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@mollymocking
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"... You don't look like a Lucian... Maybe a 'Luka', but not a Lucian, no..." (from donutmedic~)
@donutmedic
Mollymauk glanced at Jester, looking, for once, unsure of himself. It was taking every ounce of focus just to keep himself calm as he and his…group? Friends? Accomplices…? All sat in the shady subterranean lounge with these people who…seemed to know him.
“To be perfectly honest with you, dear, I…don’t feel like a ‘Lucian’ either. Perhaps this is all some funny misunderstanding and we’ll…all laugh about it later…” He forced a hollow smile to his lips as his fingers curled and uncurled in the fabric of his coat. He really wished he didn’t sound as desperate as he felt. “Cases of mistaken identity are always funny like that…yeah?”
donutmedic:
She had been a little unsure about going into the shady creepy basement, but now she had only one thing to focus on, and that was helping to keep Molly from freaking out. Or being somehow kidnapped or ‘claimed’ by these strangers in their basement lounge. He was Molly until he decided, or maybe even remembered, that he wasn’t. No one was allowed to rush the potential revelation.
“Oh yeah, they’re always funny,” she agreed, sitting next to him and taking his hand as if it was the most casual reaction. “I knew these twins back home that actually don’t speak to each other any more because the wife of one tried to sleep with his brother, because she thought he was her husband. The husband came home to see them about to, you know, hurr hurr hurr,” she continued, raising her eyebrows suggestively, holding his hand in her lap with both of hers. “And he chased his naked brother down the street with a kitchen knife. It was really funny ‘cause the guy’s thing was flailing everywhere and he was screaming so loud only bats could hear him.”
As Jester took his hand in hers, Molly felt the tiniest bit of weight lift off his shoulders. He closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply before looking back to the other tiefling with another smile. This one was better composed, built from genuine affection, rather than nervous tension.
The story she told him shouldn’t have been nearly as uplifting as it was, but he couldn’t help the manic laughter that bubbled up from his chest at the image she painted in his mind. Perhaps it was his way of breaking from all the chaos, or perhaps Jester just had that much of a positive effect on him. For a moment, things weren’t quite so complicated. For a moment, it was just the two of them, laughing about some poor naked bastard running for his life. They stress would soon return, but Molly could certainly enjoy a moment when it was presented to him.
“You know, you have the best stories...but I’d prefer it if this didn’t end with someone chasing me with a kitchen knife while my junk’s out for all to see. I think I’ve had enough disaster for one week. Perhaps later.”
"... You don't look like a Lucian... Maybe a 'Luka', but not a Lucian, no..." (from donutmedic~)
@donutmedic
Mollymauk glanced at Jester, looking, for once, unsure of himself. It was taking every ounce of focus just to keep himself calm as he and his...group? Friends? Accomplices...? All sat in the shady subterranean lounge with these people who...seemed to know him.
“To be perfectly honest with you, dear, I...don’t feel like a ‘Lucian’ either. Perhaps this is all some funny misunderstanding and we’ll...all laugh about it later...” He forced a hollow smile to his lips as his fingers curled and uncurled in the fabric of his coat. He really wished he didn’t sound as desperate as he felt. “Cases of mistaken identity are always funny like that...yeah?”
//I need. threads. Like now.
honestly @mollymocking has been incredibly kind from the moment I first approached them. they've been ridiculously supportive and open to every idea I've given to them. our discussions are always engaging and always adds to the dynamic of our muses. they're always easy to talk to and always willing to listen to me ramble about anything and everything. they're the first person I've met in the cr fandom and definitely one of the kindest <3
{ Let me @ your faves!! | Gladly Accepting!! }
@mollymocking
HECK YES AGREED!!!
Y A LL
you call it ‘a heinous violation of legal and ethical rules,’ i call it ‘creative problem-solving’
@mollymocking
-looks right at you Molly. right. at. you-
@donutmedic ....Listen, you're not wrong.
[cont./@roadthrived ]
Molly hadn’t been talking for long. He didn’t know exactly how many weeks he’d spent traveling with the carnival before he’d spoken a word, but once he did, it had been like breaking a spell. Suddenly, he was alive again, breathing fresh air instead of thick fog, and even if it was still hard to find the words at times, he couldn’t imagine returning to his silence.
But here he stood, before a woman, broken and bloodied, lying face-down in the dirt and he found himself unable to make a sound. He froze in place, vague hints of memory circling in his mostly empty head. He’d seen bodies before. Was that why he wasn’t running away? Or was it the overwhelming desire to help that kept him there? If she was dead already, there was little he could do, but...
A tremble wracked her body as she took in a shuddering breath. Still alive.
The tiefling dropped his stack of carnival flyers, sending the papers scattering forgotten into the wind as he rushed forward to the woman’s side. “Easy now,” He soothed, turning her over carefully and cradling her upper half in his arms. “I got you.”
Getting her up was a challenge. She had quite a bit of height on him and he really didn’t want to cause her any more pain, but he had to get her to the others. Gustav or Orna, either of them might know what to do. He couldn’t just leave her here.
