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[skylessknights]

Damn your love, Damn your lies by skylessnights

“Please, ignore him,” Arthur implored, waving his hands dismissively. “He behaves like a two year old with a temper-tantrum when he does not get his way. Perhaps that is why he was banished.”

Liar! Khonshu shouted, his commanding voice rattling the shelves that had been placed upright.

Steven glanced at the angry god, who lingered in the corner of the room, his shadow lurking across the walls. “D-Do you know him? Khonshu?”

“Once.” Arthur answered, his gaze lowered to his bowl of soup. “I was his former avatar.”

OR: Steven finds himself in the presence of Arthur Harrow once again after being kidnapped by two mysterious cops. But he soon discovers that Marc and Khonshu have met this stranger before — a deeper connection keeping them all tethered together…

[skylessknights]

I remember that night, I remember every night by skylessnights

Arthur did not say a word as he continued down the steps, his eyes still lingering on the arrogant god. Finally, his sandals met the cold surface of the landing as he planted himself firmly against the edge of the stairs; he dare not go any closer.

“Nothing to say, hm?” Khonshu queried, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Even after all these years you still remain ever so silent when you are afeard—”

“Silence, old bird!” Arthur demanded, his fingers clenched into a fist, his nails digging into his palm.

Khonshu chuckled deeply. “Finally,” he breathed out. “I was beginning to grow tired of your good Samaritan facade.”

OR: After using his powers to manipulate the stars in the sky, the gods press down on their warning and imprison Khonshu in the Great Pyramid of Giza. But before he is turned into stone, he is soon visited by the one who he least expected…

[skylessknights]

The Hall of Two Truths by skylessnights

Soon, Steven felt his back pressed against the cold surface of one of the pillars, his breath trapped deep within his chest, his eyes closed shut. Fuck, he thought. There was no escaping now. He could feel the presence of the stranger drawing ever closer, the heat of his breath lingering against his cheek. He clutched the strap of his bag tightly, waiting for the inevitable.

“Maddening, is it not?” The stranger began, his voice low; graceful. “Living each day without a purpose. Delving into new notions of life and still remaining hungry — unsatisfied.”

Steven opened his eyes, his gaze focused on the peculiar man, his words touching a part of him that no one really understood.

OR: After the events that followed in the Alps, Steven awakens two days later back in London with no idea how he got there. He thinks everything he witnessed was just a dream; a nightmare of some sorts. But when he sees the man with the tattooed scales on his arm tailing his every movement, he realises that what he saw in the Alps was no dream and that he truly was in danger…