𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 {𝕞•𝕜﹠ 𝕝•𝕗} ➣ ❘ [𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓𝕶𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

·˚𝙭𝙭𝙫 ༘༄ ꒰𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘵. 𝟣꒱ؘ*ੈ✩

•°.✩.°•

You, Marc, and Steven returned to the white hallways, with you in between the two men.

"So how are we supposed to do this?" Marc asked as the doors closed behind you three.

"Not sure. You think Layla's all right?" Steven thought out loud.

"Hopefully," you shrugged, a worry starting to grow for her.

"For now," Marc answered, "And knowing her, she'll go on a suicide mission to stop Harrow herself,"

"That means we better hurry, doesn't it?" Steven looked from you to Marc and you three exchanged nods of agreement.

Marc glanced back at the door you all had walked out of, "Know what Layla would be all right with if she were here right now?"

"No," you cut him off, knowing exactly what he would say.

"Don't. Just don't say it," Steven shook his head at him knowingly.

"I'm just saying there is one hippo and three of us, and this ship can't be that hard to steer," Marc tried to reason, "So—And we don't have to actually—"

"Have to what?" Steven scoffed, "Kill the Goddess Taweret?"

"No, just, you know, find me a rope and then—"

"Yeah. Or we can do what she says, and help each other uncover whatever it is that we're hiding, apparently,"

You and Steven were moving forward, looking from one window to another that were on the doors until you both came to a stop on Marc's memory of summoning the suit and beating up the jackal in the restroom of the museum.

Marc came to a stop behind you both, "Steven, Y/N, I don't know about you guys, but my memories are a fricking mess,"

"Yeah, mine, too," Steven chided back at him.

"A little trip down the memory lane should be fun," you commented lowly. You came to a stop in front of the door where you and Marc kissed in the hotel in Cairo a couple of days ago. The sight of Marc in his black boxers made you swallow dryly as you hurried away, making sure that neither of the men had seen what you had seen.

You saw Steven and Marc at a door and saw them both watching a very recent memory. It was when you and Steven were changing the skies with Khonshu and Heka while Layla was on the sands nearby.

"Whoa," Marc muttered in awe, "That's wild,"

Steven once again turned around to a different memory. His eyes narrowed down on it as he couldn't recall it. Inside the memory was Marc next to his car and drinking something from his canister, looking grim, "Oi. What's this?"

You turned towards him and squinted your eyes at the memory, "That," you paused, "Looks familiar. Was I there with you?" you glanced at Marc in question.