Si, si lo conocéis. El hijo de puta que os ha metido en este apuro. Ahora, decidme dónde estáis, voy a por vosotros.

That's it.

Lleva buscándoles semanas. Ni Tawaret le dice nada. Va a convocar a los dioses y a reventarle el pico a Khonshu, aviso número uno.

Se va a cagar en el puto pájaro de mierda como no vuelva a casa pronto, joder coño ya.

Stressed, sad, cuddling a pillow in her (ex?)husband's bed.

Where the fuck is Taweret when you need her...?

🥰

🤨

She can ascertain what they're saying through context clues, the little micro expression shifts in Marc's face filling in the blanks of the conversation.

Layla just shakes her head and laughs.

“If you bought it, you must have papers with the deal. I'll organise your desk and your papers today.”

Oh, brother.

“Do you guys not know if you pay rent every month? Marc, are we risking eviction?”

“I know it's fine, dear, but it could be so much finer! Although... Do you know if the place is ours? Are we leasing?”

She greets him with a brief kiss on his cheek.

“I want to tile and grout the bathroom.”

Already up and moving about. Busy bee.

Why don't you ask them?

Shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you.

——; 𝙎𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙮... or whatever the fuck it's called...

Man, I wanna ( censured censured censured ).

She can't help a little smile. Layla, not Missus.

“You said my name. Wasn't that hard now, was it?”

Layla squeezed his hand pointedly, feeling more at ease with his confession.

“You can have a hug any time you want, Jake.”

Layla stood still hugging Jake for a few seconds, but after noticing how he wouldn't reciprocate after tending up, she pulled away.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to cross a boundary. Just... Just know I'm here if you need anything.”

Layla nods along, still caressing his hands and holding her with a gentleness she very rarely had the chance to show Jake.

The news made her mouth drop open, and she gave into the urge to give him a massive hug, even if that was the most physical contact they've ever had.

Her brow furrows. Apologies from Jake were rare, and never this easy.

Still holding his hands, Layla turns her head to enter his field of vision.

“Something happened. What happened?”

Before lifting the ice pack, she just holds Jake's hands.

“Why don't you call me Layla? Stop with that Missus thing, Jake.”

Layla enters, eyes quickly scanning the room before settling on Jake. She approaches, sitting next to him, and extends her hands towards his.

“Let me see.”

She follows it, peeking inside after a brief knock on the doorframe.

“Puedo entrar?” Layla whispers, offering her little Spanish she's been learning in her free time.

She was out for work, but something told her to immediately come back home.

"Marc? Steven? ...Jake?"

// this interests no one but I love making this and this is how I think my muses' handwriting looks like (rogue and wally are lefties, and tim is ambidextrous but chooses to write with his right hand)

“Oh, my love...”

She pulls away just slightly, enough to take a look at his face, and caresses his cheek with his thumb.

“Big bird got it covered or is he missing?”

Layla grins, burying her hand in his curls to keep him anchored against her.

“I missed you. So much.”

“In here, my love!”

She's finishing setting up a washer, and comes out to greet him with a hug.