#detectivenott

[shcjcsts]

|| @detectivenott and what she brought 

“Tell me, like...” she leande closer and spoke softer.

“What is the coolest thing you’ve ever took?”

[mollymocking]

Nott gives Molly flowers for Valentine's day

V-Day things for the disaster tiefling | accepting | @detectivenott

Mollymauk’s expression went soft as he knelt down and took the blooms from the small girl’s grasp. He slid them behind one of his horn’s for safe-keeping and smiled, reaching out to pat her head affectionately. “Thanks much, Biscuit. I love ‘em. They’re very pretty.”

He held up both index fingers for a quick second, as if telling her to wait for just a moment as he rummaged through the bag at his side. Finally, he withdrew a bangle bracelet made from polished jade and held it out to her. “Here. I found this and I know how much you like shiny things.”

[flameclaimed]

❝ I’ve seen the way you look at Molly, okay ? You’re not foolin’ me .❞ (from detectivenott c: )

TWAU | Accepting @detectivenott​

          “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ah, he would feign ignorance. It was true his advances were not subtle, seeing as subtlety was something Caleb lacked now more than ever. To know she had caught on about his attraction to the tiefling was embarrassing, and he could only assume the others had noticed. Thoughts of the barbarian came to mind, and he wondered if he would need her blessing to continue on this path. “I’ve had another before, and perhaps I have gotten over my heartache. They’re all lunatics, Nott, why would I be interested in someone so chaotic?” 

[flameclaimed]

"You lied to me. You lied when you knew how much it meant to me. How could you do that? I thought we were friends." (from Nott)

I have no idea if this is a meme but I am all for it@coffeemughero / @detectivenott 

         “It was to keep you safe, mein Kind, please...” They promised each other, all those months ago, that they would never lie to the other. There would be no secrets, no keeping things. He was the one to suggest it, and Nott had promised the same as Caleb had. How could he go back on his word? “If you knew, if you knew all that time ago, would you be here with me today? Would you trust me? I had to lie to get out of there, I had to lie to keep you safe. You have to trust me now, trust my decision. Please, Nott, you know I didn’t want to.” 

[flameclaimed]

“I think I got some glass in my hands.” (from Nott)

Post-Fight | Accepting @detectivenott / @coffeemughero

          “Oh, oh dear...” His own hands wrap around her wrists, forcing her palms up for him to inspect. “There are cuts, ja, but I do not see any pieces... We can see if anyone has padding for a bandage, to make sure it stays clean and heals. You will live, don’t worry.”

[flameclaimed]

Reverse ☠️ from Nott

Reaction - Reversed | Accepting @detectivenott / @coffeemughero☠️- Dead context

          He didn’t know. It was his job to know, and he didn’t. A fear he had for months, and it had come to life. A scenario played over and over before each night, and there it was. There she was. 

The thick scent of blood filled his nose, senses still heightened, gaze blurring in and out of focus until they lock onto the small frame of a creature. There was little green left on it, most having been torn, but there was enough to identify it. To identify her. 

There, in the grass, there she was. He was in a different place than before, and the stinging pain of a small crossbow bolt in his shoulder painted the picture for him. She had held out as long as she could, resorting to attacking him, for what? To be betrayed by her best friend? To be killed by him? He nearly vomits. 

“Nott?” Voice is hoarse, and he hates the way his tongue finds bits of flesh between his teeth. There is hope she will still be in their room back in town, having never left it to begin with. What he saw before, what he is seeing now, none of it was real. A fever dream, a nightmare. He had plenty of them, and he feared the next one replaying the events of tonight. Of seeing himself rip and tear and devour-- He retches without warning, and he didn’t dare look at what rose from the depths of his stomach. “Please... Please, Mein Kind... Please...” The wizard takes a step closer to the carnage, and sees those bright yellow eyes now dim. They gaze without sight up to the stars, her throat torn open so bone is visible. He swallows hard, tears welling up and spilling over his eyelids as he kneels down to hold what remained of her. Pulling what remains of her cloak, he covers her. Head lowers as a kiss is pressed to her forehead, he hates how cold she’s already gotten. “I’m so, so sorry... Please, Nott...”

[flameclaimed]

😼 from Nott

Reaction | Accepting 😼- Transformed into an animal/monster@detectivenott / @coffeemughero

          “You know how I always have that one thing to do each month for a night? Ja, well, I need to go do that. I will be back in the morning, stay right here so I can find you.” 

          The rules were simple, she need only stay at the inn. It was safe there, in the center of civilization. A place he dare not go, not during the shift. They were easy to follow, not difficult to do. There was plenty there in the inn, she could tinker with her chemistry set or organize the things she stole or sleep. Plenty to do.           But he could not think of that when claws tore at the roots of his consciousness, fangs bared already for him to release his control. Not that he ever gave it willingly, no, there would always be struggle. With struggle came agony, but it gave him time to escape the small town they resided in. 

          This was not one of the good shifts. It was slow, forcing him to hear the cracking and popping of bones as they stretched and realigned themselves. The feeling of teeth too large for his mouth as he was forced down onto his knees in the middle of a forest, far from the lights of people to draw the beast back. A ragged cough forced through his throat, followed by another and another until they sounded so rough and guttural he wished the damned thing would get on with it. 

          Yet, when he stood, the remnants of his mind still fighting to ensure the safety of those still close, he saw her. His small friend, bandages wrapped ‘round her lanky limbs, bright yellow eyes looking up to his frame. He wants to gasp out a word, for her to hear it and understand. Run, it escapes him as a whine. Run. But the image of her vanishes in darkness, and Caleb is no more. 

[mollymocking]

“He needs you.” (from Nott)

Questions/Comments to be sent anonymously! | Accepting | @detectivenott

Molly looked down at the small goblin and frowned thoughtfully, head tilting to one side. Her words were clear in their implication, leaving no need to ask which ‘he’ she referred to. Although the tiefling was an indulgent person by nature, always approving and encouraging, especially when it came to Nott, this statement struck something raw, something that spiked his nerves and made him shake his head in denial. 

“He doesn’t need me. He can’t. He may like me, which is perfectly fair, since I’ve taken a liking to him as well. He’s brilliant and oddly charming and I have no doubt that we’re definitely...something. But there’s no way he needs me.”