The moon haunts you! 🌙

EST. 2018 | 18+ Content | 12+ Years Experience | NSFW, Gore & Dark Themes | AU Verses/Canon Divergent | Literate | Beloved By Jo | Muɴ 27 | Multi Muse & Ship | Hate Free Zone | LGBT Friendly | Layout credit to @silverklaus DO NOT STEAL

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦

𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦

𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦

𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦

𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯

Literate Multi Muse | 21+ | NSFW, Gore & Dark Themes | AU & LGBT Friendly | OC Selective | Semi Canon Divergent | Multi Fandom | EST. 2018 | Minors DNI | Side Blog To @multifandomxdisaster

Beloved By Jo (She/They)

Muses | Rules | Links | Linktree | Google Docs | AO3 | Pinterest

Layout credit to @silverklaus DO NOT STEAL

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

The Devil of Hells Kitchen was a force to be reckoned with.

Whispers and sightings had been seen throughout the city of a dangerous group lurking in the city– Seeking retribution, others to join their cause.. And that sounded like one thing in particular the vigilante was familiar with; The Hand. They hadn't caused trouble since Midland Circle, they'd taken care of it– Why now, why again?

For several nights he had just hidden in the shadows; listening, watching.. Tracking. Collecting information, memorizing heartbeats, movements. It was nothing he was used to before. This was.. Different. When he finally began to strike, it was from the shadows of the darkness.

They seemed like normal people.. Maybe they'd just gotten caught in something dark– Something wrong. He could hear an unfamiliar heartbeat lurking nearby, spectating. If he came any closer.. He could be dealt with.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

His heart briefly beats a little faster at the question, expression blanking a moment. He surely didn't know.. right? "Really– Favorite, huh?" He tries hard to hide a smile, lips pressed together tightly, but the faint pink hue to his cheeks betrays him. Luckily, jake isn't particularly looking at him he hopes. "Vigilantes do more for this city than the cops do, if you ask me.. But don't quote me on that." He chuckles.

At him asking about Frank, he blinks in surprise at the question. "I.. Yeah, I did." He says, rubbing the back of his neck. "What about it?" He raises an eyebrow. "One of the few cases ive lost- Granted, that was due to Castles uncooperativeness by sabatoging his own case.. but I digress."

[khonshus-favorite-son]

Well, yeah! Who doesn't like Daredevil! [Jake laughs, looking over at Matt. He's smiling again, a warm blush spreading over his freckled cheeks. Jake isn't exactly sure why Matt reacted this way, maybe he's just another Daredevil fan. Jake couldn't blame him. Whatever it was, Jake was glad. He liked seeing Matt happy.]

[But then again, something about that smirk. It was so familiar...]

Oh, no! [Jake smiles, embarrassed] I didn't mean to insult you. I just- ya know- wanted to know what you thought of some of the other heros. [He chuckles] The cities certainly full of 'em

[Jake holds open the door of the diner for Matt. A woman behind the 50s style counter immediately notices, walking over with excitement]

Jake honey! Good to see you! [She pats him on the arm proudly] Did you finally get that apartment dear? Its been so good to have you back in town!

[Gena turns towards Matt now, a warm smile on her lips, glancing back over at Jake knowingly] Oh, and who might this be?

[Jake blushes, absolutely beaming at his most trusted companion] Hola, Gena. Es maravilloso verte. This is my friend Matt

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Frank Castle isn't a hero, he's a killer. Spiderman on the other hand.. he's a good guy." He waves off the concern. "Frank sabotaged himself, there was nothing I could've done by that point." He shakes his head. "I could name a few people that don't like Daredevil." He snorts softly. "They keep the streets safe for the people, as much as they can."

He gives an almost timid wave when he's addressed, chuckling softly. "You may know me from my law firm, Murdock Nelson and Page." He offers a warm smile. They'd rebranded, like they'd always wanted to when he finally came back from living in the shadows.

"Trying to keep your friend here out of trouble." He smirks a little, unable to help himself from teasing him a little. He found himself leaning against the other slightly, Alfred wave of dizziness suddenly washing over him.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

Oh sweetheart it's good to meet you! Come- sit wherever you want I'll grab some menu's. [Gena hurries off to the backroom, pink apron tails flowing behind her]

[Jake blushes at Matt's comment, feeling him leaning against him. Jake offers out an arm for the other to take, whispering at him calmly as he starts walking towards the booth] You feelin' alright, Mr. Murdock? Keepin' me out of trouble must be more exhausting than I thought

[Gena returns with the menus once they're seated, sliding a braille copy infront of Matt where he can reach it. She pulls a small notepad from her pocket] What sounds good honey? Jake I'll put you down for the usual [she scribbles down and order of pancakes, leaning over towards Jake to whisper excitedly, just out of what she thinks is Matt's earshot]

[She shoots a knowing look towards Matt] Jake dear, is this that boy you keep talkin' about?

Wha- nonono- Gena- [Jake whispers back, face immediately going red]

Ok ok, just checking. [Gena leans away with a smirk, addressing the whole table] So Matt sweetheart, what sounds good? And how'd you run into Jake here [she laughs]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Work late nights at the office a lot. Please, call me Matt." He chuckles. It technically wasn't a lie.. plus, he didn't remember if he'd even eaten before passing out when he got home. He grunts as he sits down across from him, setting his cane down behind himself in the booth. He's pleasantly surprised when he's handed a braille menu, and he can't help the timid smile on his expression.

His fingers delicately slide over the braille on the menu, humming in thought. He couod hear Jake's heart pounding in his chest at the question, the heat of a blush on his cheeks.. cute. "Running late to work this morning– Decided to walk instead, no time waiting for a cab. He decided to offer me a ride, only to find out he's one of my newest clients." He chuckles. But he doesn't elaborate further– Legal confidentiality and such.

"Black coffee sounds good to me. Blueberry pancakes, side of hash browns and sunny side eggs if you don't mind." He offers a grateful smile.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

Not a problem at all, dear. [Gena writes down Matt's order with a smile, turning towards Jake with a hint of sass in her tone. She raises an eyebrow] ... Not getting into trouble now, are we?

No Gena, that's impossible. [Jake chuckles, glancing towards Matt as his heart skips a beat] Not with him here.

[Gena bites her lip excitedly, clicking her pen closed. She'll be asking Jake for the details later.] I'll get started on this. Sit tight you two.

[Jake watches her go with a smile- be it a little embarrassed- before turning back to man across from him. Jake had noticed something a little off, since this morning. The way Matt always seemed to wince when sitting and standing, almost like he was recovering from an injury]

You seem a little stiff, Matt. You alright? [Jake smiles, looking out the window and rolling his shoulder again. It wasn't like he doing much better, to be fair]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

Matt can't help but stifle a laugh at that, lips pressed together tightly, barely hiding the smile there. "Thank you." At being blatantly called out suddenly by the other, his cheeks tinge slightly pink. "Ah– Yeah. Just a little.. sore, is all. I do yoga at home, I like to stay in shape, somewhat. Might've pulled something, maybe slept wrong." He offers up as an excuse.

Shit. Was it that obvious? He needed to pull it together. "You didn't have to go to all this trouble, you kow– After all, I'm kind of just your lawyer." He chuckles. "Most clients don't go to great lengths, especially when we haven't even made it to court yet." He teases with a smirk, unable to help himself. "Are you just a cab driver, then? Seems like an easy enough job to maintain."

[khonshus-favorite-son]

[Jake looks back over at him quickly when Matt starts making excuses. He didn't think Jake was being insincere with everything, did he? Just because Matt had something to offer him?]

No- Matt- I wanted to. [He smiles, face growing warm as he glances over at the salt and pepper shakers sheepishly] You seemed like you were having a bit of a day. I thought I could've made it better for ya. That's all.

Oh yeah, I love my job! [Jake beams, genuine pride filling in his chest] I get to help the community. Every single day. That's why I love it. And I meet so many good people, including charming lawyers. [He smirks] Everybody has their own story to tell.

Yoga, huh? [Jake shifts forward a little, leaning into his shoulder wrong causing him to wince] Yeah I uh- I box. Sometimes, with a small group of friends. Kinda messed up my arm the other day [Jake chuckles, the quick lie not being completely untrue. He did box almost every night, with unsuspecting criminals that it.]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Having more of those than I wish to have." He chuckles tiredly. He was still recovering from his standoff with Bullseye a few months prior, the scars still new and healing. They still ached, and it would take time to recover mentally after everything too.

The teasing earns him a bashful smile, matt ducking his head slightly. "What do I owe you? I was in such a rush I totally skimped on you this morning." He raises an eyebrow, smiling softly. "Boxing, huh? Are you into any martial arts to go with it?"

He was curious, was all. He's glad the glasses hide the sadness behind his eyes. "How long have you been in Hell's Kitchen?" He'd think he would've remembered someone like him, but it was a big city.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

Forget 'bout it. You don't owe me anything. [Jake smiles, knowing Matt's money truly couldn't be worth less to him] Good company is always enough

Other martial arts? [Jake falters for a moment, deciding how much he really should be sharing. Between the Marine special forces and his merc years, there wasn't a lot of fights Jake felt uncomfortable running into. All skills that served him well, but would most likely scare off a normal, yoga doing civilian.]

Um- well, [he chuckles] maybe I should pick somethin' else up too. Not sure I'd be very good at it though [he laughs]

Like, recently? [Jake smirks] ehh, a couple weeks. I just moved back from livin' abroad, but I've been in various parts of the city since I was eighteen- Includin' the Kitchen. [He glances out the window, suddenly flooded with memories of his very first visit to the city. Oh, how beautiful it was. Jake would give almost anything to go back and experience it all over again from scratch. All the places he'd been, the people he'd met. They mean more to him than anything]

... I knew the moment I saw it though. This was my home.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckles. "My dad was.. a well known boxer in Hell's Kitchen. He never wanted me to fight, but some things don't work out." Even as a small child living at the church, hed get into fights often. "I'm fighting in my own way now, I guess. Even now.. It's still a good place to get some exercise in. Used to do fights down at Fogwells, but most just use it as a personal gym now more than anything."

He hummed in thought. "I grew up here– Don't get out of the city much. I've been out of state on a couple special occasions, but that's about it." He chuckles. "Went to undergraduate and law school at Columbia University, and that's when I met foggy." He wasn't usually quote this chatty with people he'd just met, but. "The city can be rough around the edges.. but it's home."

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Don't worry about me– I was already awake." He mumbles, eyes barely managing to stay open. He was sat on the floor, shirt tossed somewhere else- Gotten too hot. His skin glistened with cold sweat, messy curls falling against his forehead. He was exhausted.

[whoisstevengrant]

“Awake for how long?” Steven asked, picking up Marc’s shirt and other clothes that was laying around the floor. An exasperated sigh left his lips, making his way to place the armful of clothes he picked up over to the hamper. “Just what did you do the whole night?”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He dragged a hand down his face exhaustedly, weary eyes moving to look up at Steven. "I.. Don't know." He answers honestly, almost timidly. "Couldn't sleep." He mumbles. He'd tossed and turned practically the whole night, paced around the apartment until he was exhausted.

[whoisstevengrant]

Dusting his hand the moment the soiled shirts were placed in the hamper, Steven turns to face Marc. “Hmm. Looks like it.” He then moves towards the bed, taking a seat at where the other’s feet would be. “Seems like you’ve got a lot in mind. Do you… wanna talk about it?” Not sure that Marc would even be in the mood or state to want ti share things with him… but hey! Reaching an olive branch or something of that kind.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Didn't get enough of me when you were in my head still?" He jokes weakly. "I don't.." he was quiet a moment, inhaling a breath, "I don't know how much it'll even help." His voice is quiet. "You deserve to have your own life without me holding you back Steven." And he felt like he was being selfish.

[whoisstevengrant]

The joke didn’t really… well yes. It was a very weak joke and Steven couldn’t help but give Marc’s foot a pat. For trying.

“You? Holding me back?” He lets out a small chuckle, head slightly shaking. “I mean, you messed up a little of both of our lives, sure,” He shrugs a shoulder. “But we both made it work. Before all these.” Gesturing to their now separated forms.

Smiling softly, staring at the patterns on the sheets. “Sometimes makes me muss you and your useless rambling in my head.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He fidgeted with the small artifact that he kept around his neck, biting the inside of his cheek. "Believe me.. I didn't enjoy doing it. If any of us deserved to be happy, it's you." And hed done everything he could back then to not make his presence known, even if it meant being like that. "I just.." He looks away. "It feels selfish how many times I've... Wanted to put it back together." Them. He wasn't good at talking about his feelings.

[whoisstevengrant]

Slowly, he looks back up to Marc’s face. His words made him reminisce their misadventures. Knowing the man, Steven can tell it took him so much effort to just utter those words. Even if most of it wasn’t the actual words he wanted to say.

“I mean, I’m having the best time of my life, thank you for asking.” Then, his voice softens gently. “But I don’t mind having to share bodies and headspace again. Actually researched ways to…” he made vague gestures.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckles tiredly. "You deserve every bit of it." He murmured softly. "I just.. I don't know. Things have been– Slow, Laylas busy doing her own avatar stuff and it just doesn't.. Feel– Right. We shouldn't be separated all the time like this, at least not like.." Their living situations being different.

[whoisstevengrant]

Listening, Steven’s head slowly nods along before he took a breath and sighed loudly. “The first few months really were hard. For me. It wasn’t easy and you clearly had been doing a great job taking care of me—and ourselves back then.” Makes him amazed that Marc was able to live through life with him and even made sure he didn’t know about their previous occupation. “Actually makes me selfish to think that I’d like to live life back the way it was. With you two.” A saddened smile on his lips as he paused, remembering just how fun and… warm it was back then. “So, I think you’re not wrong to feel just as selfish to get back together. Also glad that you and Layla are at least talking despite everything.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"You should've told me." He muttered softly, looking up at him. He would've never minded if Steven had wanted to stay with him, in regards to their home. "Watching you be happy.. It was like watching something I felt I could never have." But deserved. Or maybe he didn't, for all the harm he's caused. "I sure as hell don't deserve it.. Part of me wishes I could be out there with her, even after everything." It was all he'd known, since Khonshu had found him. "..You're too far away all the time anymore." He shocked them both, with how much he was willing to admit.

[whoisstevengrant]

Hearing Marc’s unfiltered words being revealed so easily had Steven sighing softly. The man can’t really just be more honest with him and himself. “And far do you want either of us around you?” Asking just to make sure. He had also missed their closeness. This kind of closeness.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I just.. I don't know. I don't want to take away from everything you've worked so hard for." For them. Marc used to be the one making them all the money. And while he still made enough for himself, he often found himself wondering if he was still needed.

[whoisstevengrant]

“You’re not taking away anything from me, I can tell you that.” Steven replied easily, smirking and feeling smug and proud about his achievements. “I’m actually glad I can help all of us easily with whatever we need— what you need. I know how demanding that old bird is.” A frown and sour expression appeared on his face at the mention of Khonshu. He still wasn’t a fan of him. Yet. “So, really, Marc. You aren’t taking anything from me. I’m doing things for us.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

That damn smirk would be the death of him. He couldn't help but chuckle quietly at the sour look on his face. "I know you don't like him, and the feelings mutual.. But we wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Khonshu finding me that night." But Steven knew that already, after they'd gone through their shared memories.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven lets out a long sigh, nodding. “Yeah, yeah. Without him I wouldn’t have been Mr. Knight.” He almost said it so mournfully. And as much as he doesn’t get much action from being a vigilante, working to help both Marc and Jake was… rewarding.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckled. "Here I thought you couldn't get away from that quick enough." But knowing what an Egyptian.. fanatic Steven was, he supposed he shouldn't be surprised that he missed it too. He often wondered if Khonshu had already found another.

