So this is my first introduction into this fandom, OMG Layla is my queen and Marc/Steven are my comfort characters 3
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Layla perched on the side of the bed, watching Steven with intense curiosity and patience. Though growing in self-confidence and self-expression, Steven was still naturally shy, and easily overwhelmed. Often having to coax him to speak about his mind when matters didn't come easily to him. For the first time since he had come into her life, discovering Marc's DID, Steven was opening up about his life prior to their meeting. Marc had always been a private person when it came to personal matters, it took him so long to talk about his past and what he did for a living. Steven was a chatty person but he had his privacy and secrets as much as anyone, but he never talked about his worklife or how he earned an income. "So, you worked at a museum" Layla questioned, it would explain why he had so many books on ancient Egypt and how he knew so much, it was his fixation and a matter he deeply involved himself in.
Steven smiled bashfully, hiding underneath his curls in a way Layla always found so endearing, unaware of how charming he truly was. Compared to the confident dominance that Marc showed so naturally, sweeping her off her feet, teasing her. Steven drew people to him, this bashful, intriguing manner that made you want to learn more of him. "Yeah, I mean… a gift shop employee, but… still a valuable member kinda…" Steven mumbled, his voice nervous laughing shakily. The amount of shit he put up with, carrying boxes alone, forced to pick up the slack nobody else wanted. The injuries, mistakes and clean up he had been forced to deal with. Even the cleaners felt sorry for Steven, but never spoke up out of fear of losing their own jobs. Layla felt a familiar twang in her stomach, one of concern, the kind when her intuition told her something was wrong, when they were hiding something from her. Steven's job didn't sound like the daydream that he made it out to be. The ideal job where he never had complaints or little problems. She knew there was more to this story, reasons why Steven lost his job and that Marc had inadvertently been involved.
"They treated you like shit" Marc huffed, he had seen it all from the back wheel, watching him take the abuse. Wishing he could take control and protect him, stand up for him. Knowing that Steven took it all on the chin and never complained.
"He's a shy one" Tawaret soothed from within Layla's mind, having the hippo goddess in her mind gave her a profoundly enlightened mentality, a new way to approach both Steven and Marc.
Steven had never been one to make a scene and was always the softer approach, introverted, gentle and passive aggressive. But she needed to know the truth, she gazed at Steven suspiciously, she could see in Steven's eyes that Marc had said something to unsettle him "What's Marc saying" she pressed. She didn't want to be left in the dark about all of this, she didn't want to be left guessing and assuming the worst. Steven's cheeks flushed red, an expression of embarrassment forming on his face, he hated bringing this all up now, it felt like a lifetime ago. It was all in the past and it no longer mattered, he'd never see any of them again. Even if he had loved that job, even if it made him happy, it wasn't worth it. Giving tours to school children, teaching them about Egypt on the sly even if it got him into trouble. Giving personalised gifts to customers in hopes of making their visit special. Hating the misinformation that got spread, how Donna never truly put any heart or soul into the job, all she cared about was the paycheck. Layla edged closer to him, reaching out to take his hand, brushing her fingers with his, before he shyly accepted her hand in his, softly squeezing it to reassure him, reminding him he was safe, that she was here. He didn't need to shield his mind from her, he didn't have to brush off his problems as if they were a burden. "Hey, Steven…. It's me ok? You can tell me anything" Layla soothed, he never had to hide anything from her. The fact that Marc had previously been somewhat of an asshole to him, Steven still had issues speaking up, addressing what was on his mind. Worried about upsetting Marc, sometimes they argued still but were better at sharing and taking control, respecting the others boundaries and communicating better. Sometimes he would hide for days, causing both of them to worry due to hiding his feelings. Later Marc had admitted how empty and lonely it had briefly felt when Steven had died, trapped in the duat. Refusing to leave him behind, that he wasn't whole without him. Something that still filled him with anxiety when Steven closed himself off from Marc.
