#c: mouse

[kingswriting]

byam character intro ➙  mollie “mouse” bisset

i’ve never had a friend group like this before. harlow’s sprawled across nisha’s lap, and mark’s long, gangly legs are propped up on the coffee table as he clutches his mug of wine between both hands. he’s laughing at something nisha said that i completely missed, too lost in myself to remember that i’m not actually alone. 

my phone is vibrating in my pocket and i’m willing myself to ignore it. i guess nisha can see something in my face because her attention switches from harlow to me. “you good, mouse?” 

am i good? i kind of don’t think i’ve ever been good in my life. the lump in my throat only grows with every vibration of my phone, but i reach into my pocket to silence it. “...yeah. i’m good,” i say softly. i think i believe it this time. 

harlow reaches up and taps the bottom of my cup with her hand. “drink up, buttercup. you gotta get drunk enough to spill your tragic backstory,” she grins, and i know that she’s teasing me, but... i think i want this. i tip back my head and chug the remainder of my wine, and the other three let out raucous hoots of approval. “hell yeah, mousey! i knew you belonged with us.” 

the words almost make my heart stop. i belong with them. i belong here. with harlow, mark... and even nisha, the girl who’s staring at me so hard that i swear i can feel her eyes burning holes into me. but i meet her gaze and she gives me a smile. that signature toothy nisha desai smile. 

i really, really love that smile.

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[tastinglifetwice-blog1]

                                 mollie “mouse” lefou  ✿ 17  ✿ cancer  ✿ the artist 

i’m a semi functioning human, but i’ve done pretty well so far sure i slept in 'til like three, but i made a great cup of tea

[cyrusabel]

You Little Rat! || Mouse & Cyrus

@more-mouse-then-maahir

Leave it to his old City to make getting in almost as painful as getting out. He had spend about five hours in the waiting room while they checked his fake papers. It wasn’t that hard to have fake papers from Dust, while security here was tighter than it could be, the people in Dust had their identity written on pieces of loose paper, which were almost unreadable after one good rain storm. They were just taking a long time to pressure people into admitting they were faking their identities. He had gone through here often enough to know that. Luckily his paranoia had kept him at bay from letting frustration win over. 

Five hours later, near the end of the day, Cyrus was a free man. As free as anyone can be in Iron. He scouted around the less crowded routes, avoiding the main routes because he was still afraid of running into Mage hunters. They were less obvious around here, blending in with the crowd. However, despite popular belief, they didn’t just pick people off the streets. He was wearing clothes more natural to him, clothes he had worn as a student. Black skinnies, a dark grey shirt, and a leather jacket. It felt much better than the many robes that kept the sand out. 

He was on his way to his own hostel, having very few belongings with him, it was easier to catch a ride this way when they didn’t think you would be staying for long. The sky was overcast, and Cyrus kept his head down like he always did. He figured it was a quick thing, get from the Docking Bay to his hostel and be able to relax there. But it wasn’t as he expected. 

Standing near the enterance of some back door bar, was the one person he hadn’t expected to see in this City, but had hoped to meet at some point. He kept walking, faster and faster until he was almost upon them. Then, making himself known to Mouse, he threw a punch straight at his face. 

[lake-valentine]

ninja | valentinely

[Dude. DUde. dUdEEE. 

They get to use swords today. Like.

Like freakING actuAL ninja swords what is his life it’s like a video game its—

Okay so they aren’t really ninja swords but they aren’t Toys R Us ones either and they are sharp enough to make someone bleed and he FEELS LIKE A TOTAL BAD ASS RIGHT NOW.

Enough so that he doesn’t even really totally feel completely awkward that he’s with Mouse and that things used to be awkward with Mouse or could totally still maybe be awkward if he thinks about it too hard so he’s just not gonna think about it nope and also there’s swords so really he’s okay. 

And they’re doing a lot of laughing, actually. 

Goofing off and being idiots and laughing which is really what Lake does best and oMG this is totally the best day everrrrrr.

He’s dancing again. Maybe. In the middle of the field. Maybe. WITH A SWORD, MAYBE. 

Ahem. 

Red in the face from his excitement, Lake laughs again as he watches Mouse swing at nothing, and even though they’re supposed to be practicing the very simple techniques they’ve been taught, Lake totally didn’t still any apples from the archers’ training station and he totally doesn’t have them now and he totally isn’t about to throw one at Mouse and watch him try and fail to slice it in the air—like a ninja.]

Dude though. There’s no way you get this on the first try. If you do, like, I’ll trade you chores for a week next time you get Janitorial. Like, no freaking way are you ninja enough for this. Ready? Ready?

[kingswriting]

name: mollie “mouse” lefou age: 16 nationality: french american language(s): english sexuality: lesbian

“how are you so sure of yourself?” mouse finally asks. nisha’s clutching her glass between her hands, and it’s untouched. mouse’s isn’t. hers is empty, and already, evangelina is pouring her another one. she doesn’t have the willpower to stop her. “like, you really just know who you are, y’know? i don’t. all i know is that i like to take pictures, but like... so does everyone else in the world.” 

nisha’s lips part as if she’s going to speak. but her intense gaze pierces into mouse’s very being. she can’t tell if it’s those chocolate brown eyes that keep her talking or the cheap wine evangelina is plying her with. her lips tingle with each word that passes them. “i just want to be interesting. like, i want people to know me. what if i go through high school without making a single impression on anyone? no one’s gonna remember the weird, mousey kid who didn’t talk to anyone.” her slender frame sinks slightly, and she lifts her glass to her lips. 

