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@fever-sugar
"It's fuckin' bullshit that my actions gotta have consa'quences. Like what tha' fuck is that?"
"I knoooww! Like I don't already have enough shit fuckin' up my life! Can I catch a fuckin' break? Do a bit of self-care without the world's worst hangover lookin' to bang my ass? Come ooooonnn."
"Mother's Day was yesterday? Porca puttana Molly's gonna be so fucking pissed—"
We used to be the same, you and me.
human Angel Dust design
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TA' THA' MOST SPECIALIST 'N' MOST IMPORTANTEST 'N' BESTEST BOY IN THA' WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!! AND EVERYONE IN THIS FUCKIN' HOTEL BETTA' WISH HIM ONE OR THEY'RE GONNA GET FUCKIN' SHOT!!!!"
"Awww Mols, you shouldn't have!"
"A'right everyone, you heard the lady. LINE UP."
@fever-sugar spun:
[ carry ]➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. (RUNNING RUNNING RUNNING) (me: STOP IT!! also me: another one thank you.)
❥ Injury Prompts // Accepting
Everything was blurry. Fuzzy. Molly wasn't even sure she could control her eyes in the first place.
It all happened so fast, Molly wasn't sure what happened. Everything was fine, Molly and Angel were laughing at something, she thinks ... They were walking back to the hotel. Molly didn't even hear anything. She was walking next to Angel, and then in what felt like a blink of an eye, she was in Angel's arms, and her limbs were beginning to feel numb.
It's been awhile since Molly had been targeted like this ... Though, who is to say Molly was even the one they wanted to hit? Could've been Angel and they missed, or were stupid and got confused. Considering she wasn't hit fatally, at least immediately, could point to the latter.
They both had plenty of people who'd want them dead, though ... Angel, at least, was an actual asset. He couldn't afford to be taken out. Molly could.
A hand managed to lift itself off her stomach, eyes drifting downward to see the crimson that painted her entire palm and fingers. Why didn't she feel it? It felt like her brain was only working at half capacity, everything was numb. Dream-like. But, Molly knew she had to keep her eyes open, as hard as she tried. She knew she couldn't close them, or it'd be absolutely fucking over.
It was hard, though, to look at Angel. She couldn't bear to see the guilt and fear so vividly all over his face.
@fever-sugar replied to your post “@fever-sugar spun: ➔ if you die on me , i'm going...”:
GIRL. YOU CANT JUST DO THIS TO ME
man asks to be punched in the face. then get mad when he gets punched in the face.
@fever-sugar spun:
➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. (said while holding back tears) (and failing)
❥ Injury Prompts // Accepting
"Oh, well, if that's tha' case--" Molly would be interrupted by the need of her lungs desperately clinging for any sort of oxygen they can get. Which in turn just hurt her chest more. Her ribs definitely were broke and had punctured one of her lungs. That in addition to the bleeding coming from her stomach, too, was causing her heart to be working over time. She's surprised it hasn't just failed yet, truthfully. Maybe because Angel is holding her. Her body knows that, even still, we have to stay strong for him.
Further evident with the fact she was still trying to joke at a time like this. If Angel wasn't here? Molly was sure her body would have given up much sooner. He was practically her life support right now -- well, actually, he kind of always, wasn't he?
It's cruel of him to have been here, to hold her in his arms like he was ... Making her have to try and stay conscious, to smile with blood still laced upon her lips. At least when she died the first time, he wasn't there to see it. To find her. Guess this was to make up for that, huh?
A hand tried to reach up to wipe the tears off his face, but ... Molly couldn't really feel her arms. They were heavy, cold. Like lead. She thinks maybe her fingers at least might've twitched, she's unsure. "Please... Don't hate me," she murmured, words fumbling over themselves. Now Molly felt her own tears rolling down her cheeks as her eyes burned. "Everythin' I do ... Is for you. I love you, so ... so much."
Her heart, that was somehow still pushing, would break entirely if she believed Angel didn't know that. How Molly tried for so long, doing nearly anything and everything, for him to know that. That no matter what, no matter what anyone would say, including himself, he was always loved. He always will be loved. Not as much as he deserved, no ... But Molly did what she could, though it was no where near enough. She knew that. She had hoped, though, Angel knew how hard she tried. That he deserved it and more.
Molly tried to open her mouth, to speak again, but the words were entirely caught within her throat. She was worried she was about to throw up her heart, even though that isn't possible. It's what it felt like. Her body must be weighing so heavily in his arms right now ... Last thing she ever wanted was to bring him down. The tears pouring from her eyes weren't from the pain, not entirely, but for how Angel was looking upon her. That he was here.
Molly wouldn't die alone, but, for what cost? This? It was a mercy that she was alone that night with Castello. How selfish was she to wonder, to wish, that there was someone there for her? This was her price to pay for such terrible thoughts. And she had to drag Angel with her. The last thing she wanted. Her baby. Her life. Her pride and joy. Her brother.
Molly couldn't speak anymore, nor move her arms, but she at least could still smile. Smile up at him like she always did. The smile that was the foundation for so many walls, the smile that she always hoped, at least, was a band-aid fix. Even though no band aid would be big enough to fix this. She always, always tried, didn't she?
@fever-sugar replied to your post:
told u not to fuck santa but it wasnt enough :(
HE WAS MISSING THE BEARD IT GOT CONFUSING! :(
–SANTA HAS A BEARD??
fever-sugar replied to your post
WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT FUCKING SANTA CLAUS
Yeah we’re gonna bop bop bop, bop to the top, slip and slide and ride that rhythm, jump and hop, stop till you drop, and start again-
pxppinmolly:
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“You think I’d fuck Santa Claus?”
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“Yes.”
Holy shit ... There's TWO of them.
@fever-sugar @rxgnofiglia Angel Dust by LEAU Molly by DANI
Source Divorced. Canon Div. Headcanon Driven.
Practical Magic (1998) dir. Griffin Dunne
“i think you’re getting too much sex.” From mama LMAO
"PUHLEEEAASE M'MA, NOT THIS AGAIN."
"Dolcezza, I worry about your well-being! Look at you, you're as thin as a twig and as tall as a tree. You're going to be snapped in half one of these days."
"MAhMAaaaAAAAaaaaahhhHH."