"Such a sweetheart, Layla, he's too good for this world. You're so good to him" Tawaret sniffled
Steven gazed at Layla from under his lashes, swallowing bravely, he felt himself melting, the layers of his anxiety fading as he gazed into those soft brown eyes of hers. Making him feel safe, knowing he could say anything, he swallowed, licking his lips as he paced himself. Marc whispering words of encouragement to him within his mind, urging him to continue. "I… Donna, my old boss, I…. I begged her to let me be a tour guide, y'know show kids around, teach them stuff. Better pay, better hours, I knew my shit..." he trailed off, his eyes widening after he realised in his enthusiasm he had cursed. Donna had to be the worst boss he had ever endured, now that he was able to reflect he could have left any time and never once been missed. He wasn't valued at that job or appreciated in the least. Layla smiled, Steven was still getting used to openly cursing, which was adorable. Sometimes he would become so intense in his hobbies that it would just slip out. Seeing the normally mild mannered man lose his temper was surprising. "… er sorry love, anyway; I mean the job had piss poor hours, nobody knew my name, or… remembered it. I would sneak off from the gift shop, show kids around and tell em about Egypt" he mumbled
Layla softened, she loved listening to Steven talk about his hobbies, she knew it meant something to him, all the shelves of books, every single one of them he memorised by heart. As an archaeologist, she shared the same passions around Egypt as he did, she'd poured herself into many of his books before. Sometimes sitting up all hours talking with him until they fell asleep. It was this very hobby that had saved the world, because of him, they had stopped Ammit, the end of the world and millions of souls being judged before their time, sacrificed to her. Steven had fought bravely, proving to himself and Khonshu that he wasn't weak or useless, Khonshu was wrong about him, everyone was wrong about Steven. He wasn't useless, nor was he stupid, he must have been lonely all this time, nobody ever truly understanding him. People making him feel like a burden, a waste and unlovable.
"She sounds utterly despicable, how did he abide such a witch" Tawaret huffed
Layla couldn't help but agree, everyone made mistakes, her, Marc and Steven, it was a natural human flaw. Knowing Steven had endured this for so long broke her heart. She had this gnawing feeling that the abuse he tolerated at work wasn't just verbal. She squeezed his hand softly, allowing him to shift his focus back to her, taking in her concerned appearance, the fire behind her eyes, the rage she was trying to calm within herself "Steven, did she hurt you?" she asked.
"Steven? Hurt?! Has she inflicted harm on our boys?" Tawaret ranted, Layla mutually shared this feeling, knowing how much grief, guilt and pain Marc carried within himself. How much she loved him, how far she would go to protect him.
Steven stared at her, briefly escaping into a world of his own, causing Layla to worry that Marc would front so he could avoid the subject altogether. Hesitation dancing behind his eyes as he considered how to respond to her question. But to her relief, he merely spaced out, contemplating the question "What?! No, never she…. I mean she was a bitch but…" Steven laughed, his voice nervous. Donna was always one bad day away from losing her temper, someone always gave her a bad coffee, someone was always on her shit list. It was just easier to take it out on him. But he never complained, reported her or quit, he never thought there was another option.
"She threatened to throw you in a sarcophagus" Marc growled, piercing his thoughts. His vision appears in the mirror nearby, his voice loud and echoing, filling the room. The silence that followed as Marc relayed the truth was painful. The gentle drip of the tap, the tick of the clock. Marc could remember it all, all the moments he had observed behind Steven's eyes, eager to protect him. Knowing Steven had been locked in one during their time in the afterlife, locked away in a place he feared, it angered him. Steven shifted awkwardly, ashamed of denying the truth, prepared to be scolded.
Layla glared, her eyes darkening with rage, Steven shivered with fear, wondering if she would snap and yell at him. Her blood bubbling and a volatile rage pouring through her, her mind a mess with emotions. She knew it was bad but she never knew it got that serious, that Steven had hidden this from her, that Marc had never mentioned it. What the fuck?! Now that she knew about their DID, the abuse their mother inflicted on them, their childhood, everything they had tolerated. Both of them harboured scars, Steven would come out when Marc was under severe stress or wanted to hide, Marc would surface when Steven felt stressed, distressed or scared. They protected each other, looked after one another, like brothers. Their boss, Donna had threatened them, she had threatened sweet, sweet Steven who wouldn't hurt a fly.
"Layla, calm down, he's safe, he's with us now, it's in the past" Tawaret's voice soothed softly
Steven hesitantly moved closer, gripping her hand tightly, she hadn't spoken a word and yet he could see the storm behind her eyes, all the unspoken words she wanted to say. Wishing he knew what was on her mind, wishing she would give him a hint "I… Layla? Love?..." he trailed off shakily, she looked angry. He hadn't seen her this angry since she learned the truth of her father's demise since she watched Harrow murder them. He'd learned to approach her temper with caution, coaxing her back down to earth until she was calmer and approachable.