[whoisstevengrant]

“A man’s gotta have some thrill and action some times in his life!” He protested, pouting. Sure, he has missed fighting bad guys, roaming to Egypt and the likes… but now, he can do that and more! Just… probably less on the fighting but still. “Has that old bird been mean to you lately? He can be mean to me sometimes…”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Don't let him get to you." He couldn't help but chuckle at the pout. "For someone with no training prior, you did a lot better than most." He had admittedly been impressed as time went on in his travels, despite the fuck ups along the way.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven hums. “Guess it was also thanks to your body. You know, body memory and things like that. Probably why it was easy.” He had read that in a book and along his research too. So it was able to make sense. “Besides, I’m training to be much better now, so, yeaah.” He nodded his head, a little shy to reveal t Marc about what he does in his free time.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"You'll have to show me." He hadn't certainly piqued his interest now, and it wasn't exactly a challenge when he took down bad guys. He hadn't had anyone to actually spar with in a long time. "I'm not sure that's how it works in our specific situation.." it would certainly help him sleep easier at night, knowing he could properly defend himself.

[whoisstevengrant]

“I think it kind of did. Some way.” He reputed, shrugging his shoulders. At the offer to how what he’s got, Steven stares at Marc, a little surprised. “I don’t… well, I’m not sure I can do well against you. Maybe.” He hasn’t tried. Most of his training has been some sort of self defense.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I was in the military for years and trained professionally, Steven. I don't think that's a fair comparison." He said pointedly. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, swallowing back a yawn. He was still utterly drained, and it was beginning to show.

[whoisstevengrant]

Again, he shrugs. “And in some soft of body muscle-memory, I was able to do little or some ways of fighting style too.” Because he did pretty well against the followers of Ammit. Once he has seen him yawn, Steven softly sighed and smirked. “Sleepy already? Well, you can go ahead. I’ll be around when you wake up.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Didn't really sleep much to begin with." He said tiredly, dragging a hand down his face. "Wouldn't want to waste your trip out here by falling asleep on ya." He gives a tired chuckle. "Maybe I could teach you something sometime– I know you don't have those memories. Hell, I don't entirely have all of them."

[whoisstevengrant]

“I can help you clean up around.” As if to emphasize the mess he’d clean, he looks around. “My visit isn’t going to be a waste. It’ll be a waste if you didn’t get enough rest.” He huffed, getting up and forcing Marc to lay down. “You need it. You can teach me when you’re well rested.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He grunts as he's pushed to lay down, staring up at him with tired eyes. "Sleep hasn't been either of our particular areas of expertise over the years.." he pauses a moment, feeling mischievous before he yanks him down as he pushed down himself.

[whoisstevengrant]

Giving him the stink-eye, Steven sighed. “Only because you make me sleep when you need the body.” Which was true and has have happened before all this magic body separation thing happened. Just as he caught the glimpse of that mischievous look on Marc’s eyes, he already found himself falling forward and falling on Marc. A grunt of pain from the impact, Steven groans as he pushed himself up. “Are you tryna hurt us both?” Hissing through his teeth.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"At least one of us was making sure you were getting the rest you needed." Clearly, Steven's presence was already helping his mood, despite the exhaustion he still felt. "Hm.." He hadn't expected him to fall down so hard, that was his bad. Tired brown eyes stared up at him, soft despite the circumstances.

[whoisstevengrant]

Eyes rolling fondly, Steven couldn’t help but let a chuckle and a scoff to leave his lips. “‘Least one of us has to take care of the other.” He countered, watching Marc falling asleep. Once his eyes were finally shut, he sighed in relief and stayed seated in his spot for a few more minutes before he heads to the kitchen. He’ll need to feed them both for dinner when Marc wakes up.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He fought it off until his body finally gave up, his body going limp on the couch, legs rested on Steven's lap. He was so exhausted he didn't hear him even get up. He ended up with his face buried in his arms, back facing the TV as he curled up as much as was physically possible on the couch.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I said I'm not interested in any company right now, go away." He grumbled, staring out at the view from where he sat on the floor of the room, half empty bottle in hand. "Shut the door on your way out."

[whoisstevengrant]

The room stunk of liquor and Marc’s few days old unwashed laundry that caused Steven to scrunch up his noise from the smell. Doing the exact opposite of what the other tells him to do, making his way towards him, Steven scoffed. “Could ask nicely next time, you know.” A long sigh left his lips the moment he got closer and saw several empty bottles littered by the man’s side. “How long have you holed yourself here?”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He averted his gaze at the question, swallowing thickly; dark curls falling around his eyes, lips pressed into a thin line. "Does it really matter?" He muttered. They were all signs that Marc was getting bad again, wasn't sleeping well. He sighed heavily, wrapping his arms around himself tightly. He'd barely left the apartment for the last several days, couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten either.

[whoisstevengrant]

Evading the question, just like he knew Marc would do, Steven sighed once more before reaching to help the man up to stand. “It really matters when you and the place looks like this, Marc.” He then placed him on the bed before he moves to pick up all the empty bottles. The smell made him recoil back before he lets out a disgusted noise. “And you need a bath. Plus the place needs cleaning.” Ugh. He needs to call house keeping. The whole place was a mess!

Turning to face the other, he gives him a soft look before a hand was placed on his shoulder. “Wanna talk about it after bath? You need one. Now.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A noise of surprise left the back of his throat when Steven suddenly and literally moved him onto the bed, blinking in surprise. He sighed heavily, dragging a hand through his messy curls. The hand on his shoulder makes him entire body relax, hazel eyes looking up tiredly. "What, you gonna throw me in the bath too?" He snorts, words half hearted if anything. Being separated at the beginning has been.. nice, but without the protection of both of them in his headspace, it had him struggling. Badly.

[whoisstevengrant]

Having his own solid and personal body outside to actually interact and talk to people, doing his own thing without being interrupted was… nice. Hence why he now has have gotten quite the hefty cash in their wallets and an enterprise to his name.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He replies, pulling out his phone to text his secretary to send in house-keeping to Marc’s address. “Now, should I carry you to the baths or you’re going to walk yourself there?” Steven asked, squeezing his shoulder.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Steven!" A strangled sound escaped the back of his throat. The response he gets catches him off guard, feeling the warmth flood to his cheeks unexpectedly. He grumbled, eyes fixated on the floor at the question. He didn't want to do anything, if he was completely honest with himself. His lips were pressed together tightly, arms hugged around himself.

[whoisstevengrant]

When he got no response and saw Marc hugging himself, Steven couldn’t help but feel bad at his earlier comments. A slight furrow in his brows, he slowly sat down beside Marc. “How about we head over to my place? I had my secretary call house-keeping to clean this place up—hope you don’t mind.” A small smile on his face. “I can show you what I’ve been up to lately.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He was flustered, but he also just felt terrible at the moment. Usually at least one of them was here with him, and he felt.. lonely. He felt like he was the one falling behind now. As much as he'd hate to admit it– A fucked up part of him missed being moon knight. "It's not that bad."

[whoisstevengrant]

A frown and scrunched up look appeared at Marc’s words. “Hmn. I’d beg to differ. You smell spoiled and salty. We can head to my place and enjoy the sauna. Then, you can tell me all about what’s eating you up.” He removes his suit, placing it over Marc as he slowly guides him to stand back up. “We can then also have lunch and dinner together— or brunch. I think you haven’t had breakfast, from the look of it. So, brunch and dinner.” Already listing the things they’d do on their way out the door.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Salty?" He snorts, shaking his head. He was unsteady on his feet as he's made to stand, exhaling a slow breath. At the mention of food, his body betrayed him and growled loudly. "I don't have yours or Jake's protection anymore." He mumbled. At least, not in the way they had protected him from himself. It had been worse on his psyche since their separation– Both mentally and physically.

[whoisstevengrant]

“Yes, salty. And not the ocean kind of salty scent.” Steven walks them both to the door. Still walking and helping anchor Marc on his side. At his words, he glances at him and gave him a soft smile. “And we’d be happy to be back together with you too.” He said with the outmost honesty. “Which is why I’ve been busy finding reason for our current situation and researching ways to get back.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He sighed. "I just.. I don't see a reason we have to be separated this much." He mutters, gesturing vaguely around the room. The way they lived separately too. More times than hed care to admit had he woken up, wishing Steven was there with him. Separation aside– They should've at least been in one another's vicinity.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven looks back to the inside of Marc’s apartment, slowly frowning and closing the door behind them as they walked out the hallway. “Well, for one, three of us in one little space wouldn’t be enough. We’d have to move. Probably my place is better.” He stated things of how big his land and home was— enough for all three of them before they reached his car.

“I’ve even got us a mooncopter. Still learning to drive it, but I’m sure you’ll easily be able to.” He mused as he ushered Marc in first and slipped inside too. Once the door closed, he signaled his chauffeur to drive back home.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"..You have a what now?" A scoff of disbelief escapes him at Steven's words, suddenly turning to look at him. "I used to fly in the military– I was a pilot and aviator." He might not could drive a car– But he could drive that. "What else have you been hiding from me, huh?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

[whoisstevengrant]

He can’t help but roll his eyes at the teasing accusation. “Not really hiding. We going to surprise you both. But well, I just am too excited to share to you I guess.” Steven smirked as he then continued to share. “Well, I’ve also got us Angelwing— secondary air vehicle. Also, had us the limo. Jake drives it sometimes.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

God. "Just full of surprises today, aren't you?" He shakes his head, completely flabbergasted. "What exactly do we need aircrafts for, though?" He looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He supposed it could be useful to avoid paying for flights all the time, if nothing else.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven looks at Marc like there could be only one reason for a personal aeroplane. “So we don’t have to get cancelled flights, Marc. And, It’s very silent too so, no noise— surprising enemies when you drop down.” As if it was the normal reason to have. “And, well, I’ve also prepared many things for us when time will come.” He nodded to himself, not really letting the other know of his so called ‘many things’. Mostly for legal stuff. So Marc’s not gonna be interested in that stuff.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Thought I was supposed to be the one planning for any and all scenarios." Maybe he had decidedly rubbed off on Steven during their time together. He seemed to be in a slightly lighter mood, being out of the cave he had called an apartment. They all had their bad days, after all- But he was used to his being taken out on bad people.

[whoisstevengrant]

Looking all smug, Steven smirked and huffed. “I’ve learned to be prepared for the worst. Especially in our line of work.” He said as if he was and works just like the other two were. “So now, we have nothing to worry.” He nodded as the scenery outside the vehicle changed from the cluster city view to a more forest-like; in Long Island.

Up ahead, the Grant Mansion stood as the car drove to the driveway and parked as Steven got out first.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Nothings stopping you from coming back, you know." He murmured. "If you get bored of all the boring businessman and partying, that is." He smirked. He watched him get out, and god– Hed never felt more out of place than he was in that moment. He was dressed in sweatpants and a black compression tshirt, along with his combat boots.

[whoisstevengrant]

Looking back to see Marc’s reaction, Steven couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s not that grand, Marc. Besides, it’s in your name. Well, I put it in your name— Spector.” He smirked and walked up ahead of the other. “I’ll show you around. But first, we gotta eat.” He said, opening the main door and waited for the other to enter.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Not that grand? The place is huge– I feel like I should be in a suit or something. I think you're severely underestimating how grandeur this is." He'd always lived small, humble; lightly packed, always on the move. But this? It was.. wow. He knew he'd become a millionaire.. but that really cemented it in.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven rolled his eyes. Well, maybe it was a little grand. Still, the inside was bigger than the outside— that’s for sure. “I mean, you could be in a suit if you want. We’re the same size.” He shrugs, making their way to the dining room. “I’ll have to cook something up though. Or reheat if they left something for dinner.” He said as he made his way to the kitchen fridge to check.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Never knew you craved the fancier things in life like this." But he shouldn't be surprised, really. He was happy for him– He deserved it. He became slightly unsteady when they get halfway up the walk way, finding himself suddenly leaning against Steven when a wave of dizziness washes over him, vision blurring in and out.

[whoisstevengrant]

The swaying form of Marc in the corner of his eyes alerted him that something was wrong. He stops in place, feeling the weight of Marc on him as he tries to help him up his feet. “Well, seems fatigue got to you.” He said, walking Marc to the nearest chair to sit. “Water? Or should we get you soup to eat first?” Slowly, Steven begun to fuss.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Just need to sit down a minute-" He couldn't hide it even in the way he spoke, blinking several times as he looked up at Steven. He was slightly out of it, yes- But he'd been in worse shape than this before. His hand reaches out, ending up cupping Steven's cheek, and he has what can only be described as a loopy smile.

[whoisstevengrant]

Marc’s hand on his cheek, looking up at him with such a droopy, sleepy expression had have him sighing. He patted the hand holding his face. “Alright Marc. You need to get something in your stomach or at least get some shut eyes.” Clearly, the other was going to stay being all so clingly and weird. To stop from happening, Steven needed Marc to sleep. “Let’s get you bed.” He said, already helping him back up to walk them upstairs.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He found himself leaning against Steven as he helped him inside, utterly exhausted. Hed barely been getting two hour intervals of sleep at a time as of late. He was in rough shape, but if he could manage sleep for more than two hours, maybe hed be able to function again.

[whoisstevengrant]

Once upstairs and in one the room he’d planned up for Marc to take, Steven slowly placed Marc down on the bed, helping him to lay as gently as possible. “Get as much sleep you need. Then, we can get to all the things we’d need to do after.” He said, already pulling the blankets on him before having to sit by his side. A light pat on his chest as Steven smiled down on him. “Sweet dreams, Marc.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He grunted when he was suddenly helped onto the bed, tired eyes staring up at him. It was clear he was fighting not to fall asleep in the moment, even as the other insisted he get some rest. He couldn't help the way he softens at that smile, inhaling a breath. How was he supposed to explain why he hadn't been sleeping well? Before he had a chance to even think, everything went dark.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Don't worry about me– I was already awake." He mumbles, eyes barely managing to stay open. He was sat on the floor, shirt tossed somewhere else- Gotten too hot. His skin glistened with cold sweat, messy curls falling against his forehead. He was exhausted.

[whoisstevengrant]

“Awake for how long?” Steven asked, picking up Marc’s shirt and other clothes that was laying around the floor. An exasperated sigh left his lips, making his way to place the armful of clothes he picked up over to the hamper. “Just what did you do the whole night?”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He dragged a hand down his face exhaustedly, weary eyes moving to look up at Steven. "I.. Don't know." He answers honestly, almost timidly. "Couldn't sleep." He mumbles. He'd tossed and turned practically the whole night, paced around the apartment until he was exhausted.

[whoisstevengrant]

Dusting his hand the moment the soiled shirts were placed in the hamper, Steven turns to face Marc. “Hmm. Looks like it.” He then moves towards the bed, taking a seat at where the other’s feet would be. “Seems like you’ve got a lot in mind. Do you… wanna talk about it?” Not sure that Marc would even be in the mood or state to want ti share things with him… but hey! Reaching an olive branch or something of that kind.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Didn't get enough of me when you were in my head still?" He jokes weakly. "I don't.." he was quiet a moment, inhaling a breath, "I don't know how much it'll even help." His voice is quiet. "You deserve to have your own life without me holding you back Steven." And he felt like he was being selfish.

[whoisstevengrant]

The joke didn’t really… well yes. It was a very weak joke and Steven couldn’t help but give Marc’s foot a pat. For trying.

“You? Holding me back?” He lets out a small chuckle, head slightly shaking. “I mean, you messed up a little of both of our lives, sure,” He shrugs a shoulder. “But we both made it work. Before all these.” Gesturing to their now separated forms.

