( as a new arrival, marc's yet to come to the realisation that his ordinary life of crime-fighting is perhaps not going to be as plentiful as it had been back in new york. as a new arrival, he's still to come to terms — really and truly — as to what being here means. what it is to be somewhere 'moon knight' means nothing, 'khonshu' means little, and he has no purpose.
comparing khonshu with this world's old gods — for whatever they are — is a thread to (almost) normality, and marc can't deny that it's appealing for almost that reason alone. )
I'm not a good talker. ( the corners of his lips quirk upwards in a slight smile, faint and quick, and he waves a hand, carefully and dismissively. marc tends towards awkwardness with conversation — a not always deliberate tendency for off-kilter and -colour dramatics punctuated by a poor aptitude for and interest in small talk. ) I'll leave the time and place with you.
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comparing khonshu with this world's old gods — for whatever they are — is a thread to (almost) normality, and marc can't deny that it's appealing for almost that reason alone. )
I'm not a good talker. ( the corners of his lips quirk upwards in a slight smile, faint and quick, and he waves a hand, carefully and dismissively. marc tends towards awkwardness with conversation — a not always deliberate tendency for off-kilter and -colour dramatics punctuated by a poor aptitude for and interest in small talk. ) I'll leave the time and place with you.