(Part one, part two. This fic is pretty much a mash up of this post about tiefling virtue names and this post about Molly’s tattoos, because apparently I couldn’t stop thinking about it even after making them. Some small references are made to the prior fics but all that’s really needed is that Kingsley recently got all of Molly’s memories and is dealing with that.)
The weather and the seas that day were remarkably calm - not that good for sailing, but good for tasks that required steadier footing or hands. And if the doldrums did stay longer than was welcome, Fjord and Jester both had some tricks to get them out of it, so, nothing to really worry about. There were plenty of things he could do on a day like today.
In that moment he was in Jester’s cabin, sitting on a cushion beside her bed, while she sat on the bed above him and carded her fingers through his hair.
“So what do you want to do this time? Something fancy? Ohh, maybe adventurous? Beau’s here, maybe we could try shaving it!”
Kingsley chuckled, relaxing back into the touch as she gathered up the hair. “Just the usual trim for now. We’ll see about the rest once that's done.”
“Hmm, if you say so,” Jester said, bringing out her small pair of shears and starting on the bottom of the hair while her tail idly brushed against his own. “I do think you’d look really cool with shaved sides though.”
He gave a little hum, letting his tail wrap around hers. “Probably. But trim first.”
“Okaaaaay,” Jester said, mock exasperated, but he could hear the smile in her voice. Soon enough she settled into her rhythm, pulling up individual sections of hair and the quiet snip of the shears the only sound for a moment.
The first time Jester had trimmed his hair had been, while not a disaster, not the best either. At the time however he’d been too aggravated by his long hair to really care, and soon enough it’d become a regular thing, Jester improving with the additional practice. In the grand scheme of things a haircut might not be a huge deal, but at the same time? That first haircut in Nicodranas had been one of the first times he’d really been able to really take control of his own appearance, feel comfortable in how he looked, and he was forever grateful to Jester for helping him continue that. Plus, it was a great way for them to have some time to gossip. Speaking of which...
“So I heard something from Beau the other day.”
“Ohhh? What kind of thing?” He felt her lean forward a little, tail coming free from his to swing back and forth.
“Well, one thing, she told me to ask about a story, but I'm not doing that part yet.”
“Aww! Why not?”
“Cause I don't want to get accidentally stabbed if I laugh at the wrong time.” As if to emphasize his point he felt the shears trimming some hair closer to his ear. “Besides, I can ask about it afterwards, something to look forward to.”
“But you could still do nowww,” Jester said, and even without seeing her face he could hear her pouting.
“It’s not you, it’s me,” he said dramatically and he was rewarded with a giggle.
“Okay, fine. What’s the other part?”
“She was talking about members of the Nein having different names, besides me?” He stretched out his arms in front of him and bowed his back a little before relaxing again, making sure not to move his head while he did it. “I know about Nott and Veth, and there were those sketchy assassin wizard people calling Caleb Bren when all that went down, but she also mentioned you? Said I should ask you about it.” He did his best to seem blasé but his tail betrayed him, curling and thrashing along the floor. He reached over and stilled it with his hand, hoping she hadn’t noticed.
“Oh!” Her voice was surprised, and the shears stopped for a moment. “Did she. Um. Say what it was?”
Kingsley almost shook his head but stopped himself in time. “Nah. Probably figured it wasn’t her place to share, and I’d agree. Won’t say I’m not curious but up to you.”
Understatement. Painful understatement. But he wasn’t going to force it either, no matter how much he wanted to know. It was less about the name itself and more just... the confirmation that she’d had a different name at some point. Something that could maybe help him feel a little less alone with the tangled mess of two names bouncing around in his head these past couple days.
The sound of the shears started back up again. “... Genevieve. But my name is Jester.”
“Never said it wasn’t dear,” Kingsley said, feeling himself relax. “What made you want to change it?”