Layla softened, the gentle coaxing of Steven's voice bringing her back, the anger subsiding, gazing back into his brown orbs. She could see the fear behind his eyes, the anxiety, questioning if he had upset her, blaming himself, prepared to hide and allow Marc to control. He had so much endless love for them both, the desire to help them, the desire to keep them safe. She'd scared him, something she had never meant to do, she breathed slowly, calming herself. "Asfu samihni ya Habibi" she soothed, she knew speaking in her native tongue soothed both Steven and Marc, the gentle tone of her voice made them feel better. She remembered the first time she spoke Arabic in front of them, Marc had been stunned in a daydream, Steven looked like a lovestruck puppy, begging her to speak more. The both of them enamoured by her native dialect, now it became part of her ritual with calming their anxieties. She cupped Steven's face, bringing it closer to her own, stroking his cheeks with her thumb, resting her forehead against his. An unspoken gesture of love, comfort, reassurance. Feeling the tension ease, the calmness return, assuring him he was safe. Knowing Steven had gone through that, knowing he had endured abuse at work before he found his safe space. He didn't deserve it, any of it, wishing she had been there "I'm here" she hummed. She would hold him as long as he needed, wait until he wanted to speak again, they didn't have to talk about it any longer.
She heard Tawaret sniffling in her mind "So sweet, oh dear me I wish I had some tissues" the goddess wept.
Layla and Steven marched toward the museum, the familiar route that Steven had once used, the same bus, the same routine. Now it all felt like a distant memory, nearly falling asleep on the bus due to Marc keeping him with his use of their body. Layla storming ahead like the warrior she was, her eyes fiery, confidence in her stride, exuding power. Steven trailing behind her nervously, fiddling with his fingers and avoiding eye contact, staring at anywhere else but his old workplace. "Um… Layla…pet…" Steven mumbled timidly, it wasn't this important, partially wishing he had just avoided the subject. He never thought opening up would lead to this situation.
"She's got this Steven, it's ok buddy" Marc soothed, he hated knowing his alter felt this way. He could feel the anxiety pouring through Steven, nausea in his stomach, the speed of his heartbeat. He wanted to hug him so badly, but all he could do was comfort him in their mind. Ever since the loss of his job at the museum, Steven had frantically been trying to find new employment. Though he had more than enough money thanks to Marc being a millionaire and his work as a mercenary, Steven pressed that he needed a hobby and outlet, preferably these days at a new museum or a bookshop. Marc had promised he and Layla would help him, but so far nothing had come up, meaning they had to wait.
They soon entered the front door, Steven still lingering behind her, desperate not to be seen, hoping to avoid bumping into any old coworkers. This was a level of embarrassment he didn't know he was capable of feeling. He soon came to a staggering halt, as if dragged into a dream, gazing around the museum, admiring the architecture, memories of his old life coming back to him. Still as lovely as he remembered, the tiling, the mosaics, the paintings, the architecture, so many memories. He had fallen in love with the place the first day he got the job, enthusiastic for employment. However he hated that he was placed in the gift shop instead of being able to appreciate his workplace. Layla didn't miss the dreamy look in his eyes, he was in his element. The same level of love he had shown when they entered the pyramid of Giza, entering the tomb of Alexander the great. Watching him express his love for his hobbies.
"Was this his place of employment? The architecture is charming" Tawaret praised eagerly, however their happiness was cut short.
"Well, lookie here, if it isn't little Stevie. Come to beg for your job back?" a familiar voice mocked cruelly, she didn't know why he was showing up here. After he got sacked he had happily walked out and never come back. The gift shop was replaced with someone more capable, who didn't wander off. Maybe he had been so useless at his new place of employment they sacked him on the first day, she wouldn't be surprised. Steven instantly winced visibly, his demeanour becoming small, timid and shy, closing in on himself, Marc felt it. Putting up walls to keep himself as distant from Donna as possible. Willingly leaving an opening for Marc to take control, in hopes they could leave. He hadn't missed Donna in the slightest, her demeaning and patronizing behaviour, glaring at her, a coldness to his usually gentle eyes. He had loved the museum, but he tolerated her at best.