Smiling softly, staring at the patterns on the sheets. “Sometimes makes me muss you and your useless rambling in my head.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He fidgeted with the small artifact that he kept around his neck, biting the inside of his cheek. "Believe me.. I didn't enjoy doing it. If any of us deserved to be happy, it's you." And hed done everything he could back then to not make his presence known, even if it meant being like that. "I just.." He looks away. "It feels selfish how many times I've... Wanted to put it back together." Them. He wasn't good at talking about his feelings.

[whoisstevengrant]

Slowly, he looks back up to Marc’s face. His words made him reminisce their misadventures. Knowing the man, Steven can tell it took him so much effort to just utter those words. Even if most of it wasn’t the actual words he wanted to say.

“I mean, I’m having the best time of my life, thank you for asking.” Then, his voice softens gently. “But I don’t mind having to share bodies and headspace again. Actually researched ways to…” he made vague gestures.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckles tiredly. "You deserve every bit of it." He murmured softly. "I just.. I don't know. Things have been– Slow, Laylas busy doing her own avatar stuff and it just doesn't.. Feel– Right. We shouldn't be separated all the time like this, at least not like.." Their living situations being different.

[whoisstevengrant]

Listening, Steven’s head slowly nods along before he took a breath and sighed loudly. “The first few months really were hard. For me. It wasn’t easy and you clearly had been doing a great job taking care of me—and ourselves back then.” Makes him amazed that Marc was able to live through life with him and even made sure he didn’t know about their previous occupation. “Actually makes me selfish to think that I’d like to live life back the way it was. With you two.” A saddened smile on his lips as he paused, remembering just how fun and… warm it was back then. “So, I think you’re not wrong to feel just as selfish to get back together. Also glad that you and Layla are at least talking despite everything.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"You should've told me." He muttered softly, looking up at him. He would've never minded if Steven had wanted to stay with him, in regards to their home. "Watching you be happy.. It was like watching something I felt I could never have." But deserved. Or maybe he didn't, for all the harm he's caused. "I sure as hell don't deserve it.. Part of me wishes I could be out there with her, even after everything." It was all he'd known, since Khonshu had found him. "..You're too far away all the time anymore." He shocked them both, with how much he was willing to admit.

[whoisstevengrant]

Hearing Marc’s unfiltered words being revealed so easily had Steven sighing softly. The man can’t really just be more honest with him and himself. “And far do you want either of us around you?” Asking just to make sure. He had also missed their closeness. This kind of closeness.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I just.. I don't know. I don't want to take away from everything you've worked so hard for." For them. Marc used to be the one making them all the money. And while he still made enough for himself, he often found himself wondering if he was still needed.

[whoisstevengrant]

“You’re not taking away anything from me, I can tell you that.” Steven replied easily, smirking and feeling smug and proud about his achievements. “I’m actually glad I can help all of us easily with whatever we need— what you need. I know how demanding that old bird is.” A frown and sour expression appeared on his face at the mention of Khonshu. He still wasn’t a fan of him. Yet. “So, really, Marc. You aren’t taking anything from me. I’m doing things for us.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

That damn smirk would be the death of him. He couldn't help but chuckle quietly at the sour look on his face. "I know you don't like him, and the feelings mutual.. But we wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Khonshu finding me that night." But Steven knew that already, after they'd gone through their shared memories.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven lets out a long sigh, nodding. “Yeah, yeah. Without him I wouldn’t have been Mr. Knight.” He almost said it so mournfully. And as much as he doesn’t get much action from being a vigilante, working to help both Marc and Jake was… rewarding.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckled. "Here I thought you couldn't get away from that quick enough." But knowing what an Egyptian.. fanatic Steven was, he supposed he shouldn't be surprised that he missed it too. He often wondered if Khonshu had already found another.

[whoisstevengrant]

“A man’s gotta have some thrill and action some times in his life!” He protested, pouting. Sure, he has missed fighting bad guys, roaming to Egypt and the likes… but now, he can do that and more! Just… probably less on the fighting but still. “Has that old bird been mean to you lately? He can be mean to me sometimes…”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Don't let him get to you." He couldn't help but chuckle at the pout. "For someone with no training prior, you did a lot better than most." He had admittedly been impressed as time went on in his travels, despite the fuck ups along the way.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven hums. “Guess it was also thanks to your body. You know, body memory and things like that. Probably why it was easy.” He had read that in a book and along his research too. So it was able to make sense. “Besides, I’m training to be much better now, so, yeaah.” He nodded his head, a little shy to reveal t Marc about what he does in his free time.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"You'll have to show me." He hadn't certainly piqued his interest now, and it wasn't exactly a challenge when he took down bad guys. He hadn't had anyone to actually spar with in a long time. "I'm not sure that's how it works in our specific situation.." it would certainly help him sleep easier at night, knowing he could properly defend himself.

[whoisstevengrant]

“I think it kind of did. Some way.” He reputed, shrugging his shoulders. At the offer to how what he’s got, Steven stares at Marc, a little surprised. “I don’t… well, I’m not sure I can do well against you. Maybe.” He hasn’t tried. Most of his training has been some sort of self defense.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I was in the military for years and trained professionally, Steven. I don't think that's a fair comparison." He said pointedly. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, swallowing back a yawn. He was still utterly drained, and it was beginning to show.

[whoisstevengrant]

Again, he shrugs. “And in some soft of body muscle-memory, I was able to do little or some ways of fighting style too.” Because he did pretty well against the followers of Ammit. Once he has seen him yawn, Steven softly sighed and smirked. “Sleepy already? Well, you can go ahead. I’ll be around when you wake up.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Didn't really sleep much to begin with." He said tiredly, dragging a hand down his face. "Wouldn't want to waste your trip out here by falling asleep on ya." He gives a tired chuckle. "Maybe I could teach you something sometime– I know you don't have those memories. Hell, I don't entirely have all of them."

[whoisstevengrant]

“I can help you clean up around.” As if to emphasize the mess he’d clean, he looks around. “My visit isn’t going to be a waste. It’ll be a waste if you didn’t get enough rest.” He huffed, getting up and forcing Marc to lay down. “You need it. You can teach me when you’re well rested.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He grunts as he's pushed to lay down, staring up at him with tired eyes. "Sleep hasn't been either of our particular areas of expertise over the years.." he pauses a moment, feeling mischievous before he yanks him down as he pushed down himself.

[whoisstevengrant]

Giving him the stink-eye, Steven sighed. “Only because you make me sleep when you need the body.” Which was true and has have happened before all this magic body separation thing happened. Just as he caught the glimpse of that mischievous look on Marc’s eyes, he already found himself falling forward and falling on Marc. A grunt of pain from the impact, Steven groans as he pushed himself up. “Are you tryna hurt us both?” Hissing through his teeth.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"At least one of us was making sure you were getting the rest you needed." Clearly, Steven's presence was already helping his mood, despite the exhaustion he still felt. "Hm.." He hadn't expected him to fall down so hard, that was his bad. Tired brown eyes stared up at him, soft despite the circumstances.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I said I'm not interested in any company right now, go away." He grumbled, staring out at the view from where he sat on the floor of the room, half empty bottle in hand. "Shut the door on your way out."

[whoisstevengrant]

The room stunk of liquor and Marc’s few days old unwashed laundry that caused Steven to scrunch up his noise from the smell. Doing the exact opposite of what the other tells him to do, making his way towards him, Steven scoffed. “Could ask nicely next time, you know.” A long sigh left his lips the moment he got closer and saw several empty bottles littered by the man’s side. “How long have you holed yourself here?”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He averted his gaze at the question, swallowing thickly; dark curls falling around his eyes, lips pressed into a thin line. "Does it really matter?" He muttered. They were all signs that Marc was getting bad again, wasn't sleeping well. He sighed heavily, wrapping his arms around himself tightly. He'd barely left the apartment for the last several days, couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten either.

[whoisstevengrant]

Evading the question, just like he knew Marc would do, Steven sighed once more before reaching to help the man up to stand. “It really matters when you and the place looks like this, Marc.” He then placed him on the bed before he moves to pick up all the empty bottles. The smell made him recoil back before he lets out a disgusted noise. “And you need a bath. Plus the place needs cleaning.” Ugh. He needs to call house keeping. The whole place was a mess!

Turning to face the other, he gives him a soft look before a hand was placed on his shoulder. “Wanna talk about it after bath? You need one. Now.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A noise of surprise left the back of his throat when Steven suddenly and literally moved him onto the bed, blinking in surprise. He sighed heavily, dragging a hand through his messy curls. The hand on his shoulder makes him entire body relax, hazel eyes looking up tiredly. "What, you gonna throw me in the bath too?" He snorts, words half hearted if anything. Being separated at the beginning has been.. nice, but without the protection of both of them in his headspace, it had him struggling. Badly.

[whoisstevengrant]

Having his own solid and personal body outside to actually interact and talk to people, doing his own thing without being interrupted was… nice. Hence why he now has have gotten quite the hefty cash in their wallets and an enterprise to his name.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He replies, pulling out his phone to text his secretary to send in house-keeping to Marc’s address. “Now, should I carry you to the baths or you’re going to walk yourself there?” Steven asked, squeezing his shoulder.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Steven!" A strangled sound escaped the back of his throat. The response he gets catches him off guard, feeling the warmth flood to his cheeks unexpectedly. He grumbled, eyes fixated on the floor at the question. He didn't want to do anything, if he was completely honest with himself. His lips were pressed together tightly, arms hugged around himself.

[whoisstevengrant]

When he got no response and saw Marc hugging himself, Steven couldn’t help but feel bad at his earlier comments. A slight furrow in his brows, he slowly sat down beside Marc. “How about we head over to my place? I had my secretary call house-keeping to clean this place up—hope you don’t mind.” A small smile on his face. “I can show you what I’ve been up to lately.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He was flustered, but he also just felt terrible at the moment. Usually at least one of them was here with him, and he felt.. lonely. He felt like he was the one falling behind now. As much as he'd hate to admit it– A fucked up part of him missed being moon knight. "It's not that bad."

[whoisstevengrant]

A frown and scrunched up look appeared at Marc’s words. “Hmn. I’d beg to differ. You smell spoiled and salty. We can head to my place and enjoy the sauna. Then, you can tell me all about what’s eating you up.” He removes his suit, placing it over Marc as he slowly guides him to stand back up. “We can then also have lunch and dinner together— or brunch. I think you haven’t had breakfast, from the look of it. So, brunch and dinner.” Already listing the things they’d do on their way out the door.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Salty?" He snorts, shaking his head. He was unsteady on his feet as he's made to stand, exhaling a slow breath. At the mention of food, his body betrayed him and growled loudly. "I don't have yours or Jake's protection anymore." He mumbled. At least, not in the way they had protected him from himself. It had been worse on his psyche since their separation– Both mentally and physically.

[whoisstevengrant]

“Yes, salty. And not the ocean kind of salty scent.” Steven walks them both to the door. Still walking and helping anchor Marc on his side. At his words, he glances at him and gave him a soft smile. “And we’d be happy to be back together with you too.” He said with the outmost honesty. “Which is why I’ve been busy finding reason for our current situation and researching ways to get back.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He sighed. "I just.. I don't see a reason we have to be separated this much." He mutters, gesturing vaguely around the room. The way they lived separately too. More times than hed care to admit had he woken up, wishing Steven was there with him. Separation aside– They should've at least been in one another's vicinity.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven looks back to the inside of Marc’s apartment, slowly frowning and closing the door behind them as they walked out the hallway. “Well, for one, three of us in one little space wouldn’t be enough. We’d have to move. Probably my place is better.” He stated things of how big his land and home was— enough for all three of them before they reached his car.

“I’ve even got us a mooncopter. Still learning to drive it, but I’m sure you’ll easily be able to.” He mused as he ushered Marc in first and slipped inside too. Once the door closed, he signaled his chauffeur to drive back home.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"..You have a what now?" A scoff of disbelief escapes him at Steven's words, suddenly turning to look at him. "I used to fly in the military– I was a pilot and aviator." He might not could drive a car– But he could drive that. "What else have you been hiding from me, huh?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

[whoisstevengrant]

He can’t help but roll his eyes at the teasing accusation. “Not really hiding. We going to surprise you both. But well, I just am too excited to share to you I guess.” Steven smirked as he then continued to share. “Well, I’ve also got us Angelwing— secondary air vehicle. Also, had us the limo. Jake drives it sometimes.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

God. "Just full of surprises today, aren't you?" He shakes his head, completely flabbergasted. "What exactly do we need aircrafts for, though?" He looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He supposed it could be useful to avoid paying for flights all the time, if nothing else.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven looks at Marc like there could be only one reason for a personal aeroplane. “So we don’t have to get cancelled flights, Marc. And, It’s very silent too so, no noise— surprising enemies when you drop down.” As if it was the normal reason to have. “And, well, I’ve also prepared many things for us when time will come.” He nodded to himself, not really letting the other know of his so called ‘many things’. Mostly for legal stuff. So Marc’s not gonna be interested in that stuff.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Thought I was supposed to be the one planning for any and all scenarios." Maybe he had decidedly rubbed off on Steven during their time together. He seemed to be in a slightly lighter mood, being out of the cave he had called an apartment. They all had their bad days, after all- But he was used to his being taken out on bad people.

[whoisstevengrant]

Looking all smug, Steven smirked and huffed. “I’ve learned to be prepared for the worst. Especially in our line of work.” He said as if he was and works just like the other two were. “So now, we have nothing to worry.” He nodded as the scenery outside the vehicle changed from the cluster city view to a more forest-like; in Long Island.

Up ahead, the Grant Mansion stood as the car drove to the driveway and parked as Steven got out first.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Nothings stopping you from coming back, you know." He murmured. "If you get bored of all the boring businessman and partying, that is." He smirked. He watched him get out, and god– Hed never felt more out of place than he was in that moment. He was dressed in sweatpants and a black compression tshirt, along with his combat boots.

[whoisstevengrant]

Looking back to see Marc’s reaction, Steven couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s not that grand, Marc. Besides, it’s in your name. Well, I put it in your name— Spector.” He smirked and walked up ahead of the other. “I’ll show you around. But first, we gotta eat.” He said, opening the main door and waited for the other to enter.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Not that grand? The place is huge– I feel like I should be in a suit or something. I think you're severely underestimating how grandeur this is." He'd always lived small, humble; lightly packed, always on the move. But this? It was.. wow. He knew he'd become a millionaire.. but that really cemented it in.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven rolled his eyes. Well, maybe it was a little grand. Still, the inside was bigger than the outside— that’s for sure. “I mean, you could be in a suit if you want. We’re the same size.” He shrugs, making their way to the dining room. “I’ll have to cook something up though. Or reheat if they left something for dinner.” He said as he made his way to the kitchen fridge to check.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Never knew you craved the fancier things in life like this." But he shouldn't be surprised, really. He was happy for him– He deserved it. He became slightly unsteady when they get halfway up the walk way, finding himself suddenly leaning against Steven when a wave of dizziness washes over him, vision blurring in and out.

[whoisstevengrant]

The swaying form of Marc in the corner of his eyes alerted him that something was wrong. He stops in place, feeling the weight of Marc on him as he tries to help him up his feet. “Well, seems fatigue got to you.” He said, walking Marc to the nearest chair to sit. “Water? Or should we get you soup to eat first?” Slowly, Steven begun to fuss.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Just need to sit down a minute-" He couldn't hide it even in the way he spoke, blinking several times as he looked up at Steven. He was slightly out of it, yes- But he'd been in worse shape than this before. His hand reaches out, ending up cupping Steven's cheek, and he has what can only be described as a loopy smile.