There was another pause, longer than he expected. “... do you not know about virtue names? Wait, what am I saying?” He felt Jester shift on the bed and a few moments later she was climbing down onto the floor and sitting in front him, hands settling into her lap. “I forget sometimes that you don’t know about certain tiefling stuff.”
Kingsley blinked a few times at the sudden change in set up. “And?”
“So I guess it’s my job to teach you!”
“Am I still getting the rest of my haircut?” He held up a lock of untrimmed hair.
She swatted his arm. “Yes! But this is important enough that I want to talk to you about it face to face.”
Jester shifted to make herself comfortable then clapped her hands together in front of her. “So! What I know about this I learned from my mama, so I don't know everything but what I do know is preeetty cool. The easy version is that virtue names are naming yourself what you want to be!”
Kingsley raised an eyebrow. “That’s it?”
That earned him another swat on the arm. “There’s more to it than that, silly! Or...” She paused, then shrugged. “Actually, that is pretty much it, but that doesn’t mean it’s not important.”
“See, a virtue name isn’t just what you want to be, it’s thinking about who you are. What you want to strive for, what’s important to you, who you are as a person.” Jester placed a hand on her chest. “For me, Jester was something I thought sounded cool, and I liked that they made other people laugh. And, okay, maybe those reasons are a little simple, but it’s still me, and because it’s me it’s important.”
Kingsley thought over what she’d said. “I... take it Marion isn’t a virtue name?”
Jester shook her head. “Nope, my mama liked the name she had. But she still told me I could choose whatever name I wanted, you know? Even if she didn’t change it herself she wanted me to have that choice. And I did, and I’m happy being Jester.”
“Anyway, that’s tiefling virtue names!” She straightened, about to stand back up when she stopped, something seeming to occur to her. “Wait.” And then Jester pointed at him, face brightening. “Kingsley’s kind of like a virtue name!”
His current confused mess about names did a weird flip in his stomach. “Uh-?”
“You mentioned feeling kingly, and you even have your goal of maybe becoming the Plank King someday! That's so cool!” Jester grinned at him, hands clasped together, but a few moments later her smile fell away. “... Kingsley?”
Even with being addressed directly Kingsley glanced behind him (which, of course, was just the bed), wondering what suddenly had her looking so worried. Was something on his face?
“I’m fine,” he said, maybe a little too quickly. It was when he looked to the side that he caught the culprit - his godsdamned tail again. His hand snapped out, stilling it, but he knew that this time she'd definitely seen it. His heart hammered in his chest.
“Kingsley.” Her voice had softened. “What’s wrong?”
For a split second he considered lying, but the thought died quickly. Jester had already caught him, and... yeah, he didn't like lying to her. Not about important stuff at least. He took a deep breath and exhaled.
“I... I think the name talk might be wigging me out a little.” And he’d even been the one to bring it up in the first place.
“Do you want to talk about something else?”
Kingsley shook his head. “Nah, it’s just- Beau told me about the others changing their names, probably to try and make me feel better?” He ran a hand through his partially trimmed hair, while the thumb on his other hand worried at his nails. “And it helped but right now all I can think about is how I'm different. Caleb was a random alias that stuck, Veth was stuck in a different body, and you-” He gestured at her- “got a chance to really think about what you wanted. And all of you were still, well- you.”
Kingsley let out a sigh, hands dropping into his lap. “It’s... dumb but, I almost feel weirdly guilty about my name right now? I like it but I picked it when I didn’t remember and-”
“Kingsley no.” She reached forward and grabbed his hand with both of hers. “Don't ever feel guilty about that, okay?”
Kingsley jumped a little, surprised at her intensity. “I- okay?”
“You said you like your name, right?” Jester squeezed his hand.
A small pause. “Yes?”
“And you still believe in the reasons you picked your name?”
“...yyyes?”
