@burnselfs : ❛ gods, you’re pretty. ❜
lots of secrets, this one. very reserved. likes to keep to himself & his very tight bubble of two & even then, molly suspects there are deeper layers to his deflection. so it’s nice to see him like this, even if he’s starting to blur at the edges, candlelight painting his red hair a warmer shade of copper.
❛ flatterer, ❜ molly grins, just about managing to wiggle his eyebrows without crashing into the wall. he stops to adjust his grip, gently, gently making his way up the stairs one at a time. he’s glad he’s had the practice. yasha’s done this for him enough times that all he has to do is just reverse the process, right ? makes perfect sense.
they’re far enough away now that the minstrel’s songs are fading into the distance. the inn is made up of thick wood & the curtains are the type to insulate, trapping as much heat as they can in the colder parts of the empire. caleb’s mouth parts slightly. molly spends a long time looking at the curve of his lips. it’s only because he’s focused so heavily on his passenger that he begins to catch the faint little whispers of a song. a lilting susurrus coiling melody, accented & definitely not in a language molly can prase. but it’s pretty. it’s a little sad, too.
huh, molly thinks, pushing open the door to caleb & nott’s room. huh. his instinct is to bring attention to it. delighting in the little secret caleb’s given away of himself & to turn it back on the wizard, grinning with ruby-bright eyes. secrets like these are his currency as a card-reader. he can lord it over beau, show off that he’s more perceptive than he leans on & his fortunes may be bullshit, but it’s accurate bullshit. still ...
molly sits him down on the bed & sighs. no, he supposes he can’t do that. he knows these types of people. poke at it & it’ll only get buried further. he lets it go for now, giving caleb a warm sort of smile he’s only ever given yasha. ❛ now, now, pretty men like you should settle down to get some shut-eye. wouldn’t want to add even more wrinkles, now, would we ? get some rest, caleb. your secret’s safe with me. ❜
WITCHER : accepting