[whoisstevengrant]

Marc’s hand on his cheek, looking up at him with such a droopy, sleepy expression had have him sighing. He patted the hand holding his face. “Alright Marc. You need to get something in your stomach or at least get some shut eyes.” Clearly, the other was going to stay being all so clingly and weird. To stop from happening, Steven needed Marc to sleep. “Let’s get you bed.” He said, already helping him back up to walk them upstairs.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He found himself leaning against Steven as he helped him inside, utterly exhausted. Hed barely been getting two hour intervals of sleep at a time as of late. He was in rough shape, but if he could manage sleep for more than two hours, maybe hed be able to function again.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Don't worry about me– I was already awake." He mumbles, eyes barely managing to stay open. He was sat on the floor, shirt tossed somewhere else- Gotten too hot. His skin glistened with cold sweat, messy curls falling against his forehead. He was exhausted.

[whoisstevengrant]

“Awake for how long?” Steven asked, picking up Marc’s shirt and other clothes that was laying around the floor. An exasperated sigh left his lips, making his way to place the armful of clothes he picked up over to the hamper. “Just what did you do the whole night?”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He dragged a hand down his face exhaustedly, weary eyes moving to look up at Steven. "I.. Don't know." He answers honestly, almost timidly. "Couldn't sleep." He mumbles. He'd tossed and turned practically the whole night, paced around the apartment until he was exhausted.

[whoisstevengrant]

Dusting his hand the moment the soiled shirts were placed in the hamper, Steven turns to face Marc. “Hmm. Looks like it.” He then moves towards the bed, taking a seat at where the other’s feet would be. “Seems like you’ve got a lot in mind. Do you… wanna talk about it?” Not sure that Marc would even be in the mood or state to want ti share things with him… but hey! Reaching an olive branch or something of that kind.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Didn't get enough of me when you were in my head still?" He jokes weakly. "I don't.." he was quiet a moment, inhaling a breath, "I don't know how much it'll even help." His voice is quiet. "You deserve to have your own life without me holding you back Steven." And he felt like he was being selfish.

[whoisstevengrant]

The joke didn’t really… well yes. It was a very weak joke and Steven couldn’t help but give Marc’s foot a pat. For trying.

“You? Holding me back?” He lets out a small chuckle, head slightly shaking. “I mean, you messed up a little of both of our lives, sure,” He shrugs a shoulder. “But we both made it work. Before all these.” Gesturing to their now separated forms.

Smiling softly, staring at the patterns on the sheets. “Sometimes makes me muss you and your useless rambling in my head.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He fidgeted with the small artifact that he kept around his neck, biting the inside of his cheek. "Believe me.. I didn't enjoy doing it. If any of us deserved to be happy, it's you." And hed done everything he could back then to not make his presence known, even if it meant being like that. "I just.." He looks away. "It feels selfish how many times I've... Wanted to put it back together." Them. He wasn't good at talking about his feelings.

[whoisstevengrant]

Slowly, he looks back up to Marc’s face. His words made him reminisce their misadventures. Knowing the man, Steven can tell it took him so much effort to just utter those words. Even if most of it wasn’t the actual words he wanted to say.

“I mean, I’m having the best time of my life, thank you for asking.” Then, his voice softens gently. “But I don’t mind having to share bodies and headspace again. Actually researched ways to…” he made vague gestures.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckles tiredly. "You deserve every bit of it." He murmured softly. "I just.. I don't know. Things have been– Slow, Laylas busy doing her own avatar stuff and it just doesn't.. Feel– Right. We shouldn't be separated all the time like this, at least not like.." Their living situations being different.

[whoisstevengrant]

Listening, Steven’s head slowly nods along before he took a breath and sighed loudly. “The first few months really were hard. For me. It wasn’t easy and you clearly had been doing a great job taking care of me—and ourselves back then.” Makes him amazed that Marc was able to live through life with him and even made sure he didn’t know about their previous occupation. “Actually makes me selfish to think that I’d like to live life back the way it was. With you two.” A saddened smile on his lips as he paused, remembering just how fun and… warm it was back then. “So, I think you’re not wrong to feel just as selfish to get back together. Also glad that you and Layla are at least talking despite everything.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"You should've told me." He muttered softly, looking up at him. He would've never minded if Steven had wanted to stay with him, in regards to their home. "Watching you be happy.. It was like watching something I felt I could never have." But deserved. Or maybe he didn't, for all the harm he's caused. "I sure as hell don't deserve it.. Part of me wishes I could be out there with her, even after everything." It was all he'd known, since Khonshu had found him. "..You're too far away all the time anymore." He shocked them both, with how much he was willing to admit.

[whoisstevengrant]

Hearing Marc’s unfiltered words being revealed so easily had Steven sighing softly. The man can’t really just be more honest with him and himself. “And far do you want either of us around you?” Asking just to make sure. He had also missed their closeness. This kind of closeness.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I just.. I don't know. I don't want to take away from everything you've worked so hard for." For them. Marc used to be the one making them all the money. And while he still made enough for himself, he often found himself wondering if he was still needed.

[whoisstevengrant]

“You’re not taking away anything from me, I can tell you that.” Steven replied easily, smirking and feeling smug and proud about his achievements. “I’m actually glad I can help all of us easily with whatever we need— what you need. I know how demanding that old bird is.” A frown and sour expression appeared on his face at the mention of Khonshu. He still wasn’t a fan of him. Yet. “So, really, Marc. You aren’t taking anything from me. I’m doing things for us.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

That damn smirk would be the death of him. He couldn't help but chuckle quietly at the sour look on his face. "I know you don't like him, and the feelings mutual.. But we wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Khonshu finding me that night." But Steven knew that already, after they'd gone through their shared memories.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven lets out a long sigh, nodding. “Yeah, yeah. Without him I wouldn’t have been Mr. Knight.” He almost said it so mournfully. And as much as he doesn’t get much action from being a vigilante, working to help both Marc and Jake was… rewarding.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckled. "Here I thought you couldn't get away from that quick enough." But knowing what an Egyptian.. fanatic Steven was, he supposed he shouldn't be surprised that he missed it too. He often wondered if Khonshu had already found another.

[whoisstevengrant]

“A man’s gotta have some thrill and action some times in his life!” He protested, pouting. Sure, he has missed fighting bad guys, roaming to Egypt and the likes… but now, he can do that and more! Just… probably less on the fighting but still. “Has that old bird been mean to you lately? He can be mean to me sometimes…”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Don't let him get to you." He couldn't help but chuckle at the pout. "For someone with no training prior, you did a lot better than most." He had admittedly been impressed as time went on in his travels, despite the fuck ups along the way.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven hums. “Guess it was also thanks to your body. You know, body memory and things like that. Probably why it was easy.” He had read that in a book and along his research too. So it was able to make sense. “Besides, I’m training to be much better now, so, yeaah.” He nodded his head, a little shy to reveal t Marc about what he does in his free time.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"You'll have to show me." He hadn't certainly piqued his interest now, and it wasn't exactly a challenge when he took down bad guys. He hadn't had anyone to actually spar with in a long time. "I'm not sure that's how it works in our specific situation.." it would certainly help him sleep easier at night, knowing he could properly defend himself.

[whoisstevengrant]

“I think it kind of did. Some way.” He reputed, shrugging his shoulders. At the offer to how what he’s got, Steven stares at Marc, a little surprised. “I don’t… well, I’m not sure I can do well against you. Maybe.” He hasn’t tried. Most of his training has been some sort of self defense.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I was in the military for years and trained professionally, Steven. I don't think that's a fair comparison." He said pointedly. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, swallowing back a yawn. He was still utterly drained, and it was beginning to show.

[whoisstevengrant]

Again, he shrugs. “And in some soft of body muscle-memory, I was able to do little or some ways of fighting style too.” Because he did pretty well against the followers of Ammit. Once he has seen him yawn, Steven softly sighed and smirked. “Sleepy already? Well, you can go ahead. I’ll be around when you wake up.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Didn't really sleep much to begin with." He said tiredly, dragging a hand down his face. "Wouldn't want to waste your trip out here by falling asleep on ya." He gives a tired chuckle. "Maybe I could teach you something sometime– I know you don't have those memories. Hell, I don't entirely have all of them."

[whoisstevengrant]

“I can help you clean up around.” As if to emphasize the mess he’d clean, he looks around. “My visit isn’t going to be a waste. It’ll be a waste if you didn’t get enough rest.” He huffed, getting up and forcing Marc to lay down. “You need it. You can teach me when you’re well rested.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He grunts as he's pushed to lay down, staring up at him with tired eyes. "Sleep hasn't been either of our particular areas of expertise over the years.." he pauses a moment, feeling mischievous before he yanks him down as he pushed down himself.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I said I'm not interested in any company right now, go away." He grumbled, staring out at the view from where he sat on the floor of the room, half empty bottle in hand. "Shut the door on your way out."

[whoisstevengrant]

The room stunk of liquor and Marc’s few days old unwashed laundry that caused Steven to scrunch up his noise from the smell. Doing the exact opposite of what the other tells him to do, making his way towards him, Steven scoffed. “Could ask nicely next time, you know.” A long sigh left his lips the moment he got closer and saw several empty bottles littered by the man’s side. “How long have you holed yourself here?”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He averted his gaze at the question, swallowing thickly; dark curls falling around his eyes, lips pressed into a thin line. "Does it really matter?" He muttered. They were all signs that Marc was getting bad again, wasn't sleeping well. He sighed heavily, wrapping his arms around himself tightly. He'd barely left the apartment for the last several days, couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten either.

[whoisstevengrant]

Evading the question, just like he knew Marc would do, Steven sighed once more before reaching to help the man up to stand. “It really matters when you and the place looks like this, Marc.” He then placed him on the bed before he moves to pick up all the empty bottles. The smell made him recoil back before he lets out a disgusted noise. “And you need a bath. Plus the place needs cleaning.” Ugh. He needs to call house keeping. The whole place was a mess!

Turning to face the other, he gives him a soft look before a hand was placed on his shoulder. “Wanna talk about it after bath? You need one. Now.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A noise of surprise left the back of his throat when Steven suddenly and literally moved him onto the bed, blinking in surprise. He sighed heavily, dragging a hand through his messy curls. The hand on his shoulder makes him entire body relax, hazel eyes looking up tiredly. "What, you gonna throw me in the bath too?" He snorts, words half hearted if anything. Being separated at the beginning has been.. nice, but without the protection of both of them in his headspace, it had him struggling. Badly.

[whoisstevengrant]

Having his own solid and personal body outside to actually interact and talk to people, doing his own thing without being interrupted was… nice. Hence why he now has have gotten quite the hefty cash in their wallets and an enterprise to his name.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He replies, pulling out his phone to text his secretary to send in house-keeping to Marc’s address. “Now, should I carry you to the baths or you’re going to walk yourself there?” Steven asked, squeezing his shoulder.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Steven!" A strangled sound escaped the back of his throat. The response he gets catches him off guard, feeling the warmth flood to his cheeks unexpectedly. He grumbled, eyes fixated on the floor at the question. He didn't want to do anything, if he was completely honest with himself. His lips were pressed together tightly, arms hugged around himself.

[whoisstevengrant]

When he got no response and saw Marc hugging himself, Steven couldn’t help but feel bad at his earlier comments. A slight furrow in his brows, he slowly sat down beside Marc. “How about we head over to my place? I had my secretary call house-keeping to clean this place up—hope you don’t mind.” A small smile on his face. “I can show you what I’ve been up to lately.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He was flustered, but he also just felt terrible at the moment. Usually at least one of them was here with him, and he felt.. lonely. He felt like he was the one falling behind now. As much as he'd hate to admit it– A fucked up part of him missed being moon knight. "It's not that bad."

[whoisstevengrant]

A frown and scrunched up look appeared at Marc’s words. “Hmn. I’d beg to differ. You smell spoiled and salty. We can head to my place and enjoy the sauna. Then, you can tell me all about what’s eating you up.” He removes his suit, placing it over Marc as he slowly guides him to stand back up. “We can then also have lunch and dinner together— or brunch. I think you haven’t had breakfast, from the look of it. So, brunch and dinner.” Already listing the things they’d do on their way out the door.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Salty?" He snorts, shaking his head. He was unsteady on his feet as he's made to stand, exhaling a slow breath. At the mention of food, his body betrayed him and growled loudly. "I don't have yours or Jake's protection anymore." He mumbled. At least, not in the way they had protected him from himself. It had been worse on his psyche since their separation– Both mentally and physically.

[whoisstevengrant]

“Yes, salty. And not the ocean kind of salty scent.” Steven walks them both to the door. Still walking and helping anchor Marc on his side. At his words, he glances at him and gave him a soft smile. “And we’d be happy to be back together with you too.” He said with the outmost honesty. “Which is why I’ve been busy finding reason for our current situation and researching ways to get back.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He sighed. "I just.. I don't see a reason we have to be separated this much." He mutters, gesturing vaguely around the room. The way they lived separately too. More times than hed care to admit had he woken up, wishing Steven was there with him. Separation aside– They should've at least been in one another's vicinity.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven looks back to the inside of Marc’s apartment, slowly frowning and closing the door behind them as they walked out the hallway. “Well, for one, three of us in one little space wouldn’t be enough. We’d have to move. Probably my place is better.” He stated things of how big his land and home was— enough for all three of them before they reached his car.

“I’ve even got us a mooncopter. Still learning to drive it, but I’m sure you’ll easily be able to.” He mused as he ushered Marc in first and slipped inside too. Once the door closed, he signaled his chauffeur to drive back home.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"..You have a what now?" A scoff of disbelief escapes him at Steven's words, suddenly turning to look at him. "I used to fly in the military– I was a pilot and aviator." He might not could drive a car– But he could drive that. "What else have you been hiding from me, huh?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

[whoisstevengrant]

He can’t help but roll his eyes at the teasing accusation. “Not really hiding. We going to surprise you both. But well, I just am too excited to share to you I guess.” Steven smirked as he then continued to share. “Well, I’ve also got us Angelwing— secondary air vehicle. Also, had us the limo. Jake drives it sometimes.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

God. "Just full of surprises today, aren't you?" He shakes his head, completely flabbergasted. "What exactly do we need aircrafts for, though?" He looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He supposed it could be useful to avoid paying for flights all the time, if nothing else.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven looks at Marc like there could be only one reason for a personal aeroplane. “So we don’t have to get cancelled flights, Marc. And, It’s very silent too so, no noise— surprising enemies when you drop down.” As if it was the normal reason to have. “And, well, I’ve also prepared many things for us when time will come.” He nodded to himself, not really letting the other know of his so called ‘many things’. Mostly for legal stuff. So Marc’s not gonna be interested in that stuff.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Thought I was supposed to be the one planning for any and all scenarios." Maybe he had decidedly rubbed off on Steven during their time together. He seemed to be in a slightly lighter mood, being out of the cave he had called an apartment. They all had their bad days, after all- But he was used to his being taken out on bad people.

[whoisstevengrant]

Looking all smug, Steven smirked and huffed. “I’ve learned to be prepared for the worst. Especially in our line of work.” He said as if he was and works just like the other two were. “So now, we have nothing to worry.” He nodded as the scenery outside the vehicle changed from the cluster city view to a more forest-like; in Long Island.

Up ahead, the Grant Mansion stood as the car drove to the driveway and parked as Steven got out first.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Nothings stopping you from coming back, you know." He murmured. "If you get bored of all the boring businessman and partying, that is." He smirked. He watched him get out, and god– Hed never felt more out of place than he was in that moment. He was dressed in sweatpants and a black compression tshirt, along with his combat boots.