“Then it's your name.” She held his gaze. “You can add to it if you want, but please don’t feel like you have to change it.” Her face softened again and she gave a small smile. “You’re allowed to like your name and who you are. That’s okay.” She patted the back of back of his hand. “And... maybe you can just think of it as your actual virtue name? If you want to. I was allowed to make that choice, and so can you. And you could totally just have two names if you wanted. It's up to you.”
It took several long moments for him just to process. “...Huh.” Thinking about the name Kingsley. Keeping it, but maybe now as a virtue name, a deliberate choice, showing who and what he wanted to be. Knowing he could still keep the other name too if he wanted. “Huh.” He nodded to himself. “Actually... yeah. I like that. I like that a lot. Thank you Jester.”
Jester finally grinned again, giving one more squeeze to his hand and a small nod in return. “Happy to help.”
She clambered back up to her spot on the bed, brushing his hair back to where it’d been before she’d climbed down. “Anything you want to talk about next?”
“I think I’d like to just relax for a bit, if that’s okay.”
“Sounds good to me!” Jester said.
Things settled into a comfortable sort of quiet, Jester humming a small tune and sounds of the ocean filtering in from the outside. That was one experience he'd never gotten to have before, at least, and it'd helped to serve as a good touchstone these past couple days. An easy dividing line for before and after. But in that moment, with the quiet intent work, someone else changing something on his body on his behalf, a new memory ran through his mind - or rather, new to him.
Sitting backwards on a chair, shirt off and resting his arms on the chair back, hair somehow even shorter than it was now. People talking around him, friendly, asking what he wanted and what he had in mind, before a prickling burning pain started on his right shoulder. The pain continuing down his arm, but there was a satisfaction to it, knowing that this scar, this tattoo was his own mark. Laying claim to a body that was unfamiliar and foreign, blotting out an eye that wouldn't stop staring and wouldn't go away.
That pain was distant now, separated not only by time but death and revival as well, but Kingsley still found himself looking down at the snake tattoo wrapping around his arm, the scales bordered and adorned by numerous scars. He hadn't paid much attention to it when he'd first woken up (outside of wondering about questionable decisions) or even really in the immediate time afterwards. Now it was almost like double vision looking at it - a tangible reminder of someone screaming to the world that he was alive, he was here, he existed.
He gave a quiet snort. A reminder of life, but it'd still stuck around when he was very much not alive and buried in the ground. Then again...
A few tufts of hair dropped onto his shoulder and Jester brushed them off for him, continuing to hum as she worked. Sure, he'd been dead and in the ground, but he wasn't anymore. And even when he hadn't remembered different things, the tattoos had still been there. Proof that Molly had existed.
Kingsley held up his right hand in front of him towards the light shining through the open door, examining the blank spot in the snake’s head, before flipping to his palm and looking at the blank spot there as well. He hadn't ever been bothered by those before - in fact, the sight had been a relief. But right now, those voids on his hand, scattered around other various body parts and tattoos... it was making him itch. It wasn’t complete.
“Hey Jester?” He continued to hold his hand in front of him, tail tapping on the floor.
“Hmmm?”
“You still practicing tattoos?”
Jester gave a little gasp. “Oh my gosh YES! I can-”
“Hair!” Kingsley yelled when he felt her start to move off the bed again. “Hair first!”
“Ack, okay, just-” There was a small scramble as she readjusted course, but soon enough she was back in place, Kingsley mercifully un-stabbed by flailing shears. “But you have to tell me what you’re thinking about!”
He laughed. “Okay, okay.”
His tail continued to tap on the floor as he thought, his left hand coming up to his chin. “So, we were just talking about names, right? And how Kingsley can be my virtue name, but I can still keep the other if I want?”
“Yeah?” Jester hadn't started cutting his hair again yet, too caught up in what he was saying.
He held his right hand up into her view, poking at the blank spot on its back. “I want to see if I can do something like that with these? If that makes sense? It sounded better in my head.”
A pause.