Layla knew Steven was too kind to say anything, he would never start a fight, he was more confident and vocal, but had moments of vulnerability. Steven had always been a lonely soul before he found comfort in Marc and Layla. Over time he became more confident, outspoken and sassy, but even he had his limits and self awareness of his behaviour. He would never use Khonshu's power for self-gain. He didn't want to involve himself with Donna, he didn't want to go back to feeling small. Layla blocked him from Donna's view, shielding him and allowing Steven to hide behind her, glaring Donna down, daring her to say another word. No wonder Steven had been so lonely for so long, quiet, awkward and poor at socialising, was this what Steven had to put up with? Treating him like an incompetent child instead of a person? A grown adult? Steven never had any friends, no family, nobody who had loved or cared for him, the only person he had in the world who looked out for him was Marc. "His name is Steven" she warned, her tone hinted with a growl, he had a name, he had a life, he had a voice and an identity.
"Damn right Layla, protect our sweet boy" Tawaret praised
Donna stared in disbelief, her gaze flitting from Steven to this unfamiliar woman, he'd been busy in the few months he had been sacked. Who was this woman? She was way out of his league, Steven hid behind her like a coward with his tail between his legs. For all she had known him Steven had been a bachelor and hopeless with women. She smirked cruelly "Ey up Stevie, got yourself a babysitter? Someone finally keeping you out of trouble" she mocked.
Steven shot her a dirty look, Layla was more than that, she was his moon, she had believed in him, supported him. Layla had been gentle, encouraging and kind, whenever he panicked, lost faith in himself or thought he wasn't good enough, she told him otherwise. The first girl to initiate a kiss with him, no matter how awkward or clumsy it had been. When he found the map to the tomb, her voice had been calm, gentle and reassuring, she never raised her voice, she never got stern with him, she never demeaned him. Layla always made him vegan food, she always made sure to prepare meals separately for him and Marc. She accepted them, for better or worse, the best thing to happen to them. "She's not my babysitter, she's my girlfriend" he mumbled bitterly, well wife if you were talking about Marc.
"Our woman" Marc reminded him, Layla loved him as much as she did Marc, just differently. They belonged to her, she belonged to them. They shared their time with her, they shared their love with her.
Donna scoffed, staring at him in disbelief, staring at them both, just what the hell was going on? Stevie? The hopeless git from the gift shop? Bloody Stevie got a girlfriend and a bombshell at that. She looked younger than Steven, so where had he met her? He didn't give off the air of a sugar daddy that was for sure.
Layla loomed over Donna with a dark look, this woman was responsible for Steven's insecurities. She never let him grow, thrive and develop in this place, she just pushed him around. Treating him as her personal servant to carry out the petty jobs that nobody else wanted. The temptation to use her power of Tawaret lingered at the back of her mind. "You threatened to lock him in a sarcophagus" she growled, the familiar rage of earlier coming back. Donna went silent, how did she know about that? Had Stevie blabbed? A look of fear forms on her face. "Steven is the softest man I have ever met; brave, loyal, gentle and intelligent. He's not useless, he's not a packhorse and he clearly knows more about this job than you ever hope to dream of" Layla growled. Steven had the kindest heart she had ever met, incapable lying, unable to manipulate or take advantage of others. The most giving, selfless, brave and innocent soul she had ever met.
"Your father would be so proud, I'm such a softy, oh my, tissues" Tawaret sobbed
Steven merely watched in awe, he had completely forgotten about Donna, about his previous anxiety, he was too preoccupied with giving heart eyes to Layla, enamoured by her. She stood there unmoving, not backing down, pouring out her heart with every intention of embarrassing Donna. Part of him wished he had a snack to eat while watching. He was so in love with her, the bravest woman he knew, shining bright like a star, like the goddess she was. He looked like a blushing schoolboy, not that he cared in the slightest, she was protecting him, defending him, so far the only person to do that for him was Marc. Even if he hadn't been honest about it, he would follow this woman to hell and back if she asked him to, no questions asked.