[whoisstevengrant]

Looking back to see Marc’s reaction, Steven couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s not that grand, Marc. Besides, it’s in your name. Well, I put it in your name— Spector.” He smirked and walked up ahead of the other. “I’ll show you around. But first, we gotta eat.” He said, opening the main door and waited for the other to enter.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Not that grand? The place is huge– I feel like I should be in a suit or something. I think you're severely underestimating how grandeur this is." He'd always lived small, humble; lightly packed, always on the move. But this? It was.. wow. He knew he'd become a millionaire.. but that really cemented it in.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven rolled his eyes. Well, maybe it was a little grand. Still, the inside was bigger than the outside— that’s for sure. “I mean, you could be in a suit if you want. We’re the same size.” He shrugs, making their way to the dining room. “I’ll have to cook something up though. Or reheat if they left something for dinner.” He said as he made his way to the kitchen fridge to check.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Never knew you craved the fancier things in life like this." But he shouldn't be surprised, really. He was happy for him– He deserved it. He became slightly unsteady when they get halfway up the walk way, finding himself suddenly leaning against Steven when a wave of dizziness washes over him, vision blurring in and out.

[whoisstevengrant]

The swaying form of Marc in the corner of his eyes alerted him that something was wrong. He stops in place, feeling the weight of Marc on him as he tries to help him up his feet. “Well, seems fatigue got to you.” He said, walking Marc to the nearest chair to sit. “Water? Or should we get you soup to eat first?” Slowly, Steven begun to fuss.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Just need to sit down a minute-" He couldn't hide it even in the way he spoke, blinking several times as he looked up at Steven. He was slightly out of it, yes- But he'd been in worse shape than this before. His hand reaches out, ending up cupping Steven's cheek, and he has what can only be described as a loopy smile.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Don't worry about me– I was already awake." He mumbles, eyes barely managing to stay open. He was sat on the floor, shirt tossed somewhere else- Gotten too hot. His skin glistened with cold sweat, messy curls falling against his forehead. He was exhausted.

[whoisstevengrant]

“Awake for how long?” Steven asked, picking up Marc’s shirt and other clothes that was laying around the floor. An exasperated sigh left his lips, making his way to place the armful of clothes he picked up over to the hamper. “Just what did you do the whole night?”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He dragged a hand down his face exhaustedly, weary eyes moving to look up at Steven. "I.. Don't know." He answers honestly, almost timidly. "Couldn't sleep." He mumbles. He'd tossed and turned practically the whole night, paced around the apartment until he was exhausted.

[whoisstevengrant]

Dusting his hand the moment the soiled shirts were placed in the hamper, Steven turns to face Marc. “Hmm. Looks like it.” He then moves towards the bed, taking a seat at where the other’s feet would be. “Seems like you’ve got a lot in mind. Do you… wanna talk about it?” Not sure that Marc would even be in the mood or state to want ti share things with him… but hey! Reaching an olive branch or something of that kind.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Didn't get enough of me when you were in my head still?" He jokes weakly. "I don't.." he was quiet a moment, inhaling a breath, "I don't know how much it'll even help." His voice is quiet. "You deserve to have your own life without me holding you back Steven." And he felt like he was being selfish.

[whoisstevengrant]

The joke didn’t really… well yes. It was a very weak joke and Steven couldn’t help but give Marc’s foot a pat. For trying.

“You? Holding me back?” He lets out a small chuckle, head slightly shaking. “I mean, you messed up a little of both of our lives, sure,” He shrugs a shoulder. “But we both made it work. Before all these.” Gesturing to their now separated forms.

Smiling softly, staring at the patterns on the sheets. “Sometimes makes me muss you and your useless rambling in my head.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He fidgeted with the small artifact that he kept around his neck, biting the inside of his cheek. "Believe me.. I didn't enjoy doing it. If any of us deserved to be happy, it's you." And hed done everything he could back then to not make his presence known, even if it meant being like that. "I just.." He looks away. "It feels selfish how many times I've... Wanted to put it back together." Them. He wasn't good at talking about his feelings.

[whoisstevengrant]

Slowly, he looks back up to Marc’s face. His words made him reminisce their misadventures. Knowing the man, Steven can tell it took him so much effort to just utter those words. Even if most of it wasn’t the actual words he wanted to say.

“I mean, I’m having the best time of my life, thank you for asking.” Then, his voice softens gently. “But I don’t mind having to share bodies and headspace again. Actually researched ways to…” he made vague gestures.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckles tiredly. "You deserve every bit of it." He murmured softly. "I just.. I don't know. Things have been– Slow, Laylas busy doing her own avatar stuff and it just doesn't.. Feel– Right. We shouldn't be separated all the time like this, at least not like.." Their living situations being different.

[whoisstevengrant]

Listening, Steven’s head slowly nods along before he took a breath and sighed loudly. “The first few months really were hard. For me. It wasn’t easy and you clearly had been doing a great job taking care of me—and ourselves back then.” Makes him amazed that Marc was able to live through life with him and even made sure he didn’t know about their previous occupation. “Actually makes me selfish to think that I’d like to live life back the way it was. With you two.” A saddened smile on his lips as he paused, remembering just how fun and… warm it was back then. “So, I think you’re not wrong to feel just as selfish to get back together. Also glad that you and Layla are at least talking despite everything.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"You should've told me." He muttered softly, looking up at him. He would've never minded if Steven had wanted to stay with him, in regards to their home. "Watching you be happy.. It was like watching something I felt I could never have." But deserved. Or maybe he didn't, for all the harm he's caused. "I sure as hell don't deserve it.. Part of me wishes I could be out there with her, even after everything." It was all he'd known, since Khonshu had found him. "..You're too far away all the time anymore." He shocked them both, with how much he was willing to admit.

[whoisstevengrant]

Hearing Marc’s unfiltered words being revealed so easily had Steven sighing softly. The man can’t really just be more honest with him and himself. “And far do you want either of us around you?” Asking just to make sure. He had also missed their closeness. This kind of closeness.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I just.. I don't know. I don't want to take away from everything you've worked so hard for." For them. Marc used to be the one making them all the money. And while he still made enough for himself, he often found himself wondering if he was still needed.

[whoisstevengrant]

“You’re not taking away anything from me, I can tell you that.” Steven replied easily, smirking and feeling smug and proud about his achievements. “I’m actually glad I can help all of us easily with whatever we need— what you need. I know how demanding that old bird is.” A frown and sour expression appeared on his face at the mention of Khonshu. He still wasn’t a fan of him. Yet. “So, really, Marc. You aren’t taking anything from me. I’m doing things for us.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

That damn smirk would be the death of him. He couldn't help but chuckle quietly at the sour look on his face. "I know you don't like him, and the feelings mutual.. But we wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Khonshu finding me that night." But Steven knew that already, after they'd gone through their shared memories.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven lets out a long sigh, nodding. “Yeah, yeah. Without him I wouldn’t have been Mr. Knight.” He almost said it so mournfully. And as much as he doesn’t get much action from being a vigilante, working to help both Marc and Jake was… rewarding.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckled. "Here I thought you couldn't get away from that quick enough." But knowing what an Egyptian.. fanatic Steven was, he supposed he shouldn't be surprised that he missed it too. He often wondered if Khonshu had already found another.

[whoisstevengrant]

“A man’s gotta have some thrill and action some times in his life!” He protested, pouting. Sure, he has missed fighting bad guys, roaming to Egypt and the likes… but now, he can do that and more! Just… probably less on the fighting but still. “Has that old bird been mean to you lately? He can be mean to me sometimes…”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Don't let him get to you." He couldn't help but chuckle at the pout. "For someone with no training prior, you did a lot better than most." He had admittedly been impressed as time went on in his travels, despite the fuck ups along the way.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven hums. “Guess it was also thanks to your body. You know, body memory and things like that. Probably why it was easy.” He had read that in a book and along his research too. So it was able to make sense. “Besides, I’m training to be much better now, so, yeaah.” He nodded his head, a little shy to reveal t Marc about what he does in his free time.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"You'll have to show me." He hadn't certainly piqued his interest now, and it wasn't exactly a challenge when he took down bad guys. He hadn't had anyone to actually spar with in a long time. "I'm not sure that's how it works in our specific situation.." it would certainly help him sleep easier at night, knowing he could properly defend himself.

[whoisstevengrant]

“I think it kind of did. Some way.” He reputed, shrugging his shoulders. At the offer to how what he’s got, Steven stares at Marc, a little surprised. “I don’t… well, I’m not sure I can do well against you. Maybe.” He hasn’t tried. Most of his training has been some sort of self defense.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I was in the military for years and trained professionally, Steven. I don't think that's a fair comparison." He said pointedly. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, swallowing back a yawn. He was still utterly drained, and it was beginning to show.

[whoisstevengrant]

Again, he shrugs. “And in some soft of body muscle-memory, I was able to do little or some ways of fighting style too.” Because he did pretty well against the followers of Ammit. Once he has seen him yawn, Steven softly sighed and smirked. “Sleepy already? Well, you can go ahead. I’ll be around when you wake up.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Didn't really sleep much to begin with." He said tiredly, dragging a hand down his face. "Wouldn't want to waste your trip out here by falling asleep on ya." He gives a tired chuckle. "Maybe I could teach you something sometime– I know you don't have those memories. Hell, I don't entirely have all of them."

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I said I'm not interested in any company right now, go away." He grumbled, staring out at the view from where he sat on the floor of the room, half empty bottle in hand. "Shut the door on your way out."

[whoisstevengrant]

The room stunk of liquor and Marc’s few days old unwashed laundry that caused Steven to scrunch up his noise from the smell. Doing the exact opposite of what the other tells him to do, making his way towards him, Steven scoffed. “Could ask nicely next time, you know.” A long sigh left his lips the moment he got closer and saw several empty bottles littered by the man’s side. “How long have you holed yourself here?”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He averted his gaze at the question, swallowing thickly; dark curls falling around his eyes, lips pressed into a thin line. "Does it really matter?" He muttered. They were all signs that Marc was getting bad again, wasn't sleeping well. He sighed heavily, wrapping his arms around himself tightly. He'd barely left the apartment for the last several days, couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten either.

[whoisstevengrant]

Evading the question, just like he knew Marc would do, Steven sighed once more before reaching to help the man up to stand. “It really matters when you and the place looks like this, Marc.” He then placed him on the bed before he moves to pick up all the empty bottles. The smell made him recoil back before he lets out a disgusted noise. “And you need a bath. Plus the place needs cleaning.” Ugh. He needs to call house keeping. The whole place was a mess!

Turning to face the other, he gives him a soft look before a hand was placed on his shoulder. “Wanna talk about it after bath? You need one. Now.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A noise of surprise left the back of his throat when Steven suddenly and literally moved him onto the bed, blinking in surprise. He sighed heavily, dragging a hand through his messy curls. The hand on his shoulder makes him entire body relax, hazel eyes looking up tiredly. "What, you gonna throw me in the bath too?" He snorts, words half hearted if anything. Being separated at the beginning has been.. nice, but without the protection of both of them in his headspace, it had him struggling. Badly.

[whoisstevengrant]

Having his own solid and personal body outside to actually interact and talk to people, doing his own thing without being interrupted was… nice. Hence why he now has have gotten quite the hefty cash in their wallets and an enterprise to his name.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He replies, pulling out his phone to text his secretary to send in house-keeping to Marc’s address. “Now, should I carry you to the baths or you’re going to walk yourself there?” Steven asked, squeezing his shoulder.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Steven!" A strangled sound escaped the back of his throat. The response he gets catches him off guard, feeling the warmth flood to his cheeks unexpectedly. He grumbled, eyes fixated on the floor at the question. He didn't want to do anything, if he was completely honest with himself. His lips were pressed together tightly, arms hugged around himself.

[whoisstevengrant]

When he got no response and saw Marc hugging himself, Steven couldn’t help but feel bad at his earlier comments. A slight furrow in his brows, he slowly sat down beside Marc. “How about we head over to my place? I had my secretary call house-keeping to clean this place up—hope you don’t mind.” A small smile on his face. “I can show you what I’ve been up to lately.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He was flustered, but he also just felt terrible at the moment. Usually at least one of them was here with him, and he felt.. lonely. He felt like he was the one falling behind now. As much as he'd hate to admit it– A fucked up part of him missed being moon knight. "It's not that bad."

[whoisstevengrant]

A frown and scrunched up look appeared at Marc’s words. “Hmn. I’d beg to differ. You smell spoiled and salty. We can head to my place and enjoy the sauna. Then, you can tell me all about what’s eating you up.” He removes his suit, placing it over Marc as he slowly guides him to stand back up. “We can then also have lunch and dinner together— or brunch. I think you haven’t had breakfast, from the look of it. So, brunch and dinner.” Already listing the things they’d do on their way out the door.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Salty?" He snorts, shaking his head. He was unsteady on his feet as he's made to stand, exhaling a slow breath. At the mention of food, his body betrayed him and growled loudly. "I don't have yours or Jake's protection anymore." He mumbled. At least, not in the way they had protected him from himself. It had been worse on his psyche since their separation– Both mentally and physically.

[whoisstevengrant]

“Yes, salty. And not the ocean kind of salty scent.” Steven walks them both to the door. Still walking and helping anchor Marc on his side. At his words, he glances at him and gave him a soft smile. “And we’d be happy to be back together with you too.” He said with the outmost honesty. “Which is why I’ve been busy finding reason for our current situation and researching ways to get back.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He sighed. "I just.. I don't see a reason we have to be separated this much." He mutters, gesturing vaguely around the room. The way they lived separately too. More times than hed care to admit had he woken up, wishing Steven was there with him. Separation aside– They should've at least been in one another's vicinity.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven looks back to the inside of Marc’s apartment, slowly frowning and closing the door behind them as they walked out the hallway. “Well, for one, three of us in one little space wouldn’t be enough. We’d have to move. Probably my place is better.” He stated things of how big his land and home was— enough for all three of them before they reached his car.

“I’ve even got us a mooncopter. Still learning to drive it, but I’m sure you’ll easily be able to.” He mused as he ushered Marc in first and slipped inside too. Once the door closed, he signaled his chauffeur to drive back home.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"..You have a what now?" A scoff of disbelief escapes him at Steven's words, suddenly turning to look at him. "I used to fly in the military– I was a pilot and aviator." He might not could drive a car– But he could drive that. "What else have you been hiding from me, huh?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

[whoisstevengrant]

He can’t help but roll his eyes at the teasing accusation. “Not really hiding. We going to surprise you both. But well, I just am too excited to share to you I guess.” Steven smirked as he then continued to share. “Well, I’ve also got us Angelwing— secondary air vehicle. Also, had us the limo. Jake drives it sometimes.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

God. "Just full of surprises today, aren't you?" He shakes his head, completely flabbergasted. "What exactly do we need aircrafts for, though?" He looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He supposed it could be useful to avoid paying for flights all the time, if nothing else.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven looks at Marc like there could be only one reason for a personal aeroplane. “So we don’t have to get cancelled flights, Marc. And, It’s very silent too so, no noise— surprising enemies when you drop down.” As if it was the normal reason to have. “And, well, I’ve also prepared many things for us when time will come.” He nodded to himself, not really letting the other know of his so called ‘many things’. Mostly for legal stuff. So Marc’s not gonna be interested in that stuff.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Thought I was supposed to be the one planning for any and all scenarios." Maybe he had decidedly rubbed off on Steven during their time together. He seemed to be in a slightly lighter mood, being out of the cave he had called an apartment. They all had their bad days, after all- But he was used to his being taken out on bad people.

