Hear me out- Steven and Marc arguing over weather they drink coffee or tea in the morning- and they come up with some sort of solution but it could be a conical one- I wanna see what you make up
I can't imagine a whole fic for this, but I will give you a ficlet for this adorable idea! Pardon any typos or whatever I wrote this on my phone.
Steven sits beneath the coffee shop awning, watching rain fall down in buckets. Beautiful London, pouring down and murky as it often is.
"I'm so sick of this weather," Marc grumbles drawing Steven's attention to the reflection on the napkin container.
"I think its pretty," Steven disagrees, sipping another mouthful of the creamy, warm coffee Marc had chosen.
Marc huff like a child. He crosses his arms and dramatically shrugs, opening his mouth to speak again, "Its just cold and I can't stand the constant drumming, it's too–"
Marc cuts himself off, but the thought bleeds into Steven's mind. He hears the loud, mechanical ptt-pt-ptt of semiautomatic firing. He hears the shells chime as they fall to the floor and it runs his blood cold. Steven swallows the ball in his throat and nods, sympathetically.
"I say," Marc forces himself out of the memories, "I think we could fight the clouds, or like, beat 'em away."
Steven scoffs.
"No, Steven, I'm serious! I'm sure we can like, fly up there and move the cloud out of the sky," Marc argues.
After another drink, Steven speaks, "are you daft? Clouds are vapors, we can't just beat up water."
Marc grumbles. He sulks inside their shared headspace and Steven can feel his genuine disappointment.
Steven sighs in defeat, "well, I suppose we could... fly somewhere sunny?"
Marc perks up.
"You are gonna do it though–" Steven pauses to down the grainy end of their coffee, scowling at the texture, then he continues, "you fly us somewhere nicer until the rain passes, go on."
Steven stands up from their table and straightens his jacket. Marc waits for Steven to steady himself before stepping into the body with a jolt.
"Alright, sunshine here I come," Marc smiles and holds out a hand to summon the suit.
Dingy strips of off-white fabric take form around Marc's appendages, covering him in Khonshu's healing armor.
The God reluctantly appears and says in a disapproving tone, "I am not your personal taxi service."
Marc waves his gauntlet infront of Khonshu's boney beak, shushing him. Steven snorts inside the reflection, amused by the silencing of something so powerful and ancient.
"I'm getting me some sunshine, sorry big bird," Marc quips, crouching slightly before launching himself into the rain and over the clouds with one solid jump.
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What if Steven wanders deep in the mind space while it’s marcs turn to front and Steven wanders a bit to far and bumps into Jake and that’s how jakes existence becomes known to Steven and Marc?
Here you are, friend! I love thinking of how the system and Layla meet Jake, and this is pretty neat.
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