“... okay, I’m really sorry, I know you said hair first but I have to come back down there for this,” Jester said and she slid off the bed to plop down next to him, sketchbook somehow already in her hand. “Cause that idea is amazing and we gotta talk about it.”
Kingsley gave the most over the top sigh he could. “I guess I’m going to have half cut hair forever.”
“I know, I’m sorry, but I don’t want you to forget what you’re thinking about!”
He bumped his shoulder into hers, grinning. “Nah, I getcha. Just know it’ll be even longer until I ask about that story,” he said, winking.
This time, he was actually able to see Jester pouting at that.
“Fiiiine. Now tell me about the tattoos!!”
“Alright, alright, I'm getting there,” he said with another laugh, shifting his position to where it was more comfortable to talk.
“Okay, so, I know part of the reason these tattoos are here was to hide the red eyes.” He held up his right hand and wiggled his fingers. “It's great that they're gone but I kinda want to give them just one more f-you by filling them in with my own thing, make it look like it was supposed to be like that all along.”
“Oooo, I like it,” Jester said, starting to sketch out a replica of the snake on his hand and the associated blank spot. “Do you know what you want in there instead?”
“Hmm. Not really? The idea just popped into my head, so-” He gave a shrug. “We know there's nine of them at least.”
“Neeeeein!” Jester’s response was almost entirely out of habit, but a moment later her eyes widened, Kingsley broke out into a grin, and the two of the pointed at each other at the same time.
“Mighty Nein!” It was together but not at all in unison and the two of them dissolved into muffled laughter.
“That sounded terrible! I love it!”
“I knooow!” Jester said and she broke into further giggles. “But that could be it! Something with the Mighty Nein!”
“Picture this,” Kingsley said, gesturing dramatically with his palms facing down. “Instead of the eyes of nine we have... the eyes of NEEEIN!”
“YES!” Jester pumped her arms into the air. “It could even be in everyone’s eye colors! And little hidden designs inside if we want to get fancy!”
“Oh we always want to get fancy,” Kingsley said, showing off a fanged grin. “That settles it! Operation replace eyes of nine with the Mighty Nein is a go!”
“Awesome!!” Jester whipped her sketchbook up in front of her, poised to start drawing. “Let’s start with your Mighty Nein eye!”
Kingsley lifted his hand, ready to throw out ideas - and hesitated.
“... actually, the red might make things a little weird.”
Jester winced. “Ooooh, right. Maybe not.”
“But!” Kingsley said, perking up, “Yasha has two eye colors. So it’d still work either way. I’ll think about it.”
“Yeah!” Jester nodded, some of her enthusiasm returning. “And we can totally figure out some other stuff for now.” She wrote down a few notes in her sketchbook. “Do you know where you’d want people? Like, matching with tattoos, who’s near each other, that sort of thing?”
“I think I’ve got a couple in mind?” He tapped the back of his neck, where he knew the gap in the all seeing eye tattoo was. “Beau’s can go here. Can’t let her get the last word, after all,” he said, grinning, but there was something vulnerable to it.
The first time he had made the connection between Beau’s tattoo and the one on the back of his own neck his feelings had been... mixed. Weirdly flattered, but also feeling like a bit of a cheat, like he was taking credit for something he didn’t deserve. Now, though, he knew that there was no obligation to it. While they’d had their hiccups the Mighty Nein weren’t going to sacrifice him on the pyre of memory, and they loved him for who he was.
Him adding to the tattoo, wrapping it back around to being a tribute to Beau, assigning his own meaning away from hiding the somnovem? Kingsley rubbed the back of his neck, smile now softer. It would be his. Still building off of who he’d been before, that was still part of him, but now it could be his.
“That’s the only one I know for sure, right now. But I’ll keep thinking on the rest.”
Another nod. “Okay! Do you want to get the tattoos as you think of them? Or all at once? And do you want to tell anyone else about it before you do it?”
