pairing: Marc Spector x You (slight Steven Grant x You)
Summary: Marc doesn't say it out loud, but you could feel him doubting himself all the time. He keeps his questions to himself, and those questions are constantly in his mind: If he deserves you; if he's good enough, and if you deserve him while taking away the normal parts of your life away by making you a target of any kind of dangerous acts as a consequence of his servitude to the Ancient Egyptian God of the Moon. Marc believes that his choices and actions in the past don't deserve second chances and any form of love from anyone, especially you.
warnings: mention of blood and death. no smut. grammatical errors or errors in the details are my fault and I'm open to constructive criticism. You as a character.
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You were jolted awake from your position on the couch because of the sudden loud crash coming from the other side of your flat. You were waiting for the arrival of your lover because It's what you do whenever you woke up on the sudden revelation that there's a vacant side on your bed. And every time it happens, you will always patiently wait for them to come home until you were certain that Khonshu did not leave them in a ditch somewhere in London.
A dawning realization comes to you that it is one of those nights again. Your hand wandered to the side where your lover was - you're sure that he was here and not just another dream. Steven was the last one to front this night whose arms embraced you and lulled you to sleep. The only evidence of the hasty department of your lover from the flat was the thrown comforter on the side and the frozen tracks of creases and wrinkles on the white sheets that you don't want to soothe on until the occupant of that side lays down with you on the bed once again.
You sighed to yourself. It will be a very long night. You nakedly made your way out of the bed and the cold air of the dark living room greeted you. Your eyes focused on anything but the discarded clean shirt of your lover on the couch. You instantly reach out for it and slip it onto your shivering body, and the scent of musky and sandalwood on the shirt that you are very familiar with crowded your senses and comforted your sleepy yet raging thoughts about your lover's whereabouts.