[whoisstevengrant]

Looking all smug, Steven smirked and huffed. “I’ve learned to be prepared for the worst. Especially in our line of work.” He said as if he was and works just like the other two were. “So now, we have nothing to worry.” He nodded as the scenery outside the vehicle changed from the cluster city view to a more forest-like; in Long Island.

Up ahead, the Grant Mansion stood as the car drove to the driveway and parked as Steven got out first.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Nothings stopping you from coming back, you know." He murmured. "If you get bored of all the boring businessman and partying, that is." He smirked. He watched him get out, and god– Hed never felt more out of place than he was in that moment. He was dressed in sweatpants and a black compression tshirt, along with his combat boots.

[whoisstevengrant]

Looking back to see Marc’s reaction, Steven couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s not that grand, Marc. Besides, it’s in your name. Well, I put it in your name— Spector.” He smirked and walked up ahead of the other. “I’ll show you around. But first, we gotta eat.” He said, opening the main door and waited for the other to enter.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Not that grand? The place is huge– I feel like I should be in a suit or something. I think you're severely underestimating how grandeur this is." He'd always lived small, humble; lightly packed, always on the move. But this? It was.. wow. He knew he'd become a millionaire.. but that really cemented it in.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven rolled his eyes. Well, maybe it was a little grand. Still, the inside was bigger than the outside— that’s for sure. “I mean, you could be in a suit if you want. We’re the same size.” He shrugs, making their way to the dining room. “I’ll have to cook something up though. Or reheat if they left something for dinner.” He said as he made his way to the kitchen fridge to check.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Never knew you craved the fancier things in life like this." But he shouldn't be surprised, really. He was happy for him– He deserved it. He became slightly unsteady when they get halfway up the walk way, finding himself suddenly leaning against Steven when a wave of dizziness washes over him, vision blurring in and out.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Don't worry about me– I was already awake." He mumbles, eyes barely managing to stay open. He was sat on the floor, shirt tossed somewhere else- Gotten too hot. His skin glistened with cold sweat, messy curls falling against his forehead. He was exhausted.

[whoisstevengrant]

“Awake for how long?” Steven asked, picking up Marc’s shirt and other clothes that was laying around the floor. An exasperated sigh left his lips, making his way to place the armful of clothes he picked up over to the hamper. “Just what did you do the whole night?”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He dragged a hand down his face exhaustedly, weary eyes moving to look up at Steven. "I.. Don't know." He answers honestly, almost timidly. "Couldn't sleep." He mumbles. He'd tossed and turned practically the whole night, paced around the apartment until he was exhausted.

[whoisstevengrant]

Dusting his hand the moment the soiled shirts were placed in the hamper, Steven turns to face Marc. “Hmm. Looks like it.” He then moves towards the bed, taking a seat at where the other’s feet would be. “Seems like you’ve got a lot in mind. Do you… wanna talk about it?” Not sure that Marc would even be in the mood or state to want ti share things with him… but hey! Reaching an olive branch or something of that kind.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Didn't get enough of me when you were in my head still?" He jokes weakly. "I don't.." he was quiet a moment, inhaling a breath, "I don't know how much it'll even help." His voice is quiet. "You deserve to have your own life without me holding you back Steven." And he felt like he was being selfish.

[whoisstevengrant]

The joke didn’t really… well yes. It was a very weak joke and Steven couldn’t help but give Marc’s foot a pat. For trying.

“You? Holding me back?” He lets out a small chuckle, head slightly shaking. “I mean, you messed up a little of both of our lives, sure,” He shrugs a shoulder. “But we both made it work. Before all these.” Gesturing to their now separated forms.

Smiling softly, staring at the patterns on the sheets. “Sometimes makes me muss you and your useless rambling in my head.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He fidgeted with the small artifact that he kept around his neck, biting the inside of his cheek. "Believe me.. I didn't enjoy doing it. If any of us deserved to be happy, it's you." And hed done everything he could back then to not make his presence known, even if it meant being like that. "I just.." He looks away. "It feels selfish how many times I've... Wanted to put it back together." Them. He wasn't good at talking about his feelings.

[whoisstevengrant]

Slowly, he looks back up to Marc’s face. His words made him reminisce their misadventures. Knowing the man, Steven can tell it took him so much effort to just utter those words. Even if most of it wasn’t the actual words he wanted to say.

“I mean, I’m having the best time of my life, thank you for asking.” Then, his voice softens gently. “But I don’t mind having to share bodies and headspace again. Actually researched ways to…” he made vague gestures.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckles tiredly. "You deserve every bit of it." He murmured softly. "I just.. I don't know. Things have been– Slow, Laylas busy doing her own avatar stuff and it just doesn't.. Feel– Right. We shouldn't be separated all the time like this, at least not like.." Their living situations being different.

[whoisstevengrant]

Listening, Steven’s head slowly nods along before he took a breath and sighed loudly. “The first few months really were hard. For me. It wasn’t easy and you clearly had been doing a great job taking care of me—and ourselves back then.” Makes him amazed that Marc was able to live through life with him and even made sure he didn’t know about their previous occupation. “Actually makes me selfish to think that I’d like to live life back the way it was. With you two.” A saddened smile on his lips as he paused, remembering just how fun and… warm it was back then. “So, I think you’re not wrong to feel just as selfish to get back together. Also glad that you and Layla are at least talking despite everything.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"You should've told me." He muttered softly, looking up at him. He would've never minded if Steven had wanted to stay with him, in regards to their home. "Watching you be happy.. It was like watching something I felt I could never have." But deserved. Or maybe he didn't, for all the harm he's caused. "I sure as hell don't deserve it.. Part of me wishes I could be out there with her, even after everything." It was all he'd known, since Khonshu had found him. "..You're too far away all the time anymore." He shocked them both, with how much he was willing to admit.

[whoisstevengrant]

Hearing Marc’s unfiltered words being revealed so easily had Steven sighing softly. The man can’t really just be more honest with him and himself. “And far do you want either of us around you?” Asking just to make sure. He had also missed their closeness. This kind of closeness.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I just.. I don't know. I don't want to take away from everything you've worked so hard for." For them. Marc used to be the one making them all the money. And while he still made enough for himself, he often found himself wondering if he was still needed.

[whoisstevengrant]

“You’re not taking away anything from me, I can tell you that.” Steven replied easily, smirking and feeling smug and proud about his achievements. “I’m actually glad I can help all of us easily with whatever we need— what you need. I know how demanding that old bird is.” A frown and sour expression appeared on his face at the mention of Khonshu. He still wasn’t a fan of him. Yet. “So, really, Marc. You aren’t taking anything from me. I’m doing things for us.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

That damn smirk would be the death of him. He couldn't help but chuckle quietly at the sour look on his face. "I know you don't like him, and the feelings mutual.. But we wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Khonshu finding me that night." But Steven knew that already, after they'd gone through their shared memories.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven lets out a long sigh, nodding. “Yeah, yeah. Without him I wouldn’t have been Mr. Knight.” He almost said it so mournfully. And as much as he doesn’t get much action from being a vigilante, working to help both Marc and Jake was… rewarding.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckled. "Here I thought you couldn't get away from that quick enough." But knowing what an Egyptian.. fanatic Steven was, he supposed he shouldn't be surprised that he missed it too. He often wondered if Khonshu had already found another.

[whoisstevengrant]

“A man’s gotta have some thrill and action some times in his life!” He protested, pouting. Sure, he has missed fighting bad guys, roaming to Egypt and the likes… but now, he can do that and more! Just… probably less on the fighting but still. “Has that old bird been mean to you lately? He can be mean to me sometimes…”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Don't let him get to you." He couldn't help but chuckle at the pout. "For someone with no training prior, you did a lot better than most." He had admittedly been impressed as time went on in his travels, despite the fuck ups along the way.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven hums. “Guess it was also thanks to your body. You know, body memory and things like that. Probably why it was easy.” He had read that in a book and along his research too. So it was able to make sense. “Besides, I’m training to be much better now, so, yeaah.” He nodded his head, a little shy to reveal t Marc about what he does in his free time.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"You'll have to show me." He hadn't certainly piqued his interest now, and it wasn't exactly a challenge when he took down bad guys. He hadn't had anyone to actually spar with in a long time. "I'm not sure that's how it works in our specific situation.." it would certainly help him sleep easier at night, knowing he could properly defend himself.

[whoisstevengrant]

“I think it kind of did. Some way.” He reputed, shrugging his shoulders. At the offer to how what he’s got, Steven stares at Marc, a little surprised. “I don’t… well, I’m not sure I can do well against you. Maybe.” He hasn’t tried. Most of his training has been some sort of self defense.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I was in the military for years and trained professionally, Steven. I don't think that's a fair comparison." He said pointedly. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, swallowing back a yawn. He was still utterly drained, and it was beginning to show.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I said I'm not interested in any company right now, go away." He grumbled, staring out at the view from where he sat on the floor of the room, half empty bottle in hand. "Shut the door on your way out."

[whoisstevengrant]

The room stunk of liquor and Marc’s few days old unwashed laundry that caused Steven to scrunch up his noise from the smell. Doing the exact opposite of what the other tells him to do, making his way towards him, Steven scoffed. “Could ask nicely next time, you know.” A long sigh left his lips the moment he got closer and saw several empty bottles littered by the man’s side. “How long have you holed yourself here?”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He averted his gaze at the question, swallowing thickly; dark curls falling around his eyes, lips pressed into a thin line. "Does it really matter?" He muttered. They were all signs that Marc was getting bad again, wasn't sleeping well. He sighed heavily, wrapping his arms around himself tightly. He'd barely left the apartment for the last several days, couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten either.

[whoisstevengrant]

Evading the question, just like he knew Marc would do, Steven sighed once more before reaching to help the man up to stand. “It really matters when you and the place looks like this, Marc.” He then placed him on the bed before he moves to pick up all the empty bottles. The smell made him recoil back before he lets out a disgusted noise. “And you need a bath. Plus the place needs cleaning.” Ugh. He needs to call house keeping. The whole place was a mess!

Turning to face the other, he gives him a soft look before a hand was placed on his shoulder. “Wanna talk about it after bath? You need one. Now.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A noise of surprise left the back of his throat when Steven suddenly and literally moved him onto the bed, blinking in surprise. He sighed heavily, dragging a hand through his messy curls. The hand on his shoulder makes him entire body relax, hazel eyes looking up tiredly. "What, you gonna throw me in the bath too?" He snorts, words half hearted if anything. Being separated at the beginning has been.. nice, but without the protection of both of them in his headspace, it had him struggling. Badly.

[whoisstevengrant]

Having his own solid and personal body outside to actually interact and talk to people, doing his own thing without being interrupted was… nice. Hence why he now has have gotten quite the hefty cash in their wallets and an enterprise to his name.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He replies, pulling out his phone to text his secretary to send in house-keeping to Marc’s address. “Now, should I carry you to the baths or you’re going to walk yourself there?” Steven asked, squeezing his shoulder.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Steven!" A strangled sound escaped the back of his throat. The response he gets catches him off guard, feeling the warmth flood to his cheeks unexpectedly. He grumbled, eyes fixated on the floor at the question. He didn't want to do anything, if he was completely honest with himself. His lips were pressed together tightly, arms hugged around himself.

[whoisstevengrant]

When he got no response and saw Marc hugging himself, Steven couldn’t help but feel bad at his earlier comments. A slight furrow in his brows, he slowly sat down beside Marc. “How about we head over to my place? I had my secretary call house-keeping to clean this place up—hope you don’t mind.” A small smile on his face. “I can show you what I’ve been up to lately.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He was flustered, but he also just felt terrible at the moment. Usually at least one of them was here with him, and he felt.. lonely. He felt like he was the one falling behind now. As much as he'd hate to admit it– A fucked up part of him missed being moon knight. "It's not that bad."

[whoisstevengrant]

A frown and scrunched up look appeared at Marc’s words. “Hmn. I’d beg to differ. You smell spoiled and salty. We can head to my place and enjoy the sauna. Then, you can tell me all about what’s eating you up.” He removes his suit, placing it over Marc as he slowly guides him to stand back up. “We can then also have lunch and dinner together— or brunch. I think you haven’t had breakfast, from the look of it. So, brunch and dinner.” Already listing the things they’d do on their way out the door.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Salty?" He snorts, shaking his head. He was unsteady on his feet as he's made to stand, exhaling a slow breath. At the mention of food, his body betrayed him and growled loudly. "I don't have yours or Jake's protection anymore." He mumbled. At least, not in the way they had protected him from himself. It had been worse on his psyche since their separation– Both mentally and physically.

[whoisstevengrant]

“Yes, salty. And not the ocean kind of salty scent.” Steven walks them both to the door. Still walking and helping anchor Marc on his side. At his words, he glances at him and gave him a soft smile. “And we’d be happy to be back together with you too.” He said with the outmost honesty. “Which is why I’ve been busy finding reason for our current situation and researching ways to get back.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He sighed. "I just.. I don't see a reason we have to be separated this much." He mutters, gesturing vaguely around the room. The way they lived separately too. More times than hed care to admit had he woken up, wishing Steven was there with him. Separation aside– They should've at least been in one another's vicinity.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven looks back to the inside of Marc’s apartment, slowly frowning and closing the door behind them as they walked out the hallway. “Well, for one, three of us in one little space wouldn’t be enough. We’d have to move. Probably my place is better.” He stated things of how big his land and home was— enough for all three of them before they reached his car.

“I’ve even got us a mooncopter. Still learning to drive it, but I’m sure you’ll easily be able to.” He mused as he ushered Marc in first and slipped inside too. Once the door closed, he signaled his chauffeur to drive back home.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"..You have a what now?" A scoff of disbelief escapes him at Steven's words, suddenly turning to look at him. "I used to fly in the military– I was a pilot and aviator." He might not could drive a car– But he could drive that. "What else have you been hiding from me, huh?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

[whoisstevengrant]

He can’t help but roll his eyes at the teasing accusation. “Not really hiding. We going to surprise you both. But well, I just am too excited to share to you I guess.” Steven smirked as he then continued to share. “Well, I’ve also got us Angelwing— secondary air vehicle. Also, had us the limo. Jake drives it sometimes.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

God. "Just full of surprises today, aren't you?" He shakes his head, completely flabbergasted. "What exactly do we need aircrafts for, though?" He looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He supposed it could be useful to avoid paying for flights all the time, if nothing else.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven looks at Marc like there could be only one reason for a personal aeroplane. “So we don’t have to get cancelled flights, Marc. And, It’s very silent too so, no noise— surprising enemies when you drop down.” As if it was the normal reason to have. “And, well, I’ve also prepared many things for us when time will come.” He nodded to himself, not really letting the other know of his so called ‘many things’. Mostly for legal stuff. So Marc’s not gonna be interested in that stuff.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Thought I was supposed to be the one planning for any and all scenarios." Maybe he had decidedly rubbed off on Steven during their time together. He seemed to be in a slightly lighter mood, being out of the cave he had called an apartment. They all had their bad days, after all- But he was used to his being taken out on bad people.

[whoisstevengrant]

Looking all smug, Steven smirked and huffed. “I’ve learned to be prepared for the worst. Especially in our line of work.” He said as if he was and works just like the other two were. “So now, we have nothing to worry.” He nodded as the scenery outside the vehicle changed from the cluster city view to a more forest-like; in Long Island.

Up ahead, the Grant Mansion stood as the car drove to the driveway and parked as Steven got out first.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Nothings stopping you from coming back, you know." He murmured. "If you get bored of all the boring businessman and partying, that is." He smirked. He watched him get out, and god– Hed never felt more out of place than he was in that moment. He was dressed in sweatpants and a black compression tshirt, along with his combat boots.