"Someone's got heart eyes" Marc teased, biting back laughter, Steven was giving her the same look he had that night in the dessert. The same soft doe eyed look of love, the same dreamy look when they were at the tomb. Steven felt his cheeks blush like he was caught being naughty, someone walking in on him during a private moment. Fuck, he forgot about Marc. Marc smiled, he was happy for Steven, he knew how lonely he felt as if he was alone and nobody cared. He had tried all his life to protect Steven, to make sure he was happy. Now he had someone else, someone who could love him in the way he deserved. Now he could see how loved he was, that he did and always had mattered
"You threaten him again, my boyfriend again, satutariduk alsuwrat atamziat I" Layla hissed icily. Though her title temporary avatar had been the previous negotiation, she had since decided to make it permanent. Tawaret may have been the goddess of fertility and childbirth, but she had a motherly nature towards Marc, Steven and Layla her avatar. She would happily allow Layla to avenge her lovers by using her power, using it to protect those she loved. Donna's face paled, merely nodding silently and staring into space. Layla then span on her feet, turning towards Steven before grabbing his hand and leading him out of the door
Layla and Steven sat peacefully in the autumn sunshine of a café, the earlier tension eased, the further they got from the museum, the better they all felt. Closing the door on a chapter of their lives that no longer mattered. A breath of fresh air and a discarding of a weight on their shoulders, Layla decided to spoil him after seeing how upset he was earlier in hopes of calming him down. Steven ordered himself a hot chocolate, cupping the mug while staring at it intently, the cream atop it floating like a white cloud. Layla had ordered herself a coffee, even going as far as ordering Steven's favourite cake, observing him protectively as he sat in reflective silence.
Layla was worried, he hadn't spoken a word since their encounter with his old boss, closing in on himself, probably discussing with Marc. She hated to interrupt whatever private conversation they were having, but by looking in the reflection of the glass windows, she could see how worried Marc looked. "Are you feeling better?" she asked softly, she knew earlier had been overwhelming for him, facing something negative from his past that he would rather forget. But she was proud of him, he had held his own despite Donna demeaning him, leaving proudly and finally able to move on.
"He's been a bit spacey, it was a rather overwhelming experience" Tawaret cut in
Steven blinked, his gaze reverting to Layla's "Uh… huh.. what?" he mumbled, he'd been dissociating from reality again, too lost in his mind. Honestly, he hadn't been able to stop imagining Layla in her avatar attire while defending him, remembering her battle attire against Ammet and Harrow. There were times he considered asking her to transform so she could wear it in the bedroom, but he wondered how Tawaret would feel about that. Admittedly he had been very turned on watching her get riled up, her passionate side coming to light. He could see why Marc fell in love with her, because he had too. But seeing her as an avatar had been a whole new experience for them both.
"Steven, the whole time you were standing behind me, like a shield. You were scared shitless of her" Layla soothed, she could feel his fear, withdrawing into himself, his earned courage melting away, wilting the more verbal abuse she threw at him. Steven didn't deserve that, her nor Marc would ever let anyone speak to him that way. She needed to know he was ok, that he wouldn't hide anything from her. She had expected him to reach out and cling to her like a child seeking protection from danger, she wanted nothing more than to scoop him into her arms and hold him. The fact that Steven had been that scared of his boss angered her deeply.
"Poor thing, such a gentle soul, so easily broken" Tawaret sighed sadly
Steven blushed, he had felt so much safer when Layla formed a barrier between himself and Donna, knowing she couldn't hurt or bully him anymore. He could only hope whatever future job he had, the manager was kinder to him than Donna ever was. Layla became his rock, knowing she wouldn't hurt him, loyally standing by his side. Steven had learned how to stand up to Khonshu, to stand up for himself, yet seeing Donna again had dragged him back to old habits. Hating himself for it, opening old wounds. "I… Yeah….Donna was… intense, old memories I guess. Um… I… I'm just amazed by you really…" he blushed. Donna didn't bother him the way she used to and she no longer could, she just seemed annoying compared to how much he used to hate her.
"She was so badass" Marc hummed proudly, the very woman he had fallen in love with, the woman who never took shit from anyone.
Steven licked his lips, his cheeks darkening, and a shy smile formed on his lips "You… you called yourself my girlfriend, you intimidated her. You called me brave, you called me intelligent. You threatened to unleash Tawaret on her, it was the coolest thing I've ever seen" Steven babbled. He would remember this for the rest of his life, holding it close to his heart and smiling like an idiot whenever it passed his mind. Nobody had ever stood up for him, he'd had plenty of bad dates in the past when Marc was in control, he'd missed important events etc. Layla was the first serious relationship he had ever known, the first person to accept his disorder and adapt to it. Never fazed when he and Marc switched control and appeared. Layla loved him, just as much as she loved Marc, though the way she expressed her feelings for them both was very different. She openly talked about their relationship, she was proud to love him, to be involved with him. She praised his personality, she saw his merits where people saw flaws, nobody had put in this much effort for him before.