“we’re gonna have a ten year reunion and everyone’s gonna be like ‘i’ve literally never seen that girl in my entire life,’“ she mutters into the rim of her glass. 

the words aren’t lost on nisha. she’s still holding her cup. still not drinking. “i’ll remember you, mouse,” she says quietly.

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thank you guys for all of the sweet feedback from my various intro posts! i feel so passionate about this project already and i love mousey so much im just a weak lil bean

thank you guys for loving her too ;w;

[lake-valentine]

aftershock || lake & mouse

[He hasn’t seen him all morning. 

Lake doesn’t really know if it’s a good thing, or not. 

It certainly simplifies things, anyway, considering Ryder is suddenly back just a few hours later, carrying a small pack over his shoulder and looking bruised as fuck. Lake had practically tackled him to the ground, he’d been so excited to see his best friend again. 

But Mouse had been nowhere to be seen. Then again, Lake doesn’t have that many classes with him, and they aren’t currently in training rotation together, so he supposes it’s not that unusual at all, really, he’s just like, not really NOTICED not seeing him before. 

But now he does. 

And he also notices when he does finally see him, walking into the dining hall at dinner. He glances away, nervous, but glances back, and Mouse’s attention is already diverted. 

So. Like. He really has no idea how to handle this. None whatsoever. Like. Do they TALK about it at all? It’s not like it was romantic or anything. It was like... for science. It was necessary, or whatever. Mouse was just being nice. 

But still. They should like, talk, or something, right? Lake thinks so. But he’s not so great at talking. 

A few times over dinner he glances over to the other table, and meets Mouse’s eyes. He offers a sort of shy grin, thinking a chant of ‘BE COOL, BE COOL, BE COOL’, of which he’s never been excellent at listening to (mostly because he has no idea how to imitate ‘cool’. But when Mouse gets up, food finished, Lake pushes his empty plate away, leaving only a few pieces of bread far too close to cement to actually break his teeth into.

He follows Mouse to the serving table by the kitchens, where Mouse seems to be getting tea, or something, and Lake is half wondering if there are any decent biscuits that taste like cookies, not card board, and half wondering what the HECK he’s going to say when he gets to the table. 

And, oh look, he’s here. And Mouse is just looking at him now, and Lake has come up with nothing. 

WELL DONE LAKE. GOLD STAR.]

Um. Hey. 

[partyhard-livefast]

What’s Going On? || Meredith & Flora

Flora was in a frenzy, trying to find all of her papers before the house visit.  It was early July.  Beginning of July.  Flora didn’t know anything other than that--it could be tomorrow, for all she knew.  So by tomorrow, at least, she needed to have her shit together...something that was easier said than done, considering she couldn’t find anything. “Hey, Mouse?  Mouse, I need you for a second!”  If anyone knew where anything in their house was, it would be Meredith.  She was the one always tidying up--and then retidying.  And retidying.  “Mouse!”  Flora groaned, pausing to pull at her hair and try to force an answer out of her brain.  Where were the important things?  Did they even organize them?  Why wasn’t she any good at this? 

Out of the corner of her eye, Flora caught sight of a slightly open drawer, the corner of a paper poking out.  Ah!  That must be it--the drawer was a little loose and slid open all the time, but it was in a central location all of them could find.  That was where all the papers where.  Flora hurried over, rifling throught the papers in search for the documents she needed all put together. Above, she heard the footsteps of who she was assuming was Meredith, answering her calls.  She was just about to call out to her and say never mind when she got distracted by some papers she’d never seen before.  Emancipation papers.  Suddenly, everything stopped.  She felt lightheaded and nauseous and like she couldn’t breath.  Like everything inside of her had shattered all at once.  Emancipation.  Emancipation.  Meredith...wanted to leave?  Was that why she was working? How long had this been there?  “Oh, fuck,” Flora whimpered,  running a hand through her hair and just staring down at the papers in her hand. “Fuck, fuck.  Oh, God.”  Behind her, she could hear Meredith reach the bottom of the stairs, her presence not as comforting as Flora might have hoped.  Instead, it felt more like a knife, twisting in her gut.

“Mer?” she asked, turning slowly to face her sister.  “What is this?”

[wordslikearmor]

synpath family stuff that i decided on while mowing the lawn today (always the best time for story development): beck has a sister named sonya who's 2 years younger than him. they basically never fought or disagreed--even when they were teenagers, the two of them would always just hang out and have a good time together. beck ended up not getting any higher education as a synpath bc sonya wanted to be a doctor and he knew his parents were worried about paying for medical school for her. his mom is an accountant and his dad is a journalist--before he married beck's mom, he reported on the 1st pathian-adraev war. mouse's real name is jamie, but she was so quiet as a kid that her older brother and sister were always like "oh, that's just the mouse." it even caught on with people at school. she started to hate her reputation and ended up being more of the rebellious, acting-out type, and the nickname faded until she ended up getting fused with beck and lost her memory of her real name. reave doesn't have any biological siblings, but he had a much older stepbrother who died in an accident on his home world.