[whoisstevengrant]

Looking back to see Marc’s reaction, Steven couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s not that grand, Marc. Besides, it’s in your name. Well, I put it in your name— Spector.” He smirked and walked up ahead of the other. “I’ll show you around. But first, we gotta eat.” He said, opening the main door and waited for the other to enter.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Not that grand? The place is huge– I feel like I should be in a suit or something. I think you're severely underestimating how grandeur this is." He'd always lived small, humble; lightly packed, always on the move. But this? It was.. wow. He knew he'd become a millionaire.. but that really cemented it in.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

“For the first time since I can remember, I don’t feel alone. Because of you.”

@whoisstevengrant

"Steven.." There's a softness to his voice that many don't get the privilege to hear. His expression softens when he looks at him, and it's if all tension had melted away from him. @whoisstevengrant

[whoisstevengrant]

A warm, soft and gentle smile appeared on his face as he confessed. Steven lets out a little breathy chuckle the moment he saw just how soft Marc’s stoic and usually cold expression morphed into. “I’m really glad to have you around, Marc.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He doesn't know what's come over him. It's the first time since the Duat he's had the courage to, but he surges forward and wraps his arms around him tightly, eyes squeezed shut. It wasnt often he got emotional, but oh.. If Steven didn't know exactly what buttons to push.

[whoisstevengrant]

A soft and brief ‘oof’ at the sudden embrace had him slowly wrapping his arms around Marc, slowly squeezing back as he takes a deep breath in and out. Letting the moment last just a little longer, Steven patted his back before he spoke. “Really missed me, didn’t ya?”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

It was the first intimate contact since they'd became separated outside of the land of the dead. His face was practically pressed into his shoulder. "I'm not used to things being so quiet." He mutters. He was so used to watching Steven's everyday life, that it felt dull for him now.

[whoisstevengrant]

“I know. My life’s much chaotic than yours way before we even got separated.” He said, chuckling and rubbing Marc’s back. He could feel each words vibrate against his shoulder, feeling a little ticklish as he slightly shuffles in place. “I’ve always been one to yap your head off, maybe that’s also a reason.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"That's debatable.." Considering when Steven wasn't in control, he was running around doing Khonshu's bidding. "I did my best to make sure I didn't mess up your life while I was running around doing Khonshu's bidding." That certainly didn't last though, did it?

[whoisstevengrant]

Slowly, Steven pursed his lips to a pout. “Hmmm.. maybe my life’s chaotic cause of you and Khonshu.” He mused, mostly to himself but spoke it out loud. Releasing Marc in his hug, he started to rethink of all the times that might have counted as chaotic in his previous museum work life and Marc’s interventions.

“You clearly had the weirdest intentions in my life, that’s for sure. I mean, that time you set up a date for me? Psh.” His head shaking, finding it hilarious now. “Thought my memory lapse—again, when I didn’t remember asking anyone out. Like, ever.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"That's because you didn't ask anyone out." Marc had intended to go on that date, truly– But then Khonshu had dragged him on another mission, and they'd missed it. "Khonshu dragged me out on a mission for the next three days and I was out of the country." He shakes his head in exasperation. "Probably for the best, I guess."

[whoisstevengrant]

“I got things going on! I can’t be dating when I have that ankle restraints was tied to the post of my bed.” Steven easily defended, pouting. “Besides, you had a wife you never revealed… so we can call it even.” He huffs softly. “Probably for the best.” He repeats before turning to face the TV. The plot of whatever he was watching still lost in mind.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckled, smirking. "On the contrary.. Some women might find that as a plus, you know– Kinky." He smirked, unable to help himself from teasing. "To be fair.. You were never supposed to find out about me." He murmured, looking at him.

[whoisstevengrant]

Slowly, he turns to face Marc. A deadpan and also horrified look in his eyes. “I did not find my sleeping disorder kinky, Marc. What if one night I just might do something to the poor lady?” And don’t get him started on the sand circle around his bed. Ugh. Makes him look crazy.

“With how strange my life’s been? I would have gone crazy… so I think it was for the better that I found out.” He looks back at him, smiling. “If I didn’t then I wouldn’t be enjoying your company now.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He couldn't help but laugh at the expression on his face. "Your sleep disorder was me using the body." He said with a deadpan, raising an eyebrow at him. "It's the 21st century, Steven– Anyone's first thought would probably be you're trying to spice things up." He smirked at him. "I do hope you're better at organizing your things now, though.." his expression falters at his words, softening. "Steven.."

[whoisstevengrant]

The audacity of Marc Spector. Ugh. Well, he at least has better image now. In the public that is. Still can’t be great at romance and dating though, that was something he was sure about. “Any rational and sane person would turn the other way.” He said with a huff. “My things are organized.” And it’s called controlled chaos. When he heard Marc’s soft tone, he pouts. “Don’t get all sappy now… you’re gonna make me cry.” He threatens jokingly.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Youre barking up the wrong tree, because we don't have a sane bone in our body." He huffs out in amusement. "Your apartment was a mess. Now you can afford proper bookshelves." He smirks, teasing him. "Dunno what you're talking about.. I'm not soft." He murmured, hazel eyes staring up at him, even still with that softened expression. Only he could bring out this side of him.

[whoisstevengrant]

“Well, I clearly thought I was sane before meeting you.” Steven scoffed, head shaking. His eyes were already getting teary. “You are soft. Just tough exterior.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"The very sane man with a sand barrier around his bed and tape on his door?" He teases with a smirk. "C'mon, don't cry steven.." He murmurs. He hated seeing him upset, and the time apart hadn't made that any different.

[whoisstevengrant]

He sniffles, lips still pursed as he humphed softly to look away. “If you stop being sappy… ugh—now you’re gonna make me cry…”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Would it make you feel better if I punched you in the face or something?" He teases, grinning. He can't help himself; though, it wouldn't be the first time either.

[whoisstevengrant]

He sharply looks back at Marc, glaring with a watery eyes and a pouty lips. “You’ve punched me in our face! I should be punching you in the face for revenge!” Because it should be only fair. Steven didn’t get to get back at him yet.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"You kissed my wife!" He shot right back. "You're lucky I didn't throw us off a cliff.." he huffed. He can't stop himself when he suddenly reaches over, thumbs gently wiping away his tears, expression soft. "I'm not worth crying over, Steven."

[whoisstevengrant]

Still pouting as the tears in his eyes were wiped away, Steven averted his line of sight and puffed his cheeks a little. “If you threw us off a cliff, we wouldn’t be here right now…” He muttered softly before a humphed. “You don’t get to decide what or whom I cry for… stupid.” He still was mad for that punch. He’ll punch Marc in return… soon.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Oh cmon, don't be like that." He couldn't hide the smile even in his voice seeing how adorable Steven was being, resisting the urge to laugh quietly. His thumb absentmindedly brushed over his puffed up cheeks, lips pressed together tightly.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Don't worry about me– I was already awake." He mumbles, eyes barely managing to stay open. He was sat on the floor, shirt tossed somewhere else- Gotten too hot. His skin glistened with cold sweat, messy curls falling against his forehead. He was exhausted.

[whoisstevengrant]

“Awake for how long?” Steven asked, picking up Marc’s shirt and other clothes that was laying around the floor. An exasperated sigh left his lips, making his way to place the armful of clothes he picked up over to the hamper. “Just what did you do the whole night?”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He dragged a hand down his face exhaustedly, weary eyes moving to look up at Steven. "I.. Don't know." He answers honestly, almost timidly. "Couldn't sleep." He mumbles. He'd tossed and turned practically the whole night, paced around the apartment until he was exhausted.

[whoisstevengrant]

Dusting his hand the moment the soiled shirts were placed in the hamper, Steven turns to face Marc. “Hmm. Looks like it.” He then moves towards the bed, taking a seat at where the other’s feet would be. “Seems like you’ve got a lot in mind. Do you… wanna talk about it?” Not sure that Marc would even be in the mood or state to want ti share things with him… but hey! Reaching an olive branch or something of that kind.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Didn't get enough of me when you were in my head still?" He jokes weakly. "I don't.." he was quiet a moment, inhaling a breath, "I don't know how much it'll even help." His voice is quiet. "You deserve to have your own life without me holding you back Steven." And he felt like he was being selfish.

[whoisstevengrant]

The joke didn’t really… well yes. It was a very weak joke and Steven couldn’t help but give Marc’s foot a pat. For trying.

“You? Holding me back?” He lets out a small chuckle, head slightly shaking. “I mean, you messed up a little of both of our lives, sure,” He shrugs a shoulder. “But we both made it work. Before all these.” Gesturing to their now separated forms.

Smiling softly, staring at the patterns on the sheets. “Sometimes makes me muss you and your useless rambling in my head.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He fidgeted with the small artifact that he kept around his neck, biting the inside of his cheek. "Believe me.. I didn't enjoy doing it. If any of us deserved to be happy, it's you." And hed done everything he could back then to not make his presence known, even if it meant being like that. "I just.." He looks away. "It feels selfish how many times I've... Wanted to put it back together." Them. He wasn't good at talking about his feelings.

[whoisstevengrant]

Slowly, he looks back up to Marc’s face. His words made him reminisce their misadventures. Knowing the man, Steven can tell it took him so much effort to just utter those words. Even if most of it wasn’t the actual words he wanted to say.

“I mean, I’m having the best time of my life, thank you for asking.” Then, his voice softens gently. “But I don’t mind having to share bodies and headspace again. Actually researched ways to…” he made vague gestures.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckles tiredly. "You deserve every bit of it." He murmured softly. "I just.. I don't know. Things have been– Slow, Laylas busy doing her own avatar stuff and it just doesn't.. Feel– Right. We shouldn't be separated all the time like this, at least not like.." Their living situations being different.

[whoisstevengrant]

Listening, Steven’s head slowly nods along before he took a breath and sighed loudly. “The first few months really were hard. For me. It wasn’t easy and you clearly had been doing a great job taking care of me—and ourselves back then.” Makes him amazed that Marc was able to live through life with him and even made sure he didn’t know about their previous occupation. “Actually makes me selfish to think that I’d like to live life back the way it was. With you two.” A saddened smile on his lips as he paused, remembering just how fun and… warm it was back then. “So, I think you’re not wrong to feel just as selfish to get back together. Also glad that you and Layla are at least talking despite everything.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"You should've told me." He muttered softly, looking up at him. He would've never minded if Steven had wanted to stay with him, in regards to their home. "Watching you be happy.. It was like watching something I felt I could never have." But deserved. Or maybe he didn't, for all the harm he's caused. "I sure as hell don't deserve it.. Part of me wishes I could be out there with her, even after everything." It was all he'd known, since Khonshu had found him. "..You're too far away all the time anymore." He shocked them both, with how much he was willing to admit.

[whoisstevengrant]

Hearing Marc’s unfiltered words being revealed so easily had Steven sighing softly. The man can’t really just be more honest with him and himself. “And far do you want either of us around you?” Asking just to make sure. He had also missed their closeness. This kind of closeness.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I just.. I don't know. I don't want to take away from everything you've worked so hard for." For them. Marc used to be the one making them all the money. And while he still made enough for himself, he often found himself wondering if he was still needed.

[whoisstevengrant]

“You’re not taking away anything from me, I can tell you that.” Steven replied easily, smirking and feeling smug and proud about his achievements. “I’m actually glad I can help all of us easily with whatever we need— what you need. I know how demanding that old bird is.” A frown and sour expression appeared on his face at the mention of Khonshu. He still wasn’t a fan of him. Yet. “So, really, Marc. You aren’t taking anything from me. I’m doing things for us.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

That damn smirk would be the death of him. He couldn't help but chuckle quietly at the sour look on his face. "I know you don't like him, and the feelings mutual.. But we wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Khonshu finding me that night." But Steven knew that already, after they'd gone through their shared memories.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven lets out a long sigh, nodding. “Yeah, yeah. Without him I wouldn’t have been Mr. Knight.” He almost said it so mournfully. And as much as he doesn’t get much action from being a vigilante, working to help both Marc and Jake was… rewarding.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckled. "Here I thought you couldn't get away from that quick enough." But knowing what an Egyptian.. fanatic Steven was, he supposed he shouldn't be surprised that he missed it too. He often wondered if Khonshu had already found another.

[whoisstevengrant]

“A man’s gotta have some thrill and action some times in his life!” He protested, pouting. Sure, he has missed fighting bad guys, roaming to Egypt and the likes… but now, he can do that and more! Just… probably less on the fighting but still. “Has that old bird been mean to you lately? He can be mean to me sometimes…”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Don't let him get to you." He couldn't help but chuckle at the pout. "For someone with no training prior, you did a lot better than most." He had admittedly been impressed as time went on in his travels, despite the fuck ups along the way.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven hums. “Guess it was also thanks to your body. You know, body memory and things like that. Probably why it was easy.” He had read that in a book and along his research too. So it was able to make sense. “Besides, I’m training to be much better now, so, yeaah.” He nodded his head, a little shy to reveal t Marc about what he does in his free time.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"You'll have to show me." He hadn't certainly piqued his interest now, and it wasn't exactly a challenge when he took down bad guys. He hadn't had anyone to actually spar with in a long time. "I'm not sure that's how it works in our specific situation.." it would certainly help him sleep easier at night, knowing he could properly defend himself.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

“For the first time since I can remember, I don’t feel alone. Because of you.”

@whoisstevengrant

"Steven.." There's a softness to his voice that many don't get the privilege to hear. His expression softens when he looks at him, and it's if all tension had melted away from him. @whoisstevengrant

[whoisstevengrant]

A warm, soft and gentle smile appeared on his face as he confessed. Steven lets out a little breathy chuckle the moment he saw just how soft Marc’s stoic and usually cold expression morphed into. “I’m really glad to have you around, Marc.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He doesn't know what's come over him. It's the first time since the Duat he's had the courage to, but he surges forward and wraps his arms around him tightly, eyes squeezed shut. It wasnt often he got emotional, but oh.. If Steven didn't know exactly what buttons to push.

[whoisstevengrant]

A soft and brief ‘oof’ at the sudden embrace had him slowly wrapping his arms around Marc, slowly squeezing back as he takes a deep breath in and out. Letting the moment last just a little longer, Steven patted his back before he spoke. “Really missed me, didn’t ya?”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

It was the first intimate contact since they'd became separated outside of the land of the dead. His face was practically pressed into his shoulder. "I'm not used to things being so quiet." He mutters. He was so used to watching Steven's everyday life, that it felt dull for him now.

[whoisstevengrant]

“I know. My life’s much chaotic than yours way before we even got separated.” He said, chuckling and rubbing Marc’s back. He could feel each words vibrate against his shoulder, feeling a little ticklish as he slightly shuffles in place. “I’ve always been one to yap your head off, maybe that’s also a reason.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"That's debatable.." Considering when Steven wasn't in control, he was running around doing Khonshu's bidding. "I did my best to make sure I didn't mess up your life while I was running around doing Khonshu's bidding." That certainly didn't last though, did it?

[whoisstevengrant]

Slowly, Steven pursed his lips to a pout. “Hmmm.. maybe my life’s chaotic cause of you and Khonshu.” He mused, mostly to himself but spoke it out loud. Releasing Marc in his hug, he started to rethink of all the times that might have counted as chaotic in his previous museum work life and Marc’s interventions.