Layla leaned forward, taking his hand and kissing it, her lips brushing against his knuckles, a simple gesture that meant everything. Steven shivered, Marc groaned inside of his head. "Steven, you are part of Marc, Marc is part of you, I love you, both of you. Our life is undoubtedly messy, but I wouldn't have it any other way" she soothed. They were two different souls, two different personalities inside one body. but they were one in the same. But she never wanted to be without them, never apart from them. "You aren't someone's punching bag, neither of you are. Marc is my husband, you are my boyfriend. I love you both and I will protect you" she soothed. Her relationships with them were vastly different, she had known Marc longer, but she had developed a relationship with Steven and couldn't imagine her life without him. The thought of someone hurting him, it made her angry, knowing anyone could be cruel to him.
"That was beautiful Layla" Tawaret sobbed
Steven blushed, unable to form coherent words, this felt like a scene from a rom com, only this was actually his life instead of fiction. He felt like the luckiest man alive right now, nobody had ever called him a boyfriend before, nor had they told him they loved him. He'd been named all sorts of things, none of them positive, Khonshu called him a parasite, a weakling, a worm; Harrow had patronised him. Only after finding genuine love in his life did he realise his worth, Marc treated him like the little brother he lost, with love and care, he wanted him in his life, he was always there for reassurance and support. When the other was gone too long they missed them, worried for them. Layla treated him as something precious, she never pushed him out of his comfort zone, respecting his boundaries. Boyfriend, he liked that, he would never get sick of being called that, not ever. He loved Layla too, she reminded him of the moon, bright, beautiful and luminous, but he was too shy to say it, he was too happy to speak; tongue-tied. But Marc would understand, knowing that he needed alone time to bask in this feeling, just freak out inside their head with pure joy. Silently telling the man he could take over. His facial expressions briefly changed, before the eyes darkened and a familiar pair of eyes met Layla's.
"Marc? Is he…." Layla asked in concern, after she expressed her feelings for Steven, comforting him after what happened. Conveying how she felt about them both, she hadn't expected him to switch. Whether she had embarrassed or upset Steven in some way, she felt a flicker of guilt.
Marc smiled, he loved how much she cared for them, that she protected Steven, she was and always would be the perfect woman. That she had accepted him, worried she had hurt him. She never rejected Steven, she never saw him as an outsider and she never pushed him away, instead taking the time to cultivate a relationship with him. He gripped her hand back, stroking his fingers over her knuckles "He's fine, I promise, Steven's been wearing heart eyes around you all day. Ever since you threatened that old bitch of a boss" Marc chuckled. He knew Steven wouldn't shut up about this anytime soon, he would be talking about it for hours in their head after this.
Layla softened, a smile twitching at the edge of her mouth, he knew she wanted to tease Steven about it. Knowing that Steven admired and adored her to that extent "So… why?" she asked. Trying to make sense as to why he would hide if he wasn't upset with her.
Marc hummed "He's a bit embarrassed, he's not used to women, nor this kind of loyalty from anyone. He's really happy, he's just a bit shy to show you how goofy he's feeling. He'll come out again when he's ready" he smiled. Unlike himself or Jake who was more confident when approaching someone they were attracted to, knowing how to touch and caress the person they loved. Steven had always allowed Layla to take control, submitting to her. However he was learning to be braver and become more confident when asking for what he wanted from her. But he would never stop being bashful, but it was what they loved most about him.
Layla smiled, trying hard not to smirk at how adorable that image looked in her mind, Tawaret gushing at the back of her mind of how precious Steven was "That cherubic angel….oh my stars…" Tawaret gushed. Steven curled up in the back of Marc's mind freaking out about Layla being romantic with him and being his knight in a sense. Steven was embarrassed, that mental image alone was endearing, someday she would see that side of him and imprint that memory into her mind. Layla averted her gaze to the cup in front of them, Steven's. It would remain unfinished for the time being, "So…. Do you want a coffee or…." she nodded at the hot chocolate.
Asfu samihni ya Habibi/آسف ، سامحني حبي-Sorry, forgive me my love
satutariduk alsuwrat atamziat I/الصورة الرمزية ل tawaret سوف تطاردك-The avatar of Tawaret will hunt you down