’t turn away either. she steps close to the other’s side, a hand reaching to touch her shoulder gently.   ❝ we’ll finish this together. ❞
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