“You clearly had the weirdest intentions in my life, that’s for sure. I mean, that time you set up a date for me? Psh.” His head shaking, finding it hilarious now. “Thought my memory lapse—again, when I didn’t remember asking anyone out. Like, ever.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"That's because you didn't ask anyone out." Marc had intended to go on that date, truly– But then Khonshu had dragged him on another mission, and they'd missed it. "Khonshu dragged me out on a mission for the next three days and I was out of the country." He shakes his head in exasperation. "Probably for the best, I guess."

[whoisstevengrant]

“I got things going on! I can’t be dating when I have that ankle restraints was tied to the post of my bed.” Steven easily defended, pouting. “Besides, you had a wife you never revealed… so we can call it even.” He huffs softly. “Probably for the best.” He repeats before turning to face the TV. The plot of whatever he was watching still lost in mind.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckled, smirking. "On the contrary.. Some women might find that as a plus, you know– Kinky." He smirked, unable to help himself from teasing. "To be fair.. You were never supposed to find out about me." He murmured, looking at him.

[whoisstevengrant]

Slowly, he turns to face Marc. A deadpan and also horrified look in his eyes. “I did not find my sleeping disorder kinky, Marc. What if one night I just might do something to the poor lady?” And don’t get him started on the sand circle around his bed. Ugh. Makes him look crazy.

“With how strange my life’s been? I would have gone crazy… so I think it was for the better that I found out.” He looks back at him, smiling. “If I didn’t then I wouldn’t be enjoying your company now.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He couldn't help but laugh at the expression on his face. "Your sleep disorder was me using the body." He said with a deadpan, raising an eyebrow at him. "It's the 21st century, Steven– Anyone's first thought would probably be you're trying to spice things up." He smirked at him. "I do hope you're better at organizing your things now, though.." his expression falters at his words, softening. "Steven.."

[whoisstevengrant]

The audacity of Marc Spector. Ugh. Well, he at least has better image now. In the public that is. Still can’t be great at romance and dating though, that was something he was sure about. “Any rational and sane person would turn the other way.” He said with a huff. “My things are organized.” And it’s called controlled chaos. When he heard Marc’s soft tone, he pouts. “Don’t get all sappy now… you’re gonna make me cry.” He threatens jokingly.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Youre barking up the wrong tree, because we don't have a sane bone in our body." He huffs out in amusement. "Your apartment was a mess. Now you can afford proper bookshelves." He smirks, teasing him. "Dunno what you're talking about.. I'm not soft." He murmured, hazel eyes staring up at him, even still with that softened expression. Only he could bring out this side of him.

[whoisstevengrant]

“Well, I clearly thought I was sane before meeting you.” Steven scoffed, head shaking. His eyes were already getting teary. “You are soft. Just tough exterior.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"The very sane man with a sand barrier around his bed and tape on his door?" He teases with a smirk. "C'mon, don't cry steven.." He murmurs. He hated seeing him upset, and the time apart hadn't made that any different.

[whoisstevengrant]

He sniffles, lips still pursed as he humphed softly to look away. “If you stop being sappy… ugh—now you’re gonna make me cry…”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Would it make you feel better if I punched you in the face or something?" He teases, grinning. He can't help himself; though, it wouldn't be the first time either.

[whoisstevengrant]

He sharply looks back at Marc, glaring with a watery eyes and a pouty lips. “You’ve punched me in our face! I should be punching you in the face for revenge!” Because it should be only fair. Steven didn’t get to get back at him yet.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"You kissed my wife!" He shot right back. "You're lucky I didn't throw us off a cliff.." he huffed. He can't stop himself when he suddenly reaches over, thumbs gently wiping away his tears, expression soft. "I'm not worth crying over, Steven."

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"I said I'm not interested in any company right now, go away." He grumbled, staring out at the view from where he sat on the floor of the room, half empty bottle in hand. "Shut the door on your way out."

[whoisstevengrant]

The room stunk of liquor and Marc’s few days old unwashed laundry that caused Steven to scrunch up his noise from the smell. Doing the exact opposite of what the other tells him to do, making his way towards him, Steven scoffed. “Could ask nicely next time, you know.” A long sigh left his lips the moment he got closer and saw several empty bottles littered by the man’s side. “How long have you holed yourself here?”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He averted his gaze at the question, swallowing thickly; dark curls falling around his eyes, lips pressed into a thin line. "Does it really matter?" He muttered. They were all signs that Marc was getting bad again, wasn't sleeping well. He sighed heavily, wrapping his arms around himself tightly. He'd barely left the apartment for the last several days, couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten either.

[whoisstevengrant]

Evading the question, just like he knew Marc would do, Steven sighed once more before reaching to help the man up to stand. “It really matters when you and the place looks like this, Marc.” He then placed him on the bed before he moves to pick up all the empty bottles. The smell made him recoil back before he lets out a disgusted noise. “And you need a bath. Plus the place needs cleaning.” Ugh. He needs to call house keeping. The whole place was a mess!

Turning to face the other, he gives him a soft look before a hand was placed on his shoulder. “Wanna talk about it after bath? You need one. Now.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

A noise of surprise left the back of his throat when Steven suddenly and literally moved him onto the bed, blinking in surprise. He sighed heavily, dragging a hand through his messy curls. The hand on his shoulder makes him entire body relax, hazel eyes looking up tiredly. "What, you gonna throw me in the bath too?" He snorts, words half hearted if anything. Being separated at the beginning has been.. nice, but without the protection of both of them in his headspace, it had him struggling. Badly.

[whoisstevengrant]

Having his own solid and personal body outside to actually interact and talk to people, doing his own thing without being interrupted was… nice. Hence why he now has have gotten quite the hefty cash in their wallets and an enterprise to his name.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He replies, pulling out his phone to text his secretary to send in house-keeping to Marc’s address. “Now, should I carry you to the baths or you’re going to walk yourself there?” Steven asked, squeezing his shoulder.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Steven!" A strangled sound escaped the back of his throat. The response he gets catches him off guard, feeling the warmth flood to his cheeks unexpectedly. He grumbled, eyes fixated on the floor at the question. He didn't want to do anything, if he was completely honest with himself. His lips were pressed together tightly, arms hugged around himself.

[whoisstevengrant]

When he got no response and saw Marc hugging himself, Steven couldn’t help but feel bad at his earlier comments. A slight furrow in his brows, he slowly sat down beside Marc. “How about we head over to my place? I had my secretary call house-keeping to clean this place up—hope you don’t mind.” A small smile on his face. “I can show you what I’ve been up to lately.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He was flustered, but he also just felt terrible at the moment. Usually at least one of them was here with him, and he felt.. lonely. He felt like he was the one falling behind now. As much as he'd hate to admit it– A fucked up part of him missed being moon knight. "It's not that bad."

[whoisstevengrant]

A frown and scrunched up look appeared at Marc’s words. “Hmn. I’d beg to differ. You smell spoiled and salty. We can head to my place and enjoy the sauna. Then, you can tell me all about what’s eating you up.” He removes his suit, placing it over Marc as he slowly guides him to stand back up. “We can then also have lunch and dinner together— or brunch. I think you haven’t had breakfast, from the look of it. So, brunch and dinner.” Already listing the things they’d do on their way out the door.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Salty?" He snorts, shaking his head. He was unsteady on his feet as he's made to stand, exhaling a slow breath. At the mention of food, his body betrayed him and growled loudly. "I don't have yours or Jake's protection anymore." He mumbled. At least, not in the way they had protected him from himself. It had been worse on his psyche since their separation– Both mentally and physically.

[whoisstevengrant]

“Yes, salty. And not the ocean kind of salty scent.” Steven walks them both to the door. Still walking and helping anchor Marc on his side. At his words, he glances at him and gave him a soft smile. “And we’d be happy to be back together with you too.” He said with the outmost honesty. “Which is why I’ve been busy finding reason for our current situation and researching ways to get back.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He sighed. "I just.. I don't see a reason we have to be separated this much." He mutters, gesturing vaguely around the room. The way they lived separately too. More times than hed care to admit had he woken up, wishing Steven was there with him. Separation aside– They should've at least been in one another's vicinity.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven looks back to the inside of Marc’s apartment, slowly frowning and closing the door behind them as they walked out the hallway. “Well, for one, three of us in one little space wouldn’t be enough. We’d have to move. Probably my place is better.” He stated things of how big his land and home was— enough for all three of them before they reached his car.

“I’ve even got us a mooncopter. Still learning to drive it, but I’m sure you’ll easily be able to.” He mused as he ushered Marc in first and slipped inside too. Once the door closed, he signaled his chauffeur to drive back home.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"..You have a what now?" A scoff of disbelief escapes him at Steven's words, suddenly turning to look at him. "I used to fly in the military– I was a pilot and aviator." He might not could drive a car– But he could drive that. "What else have you been hiding from me, huh?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

[whoisstevengrant]

He can’t help but roll his eyes at the teasing accusation. “Not really hiding. We going to surprise you both. But well, I just am too excited to share to you I guess.” Steven smirked as he then continued to share. “Well, I’ve also got us Angelwing— secondary air vehicle. Also, had us the limo. Jake drives it sometimes.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

God. "Just full of surprises today, aren't you?" He shakes his head, completely flabbergasted. "What exactly do we need aircrafts for, though?" He looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He supposed it could be useful to avoid paying for flights all the time, if nothing else.

[whoisstevengrant]

Steven looks at Marc like there could be only one reason for a personal aeroplane. “So we don’t have to get cancelled flights, Marc. And, It’s very silent too so, no noise— surprising enemies when you drop down.” As if it was the normal reason to have. “And, well, I’ve also prepared many things for us when time will come.” He nodded to himself, not really letting the other know of his so called ‘many things’. Mostly for legal stuff. So Marc’s not gonna be interested in that stuff.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Thought I was supposed to be the one planning for any and all scenarios." Maybe he had decidedly rubbed off on Steven during their time together. He seemed to be in a slightly lighter mood, being out of the cave he had called an apartment. They all had their bad days, after all- But he was used to his being taken out on bad people.

[whoisstevengrant]

Looking all smug, Steven smirked and huffed. “I’ve learned to be prepared for the worst. Especially in our line of work.” He said as if he was and works just like the other two were. “So now, we have nothing to worry.” He nodded as the scenery outside the vehicle changed from the cluster city view to a more forest-like; in Long Island.

Up ahead, the Grant Mansion stood as the car drove to the driveway and parked as Steven got out first.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Nothings stopping you from coming back, you know." He murmured. "If you get bored of all the boring businessman and partying, that is." He smirked. He watched him get out, and god– Hed never felt more out of place than he was in that moment. He was dressed in sweatpants and a black compression tshirt, along with his combat boots.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

“For the first time since I can remember, I don’t feel alone. Because of you.”

@whoisstevengrant

"Steven.." There's a softness to his voice that many don't get the privilege to hear. His expression softens when he looks at him, and it's if all tension had melted away from him. @whoisstevengrant

[whoisstevengrant]

A warm, soft and gentle smile appeared on his face as he confessed. Steven lets out a little breathy chuckle the moment he saw just how soft Marc’s stoic and usually cold expression morphed into. “I’m really glad to have you around, Marc.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He doesn't know what's come over him. It's the first time since the Duat he's had the courage to, but he surges forward and wraps his arms around him tightly, eyes squeezed shut. It wasnt often he got emotional, but oh.. If Steven didn't know exactly what buttons to push.

[whoisstevengrant]

A soft and brief ‘oof’ at the sudden embrace had him slowly wrapping his arms around Marc, slowly squeezing back as he takes a deep breath in and out. Letting the moment last just a little longer, Steven patted his back before he spoke. “Really missed me, didn’t ya?”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

It was the first intimate contact since they'd became separated outside of the land of the dead. His face was practically pressed into his shoulder. "I'm not used to things being so quiet." He mutters. He was so used to watching Steven's everyday life, that it felt dull for him now.

[whoisstevengrant]

“I know. My life’s much chaotic than yours way before we even got separated.” He said, chuckling and rubbing Marc’s back. He could feel each words vibrate against his shoulder, feeling a little ticklish as he slightly shuffles in place. “I’ve always been one to yap your head off, maybe that’s also a reason.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"That's debatable.." Considering when Steven wasn't in control, he was running around doing Khonshu's bidding. "I did my best to make sure I didn't mess up your life while I was running around doing Khonshu's bidding." That certainly didn't last though, did it?

[whoisstevengrant]

Slowly, Steven pursed his lips to a pout. “Hmmm.. maybe my life’s chaotic cause of you and Khonshu.” He mused, mostly to himself but spoke it out loud. Releasing Marc in his hug, he started to rethink of all the times that might have counted as chaotic in his previous museum work life and Marc’s interventions.

“You clearly had the weirdest intentions in my life, that’s for sure. I mean, that time you set up a date for me? Psh.” His head shaking, finding it hilarious now. “Thought my memory lapse—again, when I didn’t remember asking anyone out. Like, ever.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"That's because you didn't ask anyone out." Marc had intended to go on that date, truly– But then Khonshu had dragged him on another mission, and they'd missed it. "Khonshu dragged me out on a mission for the next three days and I was out of the country." He shakes his head in exasperation. "Probably for the best, I guess."

[whoisstevengrant]

“I got things going on! I can’t be dating when I have that ankle restraints was tied to the post of my bed.” Steven easily defended, pouting. “Besides, you had a wife you never revealed… so we can call it even.” He huffs softly. “Probably for the best.” He repeats before turning to face the TV. The plot of whatever he was watching still lost in mind.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He chuckled, smirking. "On the contrary.. Some women might find that as a plus, you know– Kinky." He smirked, unable to help himself from teasing. "To be fair.. You were never supposed to find out about me." He murmured, looking at him.

[whoisstevengrant]

Slowly, he turns to face Marc. A deadpan and also horrified look in his eyes. “I did not find my sleeping disorder kinky, Marc. What if one night I just might do something to the poor lady?” And don’t get him started on the sand circle around his bed. Ugh. Makes him look crazy.

“With how strange my life’s been? I would have gone crazy… so I think it was for the better that I found out.” He looks back at him, smiling. “If I didn’t then I wouldn’t be enjoying your company now.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He couldn't help but laugh at the expression on his face. "Your sleep disorder was me using the body." He said with a deadpan, raising an eyebrow at him. "It's the 21st century, Steven– Anyone's first thought would probably be you're trying to spice things up." He smirked at him. "I do hope you're better at organizing your things now, though.." his expression falters at his words, softening. "Steven.."

[whoisstevengrant]

The audacity of Marc Spector. Ugh. Well, he at least has better image now. In the public that is. Still can’t be great at romance and dating though, that was something he was sure about. “Any rational and sane person would turn the other way.” He said with a huff. “My things are organized.” And it’s called controlled chaos. When he heard Marc’s soft tone, he pouts. “Don’t get all sappy now… you’re gonna make me cry.” He threatens jokingly.

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Youre barking up the wrong tree, because we don't have a sane bone in our body." He huffs out in amusement. "Your apartment was a mess. Now you can afford proper bookshelves." He smirks, teasing him. "Dunno what you're talking about.. I'm not soft." He murmured, hazel eyes staring up at him, even still with that softened expression. Only he could bring out this side of him.

[whoisstevengrant]

“Well, I clearly thought I was sane before meeting you.” Steven scoffed, head shaking. His eyes were already getting teary. “You are soft. Just tough exterior.”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"The very sane man with a sand barrier around his bed and tape on his door?" He teases with a smirk. "C'mon, don't cry steven.." He murmurs. He hated seeing him upset, and the time apart hadn't made that any different.

[whoisstevengrant]

He sniffles, lips still pursed as he humphed softly to look away. “If you stop being sappy… ugh—now you’re gonna make me cry…”

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

"Would it make you feel better if I punched you in the face or something?" He teases, grinning. He can't help himself; though, it wouldn't be the first time either.