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[secondhandmckie]

👫 molly & flint!

Four Headcanons Meme

There’s a part of Molly that continues to wonder if she did the right thing in helping save Flint’s life, but in her heart she knows it was. No matter how she might feel toward him at any one point, she can’t abide death where she can prevent it. So, she ensures that she is one of the only people helping Flint at any one point--the less people realize he’s still alive while he’s incapacitated, the better.

Paradise Lost is only the first book of many they discuss, and while he might find that mildly enjoyable, it isn’t always for the amusement of it. He tolerates her, but he can’t help but test her at times--even if it isn’t intentional (which, let’s be honest, it probably is). Molly doesn’t enjoy being thought of as simple or unintelligent or unimportant, but at times it can help her hear things she otherwise might not; it can help her earn trust where she otherwise wouldn’t. Sometimes Flint wants to test her to see just how intelligent she actually is. Whether that means she might be a threat or a boon in the future.

She used to idolize Flint, before she actually met the man. The name, the legend, it was something to be admired. While she now realizes he’s far more man than legendary being, she still harbors a little of that admiration, still. 

He isn’t exactly thrilled that she’s gotten so close to Thomas, in any verse. The constant exposure, however, starts to grow on him. He wouldn’t venture to say that he enjoys her company, but more that it’s...better than nothing? She better not draw attention to it, though--the second she makes him realize how used to her he’s gotten, he’s rather sour again. It’s just...dare he say, fun, to watch the animated discourse between two talkative idealists?

[secondhandmckie]

“ who are you? ” [ PIRATE VERSE listen this might seem like a cop-out but actually how characters introduce themselves and sum themselves up is VERY INTERESTING, especially in this universe. love me. ]

From the Meme Vault

“They call me Molly McKie, likely because that’s my name. I’m also known by several other more colorful and less polite monikers, but you can simply call me Molly. I sail under the banner of Captain Eilidh Brady, and any quarrel you might bear with her, you have with me as well.”

“That said,” Molly took her seat, careful not to sit too quickly or spill her precious drink. A cheeky grin spread over her features. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” 

[secondhandmckie]

She had saved his life, though she didn't have to. Flint had woken with cracked ribs and an aggravated shoulder wound, and McKie apparently keeping an eye on him to make sure he didn't die. It was days before he could move without crumpling from the pain, but when he managed it, he tracked Molly down without hesitation. "Thank you," he rasped, when she finally noticed him in the doorway. "For not cutting my throat in my sleep."

@seacache

“You know what, I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic, so I’ll just say you’re welcome.” Molly set the book aside to face him, watching him in uncertainty. Yes, she’d saved his life, though she continued to wonder if she’d done the right thing--

No, that was foolish. The moment she’d found him, Molly hadn’t hesitated to take him somewhere safe. There was enough death and chaos in their lives, so if she had the opportunity to create the opposite, she would. She would always try. 

“You helped me--reluctantly, I might add--you helped me before, so I think this makes us even.” Standing, she gestured to him. “Can I take a look?”

[secondhandmckie]

Without moving his head, Flint looked down at the hand on his shoulder, then back to its owner. He didn't need to speak to voice his question, which was clearly: what the fuck are you doing? [ LISTEN ]

@seacache

“What, you forgot what human contact feels like?” Molly arched a brow at his expression. Finally, she removed her hand. 

“It’s called empathy. You should try it sometime.”

[secondhandmckie]

[flint] “How are you still alive?” He doesn't sound impressed, but he doesn't sound disapproving, either. He extends a hand to help pull her up.

@seacache

“I’m not through pissing you off, yet.” Her tone is oddly calm for the amount of blood streaking her features and soaking her clothing; the only thing that betrays her calm is how her hand, her body shakes as she accepts his help. It’s strange to her—she doesn’t feel the pain anymore. Not at the moment, anyway.

She doesn’t have to feel the pain to know she’s indeed very lucky to be standing at all. She doesn’t need to feel pain to know the eye is ruined.

“How many are lost?” She asked, unable to make sense of the scene before her, but needing to help, to work, to move. If she stopped moving, she would hurt. “Silver? Eilidh? Where’s Lucy?”

[secondhandmckie]

Is it difficult to be close to Silver when he's so close to Flint? Do you ever find yourself looking at them and not knowing where one ends and the other begins?

Anons!

“These days..?” 

She glanced over her shoulder, as though either party might be listening in, and sighed. “These days I can hardly tell them apart. Don’t tell Silver that, though...I don’t know that he’d take too kindly to the comparison.”

“There’s also no...getting close to Silver. Not really. There’s always a mask of some kind--different ones for different things, I suppose.” Again, she glanced over her shoulder. “Then again, I suppose we all have that habit.”

[secondhandmckie]

"If you think sleeping with my quartermaster makes any fucking difference to how you're viewed aboard this ship--" Flint is, as always, a snarling asshole. [ context what context i just want flint to finally lowkey lose his mind over whatever the FUCK silver has going on ]

@seacache

“How you view me, you mean.” She snapped. “Who I sleep with isn’t your business. Who Silver sleeps with isn’t your business, as much as you would like for it to be.” She had grown tired of tip-toeing around. It was a newer development that Molly realized that she was beginning to like. Nearly drowning to death had that effect, apparently.

If Flint was going to come around swinging, Molly was fully intent on swinging back. And firing a few rounds while she was at it. 

“The only crew--the only captain I give a damn about is my own.” She leaned in over the desk, lip curling in equal snarl. “I don’t give a fuck what you think about me, because I don’t think about you.”

With that, she shoved away from the desk. “Thanks for pulling me from the water.”