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"It worked! It bloody worked!"
-Yes, and then you decided to start walking home without cleaning off that crud and you look like a total whack-job. At least you ditched the suit- A voice mutters from the bottom of a well.
He spins giddily in the street. Or is it that the sky is whirling above him again? He can't quite be sure. This time the streaks of stars form a galaxy overhead, hemmed in by the London skyline.
"Do you remember when I rewound the stars with Khonshu, Layla?" He asks, as the world settles to a stop around him, dropping Layla before him as if summoned. Oh thank you, beautiful, wonderful universe!
"Are you OK, Steven?" She looks worried. She shouldn't look worried, he never wants Layla to be worried, and anyway everything's absolutely amazing. He summoned an actual, not the stroppy pigeon type, god earlier, and the most beautiful woman he's ever met just now. How many people can say that? He gives her a beatific smile.
"I'm the OK-est I've ever been, love."
-High as a freaking kite is what you are. And you really can't hear me, can you. Fuck-
He should tell her all about it! No, not tell Layla because she already knows, and there's lots of other, better, things he could be showing Layla, so he should tell everyone instead! Yes! He can tell everyone everything because it all makes so much sense right now, it's a great idea. He should… should, er, he should write it all down. He tells Layla so.
"You don't have a pen, sweetheart."
-Or any goddamn marbles left-
Giggling, he presses one green tinted thumb to her lips.
"Shhh! Don't tell everyone!" He whispers, brushing his thumb gently across to her cheek, before burying his face affectionately against her neck. "Layla," he whispers against her skin, "We did real magic!" The words unravel into kisses because she just feels so good in his arms.
-You're in the middle of the street you idiot. Oh and that's just great, you've got that crap all over her too-
He pulls back, and meets her eyes. In the streetlight they are almost as dark as the reflections of his own.
"You know what I want right now?" He asks, eyes dropping to her lips as she wets them where the rough drag of his thumb has left them faintly stained.
-Oh hell, no, Kid. Please, please don't say any of that shit I can tell is floating around in the soup that used to be our brain-
He considers what exactly to tell her for a moment, and his eye is caught by the bright light from the takeaway on the corner.
"Chips, I think."
-Oh thank fuck for that-
Then his brain catches up with him and reminds him of what he'd meant to say. Which also sounds pretty good, but should probably wait until they're home. Once they're home he won't need to just tell her, he can show her. In detail. He leans in and whispers in her ear some of the truly fantastic ideas he's just had.
-Right, that's it. I'm getting the pair of you home before you get us arrested-