“It’s okay. I’m gonna get you help, yeah? They’ll fix you right up.”
kiernlight:
@mollymocking from here
“I am finishing up a present,” she replied as she opened up her jeweler’s kit. Normally she was always careful to keep the kit hidden and to herself, but Molly had a rather intimidating appearance. No one took a Halfling serious when it came to not stealing her things, but a Tiefling with swords as long as his arm? Her kit was safe on the table beside his hands.
“Couldn’t decide which would look better,” she said as she held up two earrings, crafted from melted down silver and gold coin pieces. They were made of a series of small loops, shaped in the likeness that remembered seeing many a Dwarven trader from Kraghammer wear. She held them up to his face, giving both a scrutinizing look, before settling on the gold.
“It would seem the Sun is going to join your ensemble,” she said as she set back the silver piece into her kit, and fished out her tools and the lone fire opal she owned. Part of a birthday gift from her brother, and being used for exactly their purpose. She turned so she was facing the light of the candles on the table, and with nimble precision, began to work the opal into the settings.
“Oooh, a present? For me?” His signature grin grew and his tail swished behind him in anticipation as she opened her kit. Doing so drew some stares from the other patrons lurking in the tavern, as anything decently valuable was sure to do, but one sharp look from the tiefling’s solid red eyes and their gazes averted real quick.
The trinkets she held up caught his attention as the dim light glinted off their metallic surfaces and Molly gave a whistle of approval. They were both pretty and very well-made, not to mention they matched well with the rest of his bits and baubles. Either one would make a lovely addition, but of course, Ryn was the professional, so the Blood Hunter simply sat still as the halfling scrutinized the two pieces.
“The Sun is always a good choice. Lovely symbolism and all that.” He smiled, setting his elbows on the table and propping up his head in his hands as he watched her work with interest. “This is very sweet of you, dear. Have I done something to deserve this?”
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' remember all the things you've survived. ' touches his cheek.
@roadthrived
The tiefling makes a sound not unlike a purr and nuzzles his face into her hand, a smile curling at the edges of his lips. Scarlet eyes close and he relaxes into her touch, melting into her the way he only did with Yasha.
The barbarian woman gave him the kind of comfort one would usually feel when they were home. Except Molly’s home had never been a place. It was people. It was her.
“Always here when I need you, Yash.” He chuckles and turns his head to press a kiss to the palm of her hand. “I’ll make it through. I always do. No more worries, yeah?”
Something Very New
tempestvoice:
mychampion:
Keyleth.
The other half-elf’s face just made him confused, and the sudden emptiness of his arm made Vax turn towards his bed fellow with a raised brow. Who was this person, this woman that was so friendly with the other? She didn’t seem familiar, at least he would have liked to remember her. Who could forget a face like hers, and the antlers definitely seemed like a feature that he would have at least possibly remembered. But, there was nothing. No flick of a memory in his head nor a hint of recognition. The name…made him curious as he shook his head.
‘ sorry, but no. she seems familiar, but it could have been a passing by or something. ‘
He turned towards the other, inclining his head towards her. With the cloak and the circlet on her head, she had to be someone important. A chief of a druid tribe, maybe? Her face was a little rough to look at now, with the fear and shock across it. If she did in fact know him, then it was someone Vax had helped before.
‘ vax’ildan is my name. and you are…keyleth, yes? a pleasure to meet you. ‘
@tempestvoice @mollymocking
No, no…that was impossible. The lack of recognition on his face stung worse than any blade. He didn’t know her? Nothing, after all these years?
Still pale, Keyleth finally seemed to ground herself, remembering to feel the dirt beneath her feet. The air in her lungs. Her gut still twisted and turned, her heart racing as seemingly old scars tore themselves open inside her.
“You don’t…you don’t know who I am?” She asked softly, her voice still shaking. Her hand closed into a soft fist; she so desperately wanted to reach for him. To touch him. Hold him again. She knew that if she could…she would feel whole again.
“Vax, it’s me. It’s…it’s Kiki.” Keyleth bit her lip. The fond nickname Vax had given her all those years ago sounded foreign on her tongue. It probably wouldn’t jog his memory, but she could hope.
“You were…we were in Vox Machina. Together. Don’t you…remember?”
@mollymocking @mychampion
Mollymauk floundered helplessly for a moment, unable to find his voice as it was lost within the apparently one-sided reunion between the two half-elves. What was happening? He knew about Vax’s lack of memories, it was something they had in common, something they had bonded over, but he had never expected to actually meet someone from the other man’s past.
Which had been foolish as all hell, to be honest. He really needed to start thinking ahead. Perhaps then, he wouldn’t be standing there like an idiot, watching a friend’s world crash down around her. He felt his heart wrench at the agony in Keyleth’s face and the...complete lack of recognition in Vax’ildan’s.
Together. They were together. They are together. Did she mean it as in...together? The look in her eyes said she did.
‘Gods, Molly what have you stepped in this time?’
“Ahh- Um-” The lavender tiefling took a step towards the both of them, wringing his hands in the hem of one of his trailing sleeves as red eyes flitted from Keyleth, to Vax, and back again. He gave a nod in the direction of the Leaky Tap and tried to swallow his own nerves for the sake of the other two. “I...Perhaps we should find an inn. we could all sit down while you...talk. I think we might really need it.”
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