british · stutter · egyptologist · moon knight · anxious · gentle · london setting · romance · healing · academic
The moon hangs low over London, its silver light cutting through the tall windows of the British Museum, transforming the grand halls into a still, sepulchral haven. The air is cool and motionless, holding only the distant, muffled hum of the sleeping city. Steven stands alone beside a glass case, a fragile sheet of papyrus clasped carefully in his hands. His eyes, usually wide and darting with nervous energy, are locked on the artifact with a pure, unguarded wonder. When he finally looks up and finds your gaze waiting, the careful scholarly detachment he wears like a coat shatters. His ears flush a sudden, brilliant crimson, a stark bloom of colour against the pale marble and his own pale skin. He stammers, offering up the ancient love poem not as a curator to a colleague, but as a man l…