“All at once, works better to make sure they fit. Plus I don’t want to get accused of playing favorites,” he said with another grin. “As for the other... hmm. Input is nice, but I do like surprising people. I’d say that’s another think about it.”
“Got it!” Jester said, and he saw her starting to sketch the all seeing eye tattoo beside the snake head. “This is going to be amazing.”
“Of course it will, you’re involved.”
Jester ducked down behind the sketchbook a little but she was smiling as well. “If you say sooo.”
“I do. And Jester?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.” He didn’t specify for what this time, but he figured it’d get through. There was still a lot he needed to figure out but now at least he had some new touchstones, the promise of even more in the future, and good company right in that moment. It was more than enough for him to be thankful for.
It did, however, seem like it was going to be awhile until he finished that haircut. But in the mean time...
“... okay, I’m too curious, Beau said I had to ask you about really early Xhorhas disguises?” Kingsley said and he saw Jester's face absolutely light up.
A few minutes later, over in his own cabin, Fjord swore and almost dropped something on his foot at Kingsley’s sudden loud cackling, and he just sighed and shook his head.
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Thousands of wars, battles and roads later, a traveler shows up.
The sun shines warm in the sky, bathing the brightly colored flowers in the field with gentle light, their sweet smell saturates the air delicious and intoxicating. A cold breeze makes the tree leaves shuffle with a gentle rumor that eerily resembles laughter. It’s been years now since the darkness that poisoned this lands was vanquished but even spring is rather fresh this far up North.
A pair of boots enter the field, stepping carefully between the wild flowers, their leather is soft and worn out by miles upon miles of travel. The lone figure stands still for a moment, factions obscured by a long deep green cloak. It’s clothes are decorated with jewelry, it’s armor dented with old battle scars. As it begins moving again, every step seems graceful and determined, until it reaches a wooden cross.
Whispering an apology to the flowers, a hand touches the ground and wills it to bend and shape through warm magic, until the corpse resting underneath is revealed. What was once colorful fabric has darkened and rotted away, there’s no trace of the bright skin that once covered the now bare bones, mushrooms and insects now roam where blood and magic used to course. It is not a nice view, but the priestess has seen far more unpleasant things before. This, as she learnt from an old friend, is just natural part of life. It’s just not one that has to be embraced before time.
As she kneels down, the long green cloak catches the damp earth beneath it. The hole is filled by a rain of bright diamonds that catch the sun but pale in comparison with the beauty that surrounds them. A gloved hand reaches forward slowly, letting magic course through it as the magical incantation leaves her lips like a song so beautiful that only one voice far South would be able to compete with it. As the True Resurrection spell takes hold, she finishes her litany and speaks one old —but never forgotten— name:
“Mollymauk Tealeaf,” she says gently, “it’s time to wake up.”
With a blinding green light, where once was only the memory of a tiefling a healthy lavender body reforms. Blood red eyes open and blink up at the shadow crouching over him with a confused frown.
“...Jester?”
Her face is different, long gone is its youthful roundness, replaced by sharp angles and more than one light blue battle scar. Her hair falls over her shoulders in untamed curls. A powerful aura envelopes her and seems to focus on her eyes, still kind but far more intense and focused. When she smiles though, there’s the familiar unabridged brightness he recalls.
“Hi!” Her voice is still sweet and candid. “You remember me!”
“Of course I do,” Molly replies, though it’s clear judging by his voice that even he is surprised by the fact. “What happened?”
“It’s a long story,” Jester shrugs. “You are naked.”
She grabs a small bag tied to her hip and reaches in, far deeper than should be possible, until her fingers find soft silky fabric. She pulls out a colorful coat and smiles at it with a fondness that can only come from earnestly missing someone. Carefully, she puts the coat over his shoulders and helps him close it, like a mother dressing a child. She’s older than him now. Was he really always this young?
“C’mon!” Jester stands up, with a little bounce that resembles the girl he once knew. “We’ve all been waiting for you.”
