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[fightingevilbymoonknight]

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[scarabwings]

"And my books, and any equipment we pull together..." She exhales a quiet huff of laughter, breath warm against his skin.

"Sounds a bit like early days, doesn't it? What was it we used for a planning station in Saint Petersburg? Milk crates?"

She manages to swallow the question that wants to follow, slightly melancholy - do you miss it? Things hadn't actually been simple then, she's fairly certain, but they'd felt that way. The missions had been smaller, when the gods and monsters were just starting to stir, before Ammit's cult had grown into a threat.

[fightingevilbymoonknight]

"I think they were wine crates, actually," Marc chuckles, with a little clear nostalgia, himself. He sighs, then, and strokes her back, mostly idly but a little for both their comfort. "We're starting from scratch, out here. That might be a good thing, y'know. There's no gods trying to get in the way, at least. And I'm not having to hide Steven."

[scarabwings]

"Mm. If we drank all the wine in them, that might be why my memory's a bit foggy."

She relaxes slowly into his touch, the familiar comfort of his presence. Her hand drifts up to curl at the base of his skull, fingers threading through his hair, scraching lightly against his scalp.

"A chance to do right by each other, sort some of our shit out before getting tossed back into our own lives?" She smiles, brief and flickering. "That might actually be worth the aliens."

[fightingevilbymoonknight]

"I am tryin' to do right by you, this time," he says, voice a little lower. "Aliens or not." And he's not holding his breath that they'll ever make it home, but he won't say that out loud. There's honestly not much he'd miss from London, if they never made it back; Layla's here, Steven's here, he's got a job to do... if it weren't for the alien threat, it'd be pretty great, actually.

[scarabwings]

"I know," she says quietly. "I know. And you are."

She uncurls a little, and leans in to kiss him, softly and with no intent other than affection.